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Saturday, June 27, 2015

New Western With New Western Hero Now Available!


Meet Dag Enberg, a brand-new western hero from the pen of Peter Brandvold...

In this violent, sexy tale of bloody redemption, Dag Enberg is a shotgun rider for Arizona’s Yuma Stage Line. A big, rawboned Norwegian, he’s one of the best in the business. But when a group of outlaws led by Cougar Ketchum kidnap Enberg’s pregnant wife and threaten to kill her if Enberg doesn’t turn over a valuable strongbox, Enberg is forced to go against his instincts.

He turns over the strongbox without a fight.

The owner of the strongbox, Logan Cates, believes that Enberg has thrown in with Ketchum. Logan Cates owns the stage line and half the county. He’s a powerful man as well as the stepfather of Enberg’s wife. He also knows that Enberg has many weaknesses, not the least of which is whiskey and women.

When Cates turns his sites on Enberg, a bloody war breaks well as a desperate chase into Mexico for the stolen gold and Enberg’s woman.


Enberg dropped the table leg. He strode across the room, pushed through the batwings, and stopped on the saloon’s front porch to watch Leclerk kneeling in the street before a woman dressed to the nines in a stylish salmon dress, white shirtwaist, and feathered picture hat. She was taking mincing steps backward, tripping over the hem of her gown as she tried to flee the big man who was clawing at her as though trying to maul her.
She was Constance Norman, wife of one of the county’s wealthiest ranchers.
The panicked, strangling Leclerk was only beseeching the horrified woman for help. Which she, of course, couldn’t offer.
The best sawbones on the frontier couldn’t have fixed Leclerk’s busted windpipe.
The woman screamed again as she tripped over her gown and fell to her butt in the street. Writhing in horror of his fast-approaching demise, Leclerk flopped down on top of her, kicking his legs and arms and raking his fingers across his throat. His grisly strangling sounds rose above the woman’s shrieks.
Leclerk turned over and over as he fought death, his horrifically swelling face growing bright red and then blue until, after nearly a minute of violent convulsing, the woman screaming and trying to kick him away, he finally stopped fighting.
The dark angels of death swept over him.

Leclerk rolled onto his back, legs spread wide. He blinked one last time, gave a final twitch, and lay glaring toward Heaven.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

New Ben Stillman Now Available!

The long-awaited Ben Stillman novel is available at last!

Available as a 3.99 ebook and in hardcover from Five Star Publishing...

When Doctor Clyde Evans is kidnapped from his home in the middle of the night to tend a wounded outlaw, Sheriff Ben Stillman’s problems are only just beginning. Stillman tracks the doctor to a remote cabin deep in the Two Bear Mountains. He springs the doctor, shoots the outlaws, and confiscates the bank loot. 

He also arrests a beautiful young outlaw, Hettie Styles, who promptly puts a bounty on Stillman’s head. Compounding his problems, his old foe Jacob Henry Battles rides into town with a steel hook replacing the arm Stillman shot off years ago before sending Battles to prison. 

Dying from consumption, Battles was recently let out of Deer Lodge Pen. He says he’s in town merely to settle down, but after a shot is fired into Stillman’s house in the middle of the night, the sheriff thinks Battles is out for revenge. Meanwhile, Doc Evans must navigate more personal torments when young Evelyn Vincent, the waitress from Sam Wa’s CafĂ©, professes her love for the older sawbones only weeks before Evans is due to be married to the Widow Kemmett! 

From the king of the fast-action, sexy, hard-hitting western novel, this one has it all—love and death, bullets and blood...


Monday, May 11, 2015

Read the Rogue Lawman Screenplay for Free--New Link!

Go on over to SimplyScripts and read my recently penned screenplay adaptation of my first Rogue Lawman novel featuring Gideon Hawk. It's free!


