There is a wild land high up through the Himalayan Breach between Tibet and Nepal named Mustang where warlords rode and ruled and Western visitors were not welcome. This is a story of an American girl and an English boy who disappeared up through that breach into the Himalayan Mountains, a story of Khampa warriors who raided across the undefended, unmarked border between Mustang and Tibet. This of the Chinese and, too, of the fighters for whom lifes final victory was the taking of Chinese with them into death. And also of the beauty, the silence, the stench of fear, the crack of rifles, the gleam of blood, the feel of death beneath ones blade.
Coeur dAlene is a city on the north end of Coeur dAlene Lake, a hundred miles from the Canadian border. In 1930, prohibition was in force, and the mines to the east and logging camps to the south were filled with men who were paid on Saturday night and where a fellow was served at a bar if he was tall enough to order across it. Grag Bergman, a widower and father of two, was a banker in Coeur dAlene. Gary Madison brought whiskey across the border from Canada, owned a few clubs, supplied red-light establishments, the police, doctors, lawyers, bankers, and private citizens. This is a story of that special time of probation, of Depression, a time between world wars in that special part of the north Idaho, where homesteads were still new and civilization as we know it today was only a dream.
There is a wild land high up through the Himalayan Breach between Tibet and Nepal named Mustang where warlords rode and ruled and Western visitors were not welcome. This is a story of an American girl and an English boy who disappeared up through that breach into the Himalayan Mountains, a story of Khampa warriors who raided across the undefended, unmarked border between Mustang and Tibet. This of the Chinese and, too, of the fighters for whom lifes final victory was the taking of Chinese with them into death. And also of the beauty, the silence, the stench of fear, the crack of rifles, the gleam of blood, the feel of death beneath ones blade.
Coeur dAlene is a city on the north end of Coeur dAlene Lake, a hundred miles from the Canadian border. In 1930, prohibition was in force, and the mines to the east and logging camps to the south were filled with men who were paid on Saturday night and where a fellow was served at a bar if he was tall enough to order across it. Grag Bergman, a widower and father of two, was a banker in Coeur dAlene. Gary Madison brought whiskey across the border from Canada, owned a few clubs, supplied red-light establishments, the police, doctors, lawyers, bankers, and private citizens. This is a story of that special time of probation, of Depression, a time between world wars in that special part of the north Idaho, where homesteads were still new and civilization as we know it today was only a dream.
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