JUNIPER'S DAUGHTER FRONTIER TOWN
A novel following up Juniper's Daughter The Final War by Nick Armbrister. In a world full of violent gangsters, secret intelligence operatives, a shady witch called Juniper's Daughter, dark Goths and many other erotic characters, all are set for a showdown with the much vaunted English Army who is intent on invading and wiping them all out. The war rages on and the struggle continues in a world where poodle dogs have laser beam eyes and machine guns fire nuclear bullets. Science fiction meets the near future in this raunchy tough story of madness and dark humour. Set in a ficticious town called Renford in a war ravaged land, this story is an intimate look at one version of the future. Will people be nice to one another or will the Devil and death sweep the land?
At the other end of the scale, a rifle had been ordered to be produced by another private person, again under secrecy and hush-hush with no questions asked for a large fee of traded goods. The rifle was three times more powerful than the specially built handgun, which in itself was four times more lethal than a normal nine-millimetre pistol. No special carvings were on the barrel; this was pure chrome firing a fifteen-milli bullet made of solid tungsten that was armour piercing and had a range of up to two miles. This gun was called the Buffalo Gun because the owner wanted to go and shoot new genetic man made buffalos in New America when it was ready; rich customers paid up to a million credits a head to hunt and kill genetic buffalos. Man had exterminated the real natural buffalos over a hundred years ago; scientists had taken over the role of god and invented a new modified genetic buffalo for hunting and blood sports. This was more money for the fascist all-powerful New American government who wanted all of the credits they could get.
The Buffalo Gun was a real motherfucker; a banana shaped magazine slotted into the top and held twenty huge 15mm bullets that were the biggest to go into any modern rifle. A massive muzzle break made the recoil more manageable so the firer wouldn’t have a broken shoulder, now a teenager could fire this wicked weapon with ease. An option of an electronic palm reader was offered that ensured only the owner would be able to fire the rifle, he didn’t want anyone to steal his thunder. The price was secret but it was expensive, not paid in money but in other valuable commodities like gold, diamonds and jewellery to name just the obvious.
BJ was able to make a new weapon every two weeks when working on his own, his son helped with the minor jobs. He liked to keep his skills secret, teaching his son the most basic skills but he was a realist, he knew one day he would die and then his business would be left to his only son. So soon he would have to start training and educating his lad in the ways of the professional gunsmith, this was an art that had to be kept alive by passing on the knowledge in the secret art of weapon making from design to manufacture to providing spare parts. Being selfish was good because it kept one’s secrets close to ones chest, in the event of an accident the same secrets died a death, lost forever. BJ’s son would soon be more than just a helping hand.
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