Thursday, April 16, 2015

Legends of the Fall

Jim Harrison is one of my favorite writers and has been since I was a kid. He was one of the writers, including John Steinbeck, Jack London, Flannery O'Connor, and Harry Crews, who made me want to write in the first place. I don't like much of his current stuff, because it seems to be a parody of his earlier, better work, but because of this book and Farmer, the first book of his I ever read, I still mark him as a top favorite. He was one of the few writers I wrote a fan letter to. And got a letter back, which I've posted here before!

My well-worn copy, bought from the B. Dalton Bookseller's in Grand Forks, North Dakota, when I was maybe 15 years old. (1978 or '79) "Suddenly he was terribly lonely for the greenery, the cold lakes and the snow of his childhood." From one of the three novellas in the collection, "The Man Who Gave Up His Name."

As for the movie adapted from the title novella? It's so far from the novella itself, that you can't really even call it an adaptation. But then adapting Harrison's work must be like trying to adapt a poem. He's a very stripped-down, condensed writer. A lot of people like the movie, but whenever I've seen it on and tried to watch it, I couldn't get through more than one or two maudlin, overblown scenes. (I think it's also hard on a movie when the leading man is way more beautiful than any of the actresses in it…)

Thursday, April 2, 2015


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A favorite western series of readers world-wide, the Cuno Massey .45-Caliber series continues with:


Cuno Massey is just passing through central New Mexico when he’s ambushed by town tamer, Lawton Briggs and three other men and one pretty but angry young woman, Stacey Ramos. Stacey is owner of the San Juan Valley Stage Line.

The group thinks Cuno Massey is working for the notorious stage robber, Jack Salmon, who killed Stacey’s father. None of the men and Stacey will take no for an answer.

Instead, intending to send Salmon and his gang a clear, brutal message, they strip young Massey naked, lay him out spread-eagle and tied to ground-sunk stakes, and leave him to die.

Cuno is rescue by the beautiful ranch woman, Olivia Taffly, and her son, Hob.

Now Cuno is back on the vengeance trail that takes more than a few bloody, twisting turns until it ends in a smoky hail of flesh-tearing lead!

Western novelist Peter Brandvold has penned over 90 fast-action westerns under his own name and his penname, Frank Leslie.  He is the author of the ever-popular .45-Caliber books featuring Cuno Massey as well as the Lou Prophet and Yakima Henry novels. The Ben Stillman books are a long-running series with previous volumes available as ebooks.  Recently, Brandvold published two horror westerns—Canyon of a Thousand Eyes and Dust of the Damned.  Head honcho at “Mean Pete Publishing,” publisher of lightning-fast western ebooks, he has lived all over the American west but currently lives in western Minnesota with his dog.  Visit his website at  Follow his blog at:

Tuesday, March 24, 2015


This is a treatment for a movie I wrote recently. It's the sort of movie Clint Eastwood used to make back in the 70's and 80's, the kind of movie John Milius or another of my favorite screenwriter/directors, Charles B. Pierce, would also make back then--with Arnold Schwarzenegger or Burt Reynolds. It's the kind of movie that could be made today with any number of younger talent, including one of my favorites, Ryan Gosling or, heaven forbid, Brad Pitt!

I thought I'd post it here and see if it catches anyone's eye. I figure it's better than sending it out snail-mail to all the studios…or playing the lottery…. 


“His son was all he had
and they framed him for murder.
Big mistake...”

By Peter Brandvold

That’s the name of a website that distributes free amateur porn on the Internet.  Anyone can play. 

This is the story of a beautiful young college woman who gets involved with this site and about her young college boyfriend who becomes blamed for her murder.  It’s set in an affluent small city with a prestigious university boasting a Big Ten football team nestled in the eastern Rockies north of Denver, Colorado.  I’m thinking Boulder--Jonbenet Ramsay country--but let’s call it Mount Evans. 

That stately, snow-mantled peak watches over this picturesque city along the Big Thompson River.

The young woman, Blaire Reynolds, is found dead in her condo overlooking the river.  Beaten to death.  The last one seen with the girl at a college hangout where both appeared drunk and were arguing is Danny Anderson, a star Grizzlies linebacker. 

