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Set in the gutted, devastated remains of the American South in the months following the conclusion of the Civil War, Let Us Alone Trust in God follows a Union solder named Samuel Glazer as he tracks down the Confederate guerrillas that brutally murdered his family. Glazer, however, is no ordinary man, and his unholy quest for vengeance is as insatiable as it is destructive.
Former sheriff and Confederate soldier Lee Sinclair wants nothing more than to live a quiet life as a blacksmith. When he returned from the war unharmed, he promised his wife Kate that he would never again put himself in harm’s way. But when Glazer brutally murders a local family, Lee is blackmailed by a rich plantation owner into pursuing Glazer.
Accompanied by two psychotic bounty hunters, Lee soon realizes that this is more than a simple manhunt: It’s a journey through the darkest recesses of a land shattered by war...
"William Harms shoots from the hip in this brilliant and heartbreaking novel of bitter loss and hot-blooded revenge. Highly recommended." --Jonathan Maberry, New York Times best-selling author of Ghostwalkers and Kill Switch
"William Harms waits for you in the dark, penning tales of murder, madness, and misery. Sometimes his grim words bite at your soul, but they’re woven so expertly and his characters are so intriguing--so desperate--that you can’t stop yourself from pressing on to see how it all turns out. I know my Weird Westerns, and William nails the coffin tight every time." --Shane Hensley, Creator of Deadlands
"A relentless, unflinching story told through prose that is both spare and sweeping — reminiscent of the hard but breathtaking landscape crossed by Harms’ complex anti-heroes. Let Us Alone Trust in God haunts you well after the final bullet is fired." -- -W. Haden Blackman, Award-winning Writer of Star Wars: The Force Unleashed and Batwoman
"’Dying made a mockery of life, that something so important should not be so fragile.’ This epitomizes William Harms’ tale of revenge and vengeance by a former Missouri man caught between the two warring sides of the Civil War. This bleak western came to life in this page turner. It did not end how I was expecting and that made me like it all the more." -- Matt Hawkins, Publisher Top Cow, Writer of Think Tank
I’ve been a professional writer for nearly 20 years, primarily in the worlds of video games and comic books. In comics, I’ve written stories featuring Iron Man, Captain America, and Wolverine. My horror series Impaler was a finalist for the International Horror Guild Award.
Most recently I was the lead writer on Mafia III, which was just released by 2K Games to wide acclaim for its story and writing. I’ve also worked on inFamous, inFamous 2, and Dead Island: Riptide.
Let Us Alone Trust in God sprang from my love of Westerns (in particular the Eastwood "supernatural" Westerns like Pale Rider and High Plains Drifter), and horror fiction. Although I wouldn’t call Let Us Alone a horror novel in the traditional sense, it does have supernatural elements.
Samuel Glazer spent two days watching the farm, studying the family’s movements, when they left, when they fed the animals, when they took supper. It was an hour or so after sunrise and Glazer was crouched low in a small ravine on the west side of the farm, hidden behind some brush. His hair was matted and tangled, his shirt starched stiff with dried sweat. Despite the early hour, it was already hot and thin beads of sweat ran down his forehead, carving salty paths through the layer of dirt on his face.
The farm was owned by a man named Harold Camp. The property was small, roughly twenty acres of grazing land along with a modest house, a barn, and a dilapidated pen that held several hogs. Both the barn and the house were in a state of slow decay and neither had ever been painted, the wood stained from years of rain and wind. One of the windows on the house was gone, replaced by a thin piece of cow hide, the corners nailed into what was left of the window’s frame. The earth in front of the house was littered with small patches of dead grass and deep ruts caused by wagon wheels rolling through mud.
Glazer pulled a small piece of paper and a bit of whittled lead out of his shirt pocket. The paper had sixteen names on it, five of which were already crossed off. Glazer licked the lead and drew a straight line through Harold Camp’s name. He had seen what he needed to see. He put the paper and lead back into his pocket.
The front door of the house banged open and Harold came outside, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He wore a pair of filthy overalls and he walked over to the hogs, looked inside for a moment, and then headed for the barn. A moment later, he led out an old horse and hooked it to the wagon. He climbed up into the seat and slapped the horse with the reins. The horse moved slowly, its breathing labored. The pigs started to grunt and squeal, wanting to be fed.
Harold moved down the lane, toward the road that led to Whitwell. As the wagon disappeared from sight, Glazer lifted his rifle up off the ground and sighted it in on the front door of the house. He knew that Camp would probably hear the shots, but the road was narrow and the horse was old. There was plenty of time.
It was nearly ten minutes before Harold’s wife Dorothy came outside. Glazer sighted her in and fired. The shot took her directly in the stomach, the bullet blowing out her back and ricocheting off the front of the house. Dorothy collapsed in a heap, her right hand clutching her bleeding gut. Glazer stayed in the ravine, the rifle once again aimed at the door.
The front door slammed open as Harold’s only child, a boy in his teens, came running out. Glazer didn’t know his name. The boy went for his mother and Glazer shot him in the shoulder. The kid spun around like a top and his feet tangled and he fell to the ground. Glazer checked the road and then got up out of the ravine and walked across a large patch of fallow ground toward the wife and kid. The kid was...