His parents were dead, slaughtered by marauding Comanches. His pretty thirteen-year -old was gone sold into slavery or even worse in Mexico. Sixteen-year-old Sam Tollin was alone, and his sole chance of survival hung on whether a brutal outlaw gang would let him join them. It was a long trek from the edge of a desert grave to the fortress ranch where his sister was held captive-but Sam Tollin vowed to make it...no matter how high the odds against reaching his goal....and how many bullets it took to cut them down.....
My name is Fearl Meek Parker. Don't laugh about the Meek. Sometime in the future, I'll tell how such a moniker was hung on me. I write under the name of F. M. Parker
I have written 20 books and am in the process of publishing them on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Apple and some publishers in England.
My early years were lived in Ohio. At 16 I dropped out of school and went to work in a factory making door and windows. Becoming tried of eating sawdust, I started hitchhiking west. Ran out of money in Colorado and worked as a bellhop in Estes Park. After a few days and with a few coins jingling in my pocket, I caught a ride north to Montana where I herded sheep near Miles City. Tiring of that, I jumped onto my thumb and rode it west to Seattle, Washington. There I tasted the salt water and saw all the warships sailing off to war in the Pacific. This was 1945 during World War 11. Again I jumped upon my thumb, pointed it to the east, and rode it to Ohio. Where I talked my mother into signing me into the navy. Well, I wasn't yet 17 the minimum age, and so the navy put me up in a hotel for a day and them swore me in. I spent 4 years that first time. I was called back to active duty for a year and a half during the Korean War in the early 1950's.
Earned a degree in geology, working the night shift for Chrysler Airtemp and going to school during the day. Hired on with a mining company prospecting for uranium in Utah. Next, I worked for an oil company drilling oil wells in KANSAS. THEN my luck really struck and I took employment with the Bureau of Land Management, a bureau within the Department of the Interior. This was the perfect job for a fellow with an itchy foot. While working up through the ranks, I was in California, New Mexico, Utah, Washington D.C. and Oregon. I wrote my first book, Skinner, while in Oregon. Doubleday published it. After the Bureau, I became an environmental consultant in Phoenix, Arizona. I now live in Virginia.
