Introduction~

 

BROKENHEARTED IN BAKERSFIELD

Story by: Nelson J. Hall & Michael Eastman

Cover art by: Joel Rivers

 

This story happened in Bakersfield not long ago.  Or maybe it didn't.  The names have been changed to protect the guilty, fictitious or not, living or dead….

[The sequel is here: https://the-feet-of-god.blogspot.com]

Comments?  Please email michael_eastman@msn.com

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