Caribou Malone - Badovinac, Paul
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In the Great State of Tennessee surrounded by rolling mountains inhabited by moonshiners fueling the state with white lightning, John Malone worked the stills day and night. He had three sons Carson, the oldest who had no fear of life, Wesley who dreamed of being an aviator, and young Jake (Caribou), who was never far from his father. Carson's escapades and lust for life propelled the Malone family into constant danger. The family was forever hunted by assassins, mobsters, and bootleg-gers. During the stock market crash and depression of the "Roaring Twenties" and "Dirty Thirties", the family…mehr

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In the Great State of Tennessee surrounded by rolling mountains inhabited by moonshiners fueling the state with white lightning, John Malone worked the stills day and night. He had three sons Carson, the oldest who had no fear of life, Wesley who dreamed of being an aviator, and young Jake (Caribou), who was never far from his father. Carson's escapades and lust for life propelled the Malone family into constant danger. The family was forever hunted by assassins, mobsters, and bootleg-gers. During the stock market crash and depression of the "Roaring Twenties" and "Dirty Thirties", the family did what they had to, to get by. Regardless of their powerful bonds, fate caused the Malone brothers to be separated. In this background, Caribou Malone grew into a young man. Forcefully aban-doned and trying to survive desperate times, he worked for companies on the shady side of the law. Through adventures, Caribou is returned to the love of his life. A collision of events caused Caribou to choose to fight for love of country. Propelled into war, from the desert sands of Africa to the forests and rolling mountains of Europe, year after year, mile after mile. Finally, Caribou Malone finds peace.
Autorenporträt
I was born in a mining camp in Butte, Montana, in the 1940s, the son of a Butte miner Nick Badovinac. I had two brothers, Nick and John, two sisters, Joan and Lynn and my mother's name was Darinka. My father died when I was seven. By the time I was nine, I was on the streets selling newspapers. I served in the U.S. Army infantry, and consider myself a peacetime dog face. If you are wondering what shaped my mind or perhaps my life, I've never had time to pursue a real career: I was always in a pinochle, pan or hold 'em game. I was in and out of trouble with the law but managed to stay out of prison. My advice is don't wait until you are eighty to start a career. I have lots of ideas and life experiences and I will continue to write now and well into the future.