Danny’s a big, good-looking kid from a farm in North Dakota, affable in a toothy Midwestern way but whose on-and-off relationship with the capricious Blaire has caused him to drink too much and get into fights, which is very uncharacteristic of this kid who everyone endearingly calls “Plowboy.”

And now Blaire’s dead--both eyes swollen shut, dislocated jaw, severe trauma to the brain--and the cops find Danny passed out in his frat with a bloody towel on the floor, his bloody shoes on the floor, even blood under Danny’s fingernails.  His knuckles are scraped and swollen, as though he punched a door and maybe a face.

His blood alcohol level is over the top.

The cops discover that Danny’s towel and shoes are covered with Blaire’s blood.  And since he was the last one seen with her, and they were arguing, and he was seen punching the door of her car as she was leaving the Blue Boar and trying to get away from him…

Danny goes to jail.

His father, Dave Anderson, from Limon, North Dakota--a farm-tough, no-nonsense, square-jawed guy--mid-30’s to late-40’s--drives out to Mount Evans to find out what has gone so very wrong in Danny’s life.  Wearing his traditional soiled feed cap, Dave pulls into this politically liberal, moneyed town in his muddy Ford F250 truck with a Winchester racked in his back window, and his scruffy blue heeler, Hank, sitting the passenger seat like a “Montana date.” 

Dave doesn’t believe that his son could have killed this girl.  But after talking to the cops and his son’s friends, and the people who were in the bar that night, he begins to believe it’s true. 

He doesn’t have money for a lawyer.  Danny was attending the U on a full football scholarship.  The bank is about to foreclose on Dave’s farm.  His beloved wife and Danny’s mother, Denise, died last year when a bridge went out on their county road, and Dave blames himself because when he drove out looking for her, when she hadn’t shown up at the bowling alley she worked part-time at, he drove his car into the same wash in which Denise lay dying, landing atop her car and, possibly--though he doesn’t know for certain--killing her.

Blaire Reynolds was a California girl.  Her father is a wealthy film producer, her mother a socialite.  Her parents drive out to Mount Evans to make sure the district attorney punishes Danny to the nth letter of the law and then some.  CNN gets wind of this high-profile murder in the same town in which Jonbenet died and Robert Redford’s daughter’s boyfriend was also killed, where Mork and Mindy was set…this beautiful, troubled place…and it becomes a big media event.    

Anderson Cooper is here.  Bill Maher.  Oprah--“how do we protect our young women when we send them off to college with thugs?” 

The president of the college, Don Christopher, is interviewed over and over.  We see him and his smiling, well-groomed wife, Georgia, on one show after another assuring everyone that “Plowboy” will be severely punished, that his university does not condone violence against women. 

The court appoints an attorney for Danny. 

He and his dad are in a tight spot, but Danny insists he’s innocent though he hasn’t a inkling about who could have killed Blaire.  He and Blaire had been fighting because she kept wanting to breakup and get back together, and she’d been taking more and more pills and seeing other guys, and it was driving him nuts.  He went to her apartment that night to make amends, and that’s when he found her.  He panicked.  He ran… 

Dave believes Danny because he wants to believe him…he’s his only son, for chrissakes, and Danny wouldn’t do this…and Dave sets out to find out what really happened that night. 

He tries to talk to President Christopher, see if he can’t get help with an attorney, but he’s escorted from the campus by the campus police.  It’s not politically correct to be seen with Farmer Dave, as the media dubs this cap-wearing, rifle-wielding yahoo, and President Christopher might run for the state senate next year.

What Dave does manage to find out in his fumbling, amateurish fashion, with the scruffy Hank at his side (the unheeled heeler offends the sensibilities of the town’s rich yuppies and wealthy hippies here to attend a prominent Buddhist academy) and his beatup pickup always in the background of this “green” little city, is that Blaire and two other young women had a scheme going where they taped movies of themselves fucking their teachers.

