Espionage by the reckless Communists of the Peoples Republic of China is nothing new. Behind in nuclear research, they have been at that spy game for some time. Back in 1962, atomic weapon parity with the Soviets and the West continued to elude Mao Tse Tung's China. Most troubling to him was the lack of compact H-bombs to fit his bombers and missiles. Mao directed his Peoples Liberation Army intelligence staff to devise innovative ploys to steal those nuclear weapon secrets from the United States. That same year, Rita Mitchell, a struggling photojournalist, came to the islands of Portuguese Macau that bordered Mao's China coast for photo stories of fleeing Chinese peasants. Her husband, a US Air Force bomber pilot, reluctantly agreed to help. She planned a quick sashay into Mao's China to grab color photo-stories of emigre's daily braving gunfire to escape their miserable communist life. Too often, Rita knew, escapees' bullet-riddled bodies had been washing up on Macau's shores. Bad luck! Dr. Sung of the PLA Intelligence Directorate snagged both Rita and her pilot husband, Mitch. On demonstrated threat of violent death, the two were blackmailed to provide China a newly operational, mini-version H-bomb, carried by Mitch's aircrew on the US Air Force's giant B-52 bomber. Rita is held in Canton as a blood hostage. Mitch is sent back to his USAF crew duties to deliver the weapon--on threat of instant bullets if either betrays the PRC. To guarantee success, Beijing immediately began pumping its unlimited, worldwide intelligence resources and raw power to aid Dr. Sung. Rita and Mitch face seemingly insurmountable obstacles. Each tries many ways to resist. They stumble, yet keep trying. The threat of death by rifle bullet for Mitch scares the hell out of him. Rita is kept in line by a slathering guard's lustiness and bizarre appetites wielded on her by sadistic Dr. Sung. Can they solve their dilemma, preserve dignity and avoid treason against their country?

First published eight years ago to enthusiastic reviews and critical acclaim, this classic celebrated readable scholarship is now available in ebook. Telling the story of the mounted riflemen in Sinai and Palestine, Devil’s on Horses uses the soldiers’ original letters and diaries to describe the crucial battles against the Ottoman Turkish Forces. The horses play a major part in the story, but of the thousands of faithful animals involved, only one would ever return home. By then the war was over and the Turkish Empire had been destroyed. The Anzac soldiers and their horses had played a vital role in securing the victory.

The Devil’s Fork opens with the boy Papa exclaiming, “They was gonna hang my o’Amigo Calley Pearsall out there in front a’the Alamo down in San Antoneya come Saturday Noon and if I was gonna stop it I better Light a Shuck and Get on with it. And I mean Right Now.” And so Papa and his sweetheart Annie Oster set off to rescue Calley, thereby launching themselves into another series of hair-raising adventures. The Devil’s Fork concludes the enthralling journey through wild and woolly Central Texas in the 1880s that began in The Devil’s Backbone and The Devil’s Sinkhole. Papa springs Calley from jail, but their troubles are far from over. Framed for murder, the two amigos have to flee for their lives. Joining their flight this time is o’Johnny, the evil Sheriff Pugh’s disabled little brother, who has uncanny abilities. Escaping danger for a while, Papa and Calley try to start a new life as horse traders, only to find themselves branded as horse thieves when o’Johnny and a mysterious white ghost horse begin rescuing abused horses from their masters. Can Papa and Calley escape the noose and save all the horses that Johnny and the White Horse liberate? Or will their own hot tempers send them down the Devil’s Fork, from which no one ever returns? Proving himself a master storyteller once again, Bill Wittliff spins a yarn as engrossing as the stories his own Papa told him long ago, stories that inspired The Devil’s Backbone, The Devil’s Sinkhole, and The Devil’s Fork.