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I had arrived in this part of the Utah desert by following national forest and BLM dirt roads from Coshoctin Grove. That was five days ago.

I was now fifty-five miles away, as the desert hawk flies. And no one knew I was here.

I shielded my eyes from the sun and gazed at the vertical wall to my left. I saw the remains of a cliff dwelling. When I saw something reach out, I staggered back, tripped over a rock and landed on my butt on top of a cactus. I yelled involuntarily. I continued to stare and realized the thing I saw was an arm and a hand holding something.

The hand’s owner dropped the white object. I watched it smack into the detritus fifty feet away, bounce into the sky, roll down the slope, and end up in four pieces fifteen feet away. I shuddered when I realized I was looking at pieces of a human skull.

So begins Rhett Carter and Bandit’s adventure overlanding through the American West in his Wrangler Rubicon.

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Kenneth Lee McGee is the pen name of Ken McGee. Ken was born in a small town in Southern Illinois in 1952. Both parents taught in the local schools. The family moved to the suburbs of Chicago in the early sixties. McGee enjoyed writing at an early age, but the talent remained dormant and undeveloped for over forty years. He married his high school sweetheart in 1973, worked for a grocery retailer for over thirty years and then retired. He enjoyed sports as a youth and that continued into adulthood. He played basketball in various leagues until he realized he couldn’t compete with the younger players. He found the sport of cycling, joined a local bike club and even joined a racing team. Along the way he and his wife raised a son and daughter.

A few years later, he found his true role. He became a grandfather. Now that he had the time, he resumed writing. He wrote short stories about lost lonely lions, kitty cats who could speak, and puppies who didn’t know their own strength for his granddaughter. Over the years more grandchildren were born. McGee decided to write a story about two kids growing up in the fictional city of South Hampshire. The book turned into the Emmy’s Story series and even the spin-off Annie Mercer O’Dell books. He continues to write under the name Kenneth Lee McGee and credits WriteOn Joliet for teaching him the skills to become a better author. McGee and his wife of forty-five years live in the Plainfield, Illinois, area, are active in their local church and spend many hours indulging their grandchildren.

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Don’t Worry, Dear, It Was Only a Small Fire

Don’t Worry, Dear, It Was Only a Small Fire

I wrote this several years ago and included it in my collection of short stories entitled Grandpa, Lions and Kitty Cats. I wanted to share it again because it saves me from writing a new blog for ...
FAQs – The Top Ten (or eleven, whatever)

FAQs – The Top Ten (or eleven, whatever)

On my website I am often asked the same questions over and over. This is a compilation of the most frequently asked. Why is there not a photo of you in your books? Vanity. Contrary to popular, ...
A Tale Of Two Canals – The Erie & The Root

A Tale Of Two Canals – The Erie & The Root

Isn’t Zoom wonderful! In this crazy time of Social Distancing when we are told to remain indoors, stay away from people, don’t touch anything, etc. When only one customer is allowed ...
The Capture of Perkins MacGhee

The Capture of Perkins MacGhee

“Emmy, I remembered another story about Perkins MacGhee. Would you like to hear it?” Grandpa Colasanti asked while they were weeding Grandma’s flower bed. Emmy wiped some dirt from her hands ...
Ol’ Melvin and Obadiah Part 3

Ol’ Melvin and Obadiah Part 3

“Mom! Can I ride Diane’s bike to see Grandpa and Grandma? I promised I would help Grandpa paint their old porch swing,” Emmy hollered as she dashed up the back steps and into the kitchen. “Can ...

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