If the teachers didn’t cough up a few thousand dollars, or good grades, the movies would hit the website PORNAGE.  Dave runs down one of the teachers, but not before the man falls to his death in a rock-climbing accident. 

The other two girls gave up the scheme, because they’d both been threatened by the men they’d tried to blackmail, but Blaire had discovered she had a flare for this sort of work, and became addicted to the adrenaline rush of the danger…and kept pulling these stunts until she decided to set her sites on the biggest game of all--President Don Christopher himself.

Dave learns this from one of the other two blackmailers--Tiffany Thomas.  Tiffany is scared because someone’s been following her lately, so Dave has a rough time pulling the information out of her, and just before she’s about to hand over a flash drive that she insists will clear Danny’s name, she dies in a kayaking accident on the Big Thompson.

When Dave is on his way to visit the other girl, Angie Mason, who lives in a sprawling Spanish-style casa in the mountains above town, his old truck gets a bad case of low brake-fluid, and he puts the F250 in the river.  He saves his dog, however.  And his rifle.

Time to go huntin’…    

He kills the two men who’d been tailing him to make sure his brakes failed, and then he climbs the mountain to see Angie Mason.  Angie reluctantly shows Dave how the blackmailing scheme went down right there in her own house.  Angie’s parents were always running off to Tibet to study with their Buddhist monk gurus, so she pretty much had the house to herself.  She shows how the hidden cameras worked, and then how the taped “sessions” showed up on the website.  Dave is shocked to see his own son there, with Blaire.  As if making love isn’t real enough, exciting enough unless it’s made public, for all to see... 

Angie confessed to Dave that she has a copy of the flash drive--Tiffany copied it because she knew she was being watched.  Angie slips it into her computer…and Dave sees Blaire and President Christopher…and President Christopher’s wife, the well-bred Georgia, in compromising positions while moaning and groaning with this beautiful young woman.

The windows of Angie’s grand house shatter in a hail of machine-gun fire.  Dave and Angie escape through an old mine shaft on the property, and climb down a dangerous rock wall.  Dave with Hank and Angie’s help kill the gunmen after a long, hard battle--the would-be assassins are three campus cops who Dave had seen around the college--and he and Angie reach town just in time to sit in on Anderson Cooper’s on-campus taping of his interview with the President and Mrs. Christopher. 

Dave tries to break in and tell the true story, but he is wrestled down by other campus cops and hauled off to jail.  Angie slips away.  Meanwhile, Anderson Cooper’s taping is interrupted by one of his producers alerting him to a video now being shown all over the Net--a tape showing the Christophers and Blaire on a giant bed in a large room appointed in the Spanish style, the wind rustling gauzy red drapes over the windows.

…And then a couple of campus cops beating the screaming Blaire to death in her dorm room before slipping out a window.

In real-time, we see the Christophers being hauled kicking and screaming off to jail while Blaire’s moneyed parents watch, shocked and horrified. 

Dave and Angie sit in the raucous stadium bleachers with Hank, cheering for Danny as “Plowboy” makes a fabulous, touchdown-saving tackle.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Excerpt from the New Cuno Massey .45-Caliber Book!

[This ebook original will be out by the first of next month...only from Mean Pete Press!]


