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NEW RELEASE: The Chee-Chalker by L. Ron Hubbard |
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The Chee-Chalker Norton's cold case heats up when the local radio station owner emerges, floating face-down at the docks, and a heart-stopping heiress to the halibut trade makes a maelstrom of trouble. The fact that Norton is well dressed and neatly shaven causes some of the local toughs to mistake the agent for a "chee-chalker"—or newcomer—much to their regret. Read a story excerpt from The Chee-Chalker; CLICK HERE
Steal all the action in the full-cast version of The Chee-Chalker featuring Tamra Meskimen. Also starring Bob Caso, R. F. Daley, Jim Meskimen, Tait Ruppert and Josh R. Thompson. Each production is packed with music and cinema-quality sound effects, putting you right into the heart of the story. Listen to an audiobook excerpt from
• • • • • • • • • • • • • WHAT IS A A newcomer to Alaska and the Klondike; an Indian word meaning one who is inexperienced or has no knowledge; a tenderfoot. • • • • • • • • • • • • •
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THE CHEE-CHALKER |
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Put on your gumshoes and help FBI agent
Bill Norton combat crime. Decipher correctly the missing letters in the words below and e-mail your answers to editor@galaxypress.com with Clue #1: A short, leather-covered club, consisting of a heavy head on a flexible handle; used as a weapon.
A J _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____
Clue #2: Raw, inferior liquor.
O T _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____
A Brief History of Alaska Alaska sits just across the Bering Straight from Siberia. Because of its strategic location, it has a long history of Russian settlement. But Native Americans settled here first. Some fifteen to forty thousand years ago, anthropologists believe that the forefathers of the current Indian tribes that inhabit the Americas walked across the land bridge that then spanned Asia and America and settled both the northern and southern continents.
Finally, to unburden itself and add substantial cash to the treasury, Russia agreed to sell its stake in Alaska to the United States. Secretary of State William Seward negotiated the contract for $7,200,000 or about two cents an acre. Seward immediately became the target of political and press interests that called the whole deal “Seward’s Folly.” This perception continued until the 1880s when gold was discovered in the Alaska Territory.
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Inky Odds When the biggest story of the war comes Bat's way, he's given an ultimatum: outwit Lane and somehow get his story in first or be blackballed from ever working as a reporter again. Before his boss can fire him, Bat sets out to track down his enterprising competitor, little knowing that the real identity of the mysterious newshound is uncomfortably close to home!
Inky Odds
Charge into the action in the full-cast version of Inky Odds featuring Jennifer Aspen. Also starring R. F. Daley, Lori Jablons, Shane Johnson, Jim Meskimen and Tait Ruppert. This audiobook production is packed with music and cinema-quality sound effects, putting you right into the heart of the story. "Hubbard's stunning writing ability and creative imagination set him apart as one of the greatest literary figures of the 20th century."—Publishers Weekly
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An officer with a red band on his cap looked with hostility at Conroy. “I am sorry—very sorry—but you cannot linger here.” They were standing beside a high, if battered wall, the exterior of some school yard that offered some small protection from the rain. This officer’s refusal was all that Bat Conroy needed to make him stay. “I am Conroy, of World Press.” The officer looked closely at him. “Papers?” Conroy showed his line passes and the officer became very courteous. “I am sorry. I was given orders not to let anyone see these prisoners. But if you are Mr. Conroy—” “Thank you,” said Conroy and turned to address a Chinese officer who, stripped of sidearms and coat, dismally awaited his reunion with his ancestors. But before Conroy could speak, there came a crashing rattle beyond the wall. Two machine guns were going in there. They stopped. Conroy looked sharply at the Japanese officer and then turned to enter the arch. “No. No. So sorry! You cannot go in there!” "Thank you,” said Conroy, and walked in. The yard was about a hundred yards long, surrounded by the wall. Two or three hundred prisoners were herded into one end of it, and perhaps fifty corpses were caved in at Conroy’s right. Two machine gunners sat dispassionately upon their tripods and waited for the next batch to be sorted out and stood up. The officers had men hauled out of the mob at random, clearly with the intention of executing all of them at length, but giving those who still lived something to think about to occupy their time. Into the present batch was pulled a White Russian officer. His shoulder was damp with redness and he wore no cap. But he was grandly condescending to his captors. Two Chinese snipers were next. Then the guard hauled out a white girl from the mob and thrust her into the newly forming group! She was speaking in very rapid Japanese—so fast that Conroy could scarcely follow her. But she did not seem to be frightened, merely concerned. “But I tell you this is a mistake! I am not a Russian. I am an American. I . . . I am an American missionary, and if you will cable President Roosevelt I’m sure he will tell you—” “Quiet!” barked a Japanese officer.
A guard thrust her toward the wall. She disconsolately took out a pack of cigarettes and, offering one to the White Russian officer, lit his and her own. “This is highly irregular, Ivan. Your name, of course, is Ivan, isn’t it? They ought to have a court-martial and then a blindfold, and somebody ought to wave a sword before they fire and say it is all for the good of the Mikado.” “It is a very messy day on which to die, madame,” said the White Russian. “One will make such a soggy corpse. But then, since birth, I have known that I would some day come to a bad end, and so now I have no longer to worry about it. First my vast estates, and now my life. Ah, but then that is fate.” “Officer!” said the girl. “Officer, don’t you want my last words?” “Quiet!” Conroy, throughout all this, had been stunned. She had spoken Russian to a Russian, Japanese to a Japanese, and she must be terribly sure of getting out of this, for certainly no woman had that much nerve. And what a strange girl she was to find up here in the drenched plains of central China! She belonged on a stage on Broadway with that face and figure. She was as blond as he was, and quite as splattered with mud— She looked toward the gate and saw Conroy, and then she stood up straight and quickly masked the joy which had nearly burst through to the surface. Instead, she registered tearful relief. “Oh! My brother!” she cried in Japanese. “My dear, long-lost brother! How I have searched for you!” And, her arms outstretched, she came past the guard and straight toward Conroy. The guard took a moment to see whom she was addressing and so failed to block her. And the next instant Conroy had her arms around his neck and was being kissed tearfully. To read more CLICK HERE |
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The first European settlement in what was to become Alaska was an outpost created in 1784 by Russian fur traders at Three Saints Bay on Kodiak Island.
Eventually the entire area was administered by an association known as the Russian-American Company. There was little that Alaska had to offer in exchange for the time and energy overseeing it required and it was increasingly perceived by the Russians as a greater and greater liability.
“But the President and I are old friends! And besides, how could I be a White Russian! Born in Lansing, Michigan, USA!”