Jeston Taffly waved the pistol at the chair on the far side of the table. “Sit down.”
As Cuno stepped back toward the chair, Taffly grabbed his rifle off the table and leaned it against the wall by the door. Cuno sat down. Taffly set the bottle on the table and, keeping the pistol aimed at Cuno’s chest, he sat tensely down in the near chair.
His eyes were red-rimmed and rheumy. From the stench and the way he slurred his words, he’d been drinking all day.
Working up the courage to kill in cold blood.
“I figured I’d find you both here,” the man said when he’d taken another deep pull from the bottle. “Rode back to the ranch, she wasn’t there. Rode over here.”
“And then what were you going to do if you found us together? Shoot us?”
“Why not?”
“It wouldn’t change anything.”
Taffly took another pull from the bottle, wiped his mouth with the grimy sleeve of his jacket. “Maybe not. But it’d make me feel better.”
“She doesn’t love you. Seems to me you never gave her a chance to. You just moved into the house from the hired hand’s shack when her husband died, and started giving orders.”
“I took her husband’s place in that house, that’s true. If it wasn’t me, it would have have been someone else.” Taffly glared at Cuno from over the table, his pupils dilating visibly, ears turning red with mindless rage. “Now, what--you think you’re gonna move in and take over?”
Cuno laughed. Not so much because he found anything funny in Taffly’s words. He laughed at the man’s bitter nonsense.
“Don’t worry,” Cuno said, sitting back in his chair. “I don’t think she’s any happier with me than she is with you right now. Whatever happened between us is over.”
“Still leaves me out in the cold.”
“We’re all out in the cold. Why don’t you get up and ride on out of here, Taffly? So far, you don’t have any blood on your hands. Life is better that way, believe me. You can start again somewhere else. Fresh.”
“Nah.” Taffly shook his head and raised the cocked Schofield a little higher above the table. “I’m gonna kill you.”
“All right. Have it your way.”
Cuno had his hands on his knees. Now he slammed them up to the edge of the table, and, rising from his chair, lifted the table in front of him like a shield, pushing it back hard into Taffly.
The man screamed. The Schofield barked.
The slug plowed into a ceiling beam as Cuno continued to drive the table into Taffly. The man and his chair fell backward, hitting the floor with a thud.
Cuno saw the Schofield on the floor to his left. He kicked it away then tossed the overturned table aside.
Taffly lay writhing on the floor, raging, fresh blood oozing through the reopened cuts in his lips. Cuno straddled the man, grabbed him by his coat lapel, and hammered his face three times with resolute right jabs.
Taffly fell back against the floor, stunned.
“Have you had enough?” Cuno asked him.
Taffly shook the cobwebs from his head, and glared up at Cuno. “I’m gonna kill you if it’s the last thing I do!”
Cuno punched him again...again...and again.
Again, Taffly lay against the floor, blinking and groaning.
“How ‘bout now?”
Taffly threw his right hand out as though searching for the Schofield.
Cuno hit him again—this time with a left uppercut that drove the man’s head back hard against the floor. He was about to hit him again with the same fist, when Taffly, fear now sharp in his eyes, raised his hands in front of his face.
“Enough!” He was bleeding profusely from several lacerations, and his left eye was swelling. “Enough,” he wailed, shrinking back against the floor.
Cuno pulled the man to his feet and led him outside. Taffly was dragging the toes of his boots, arms hanging slack at his sides. He was only half conscious.
“Where’s your horse?”
“Your horse?” Cuno said, louder. “Where is it?”
“B-back. Out back.”
“Let’s go find it.”
He led Taffly around the line shack and into the woods. The man was staggering, drunk and beaten half-senseless. Finally, Cuno saw the man’s horse. He helped Taffly into the saddle. The man groaned. Cuno gave him the bridle reins and then his hat, which he’d snatched off the line shack’s floor.
“There you go—put that on. I’m doing you a favor, Taffly. One that you’ll never have to repay. But don’t thank me. Just get the hell away from here. A dynamite keg is about to explode around Ocotillo. Believe me, you don’t want to be anywhere near when it does.”
Taffly looked around, his left eye swollen nearly shut. “Where...where in the hell am I supposed to go?”
“Anywhere but here.” Cuno slapped the rump of the man’s horse, watched it gallop east through the woods, heading toward the trail. “If I ever see you again—I mean ever—I’m going to kill you. No questions asked!”
The horse galloped through the trees, swerving around pockets of brush.
Gradually, the hoof thuds fell silent.
Taffly was gone.
Cuno went back into the line shack and loaded the Winchester for a ride to town.