The Three Cactus Limbo Bud's Garage and the Quest of the Three Magi

Bud Spinner, a fear-filled reclusive garage owner, a shy inner-knower of hidden goodness in people, helps Map Girl and Geena escape Ardenville with cash and a map. Bud secretly writes car fix-it manuals, banking the money in another town. Bud, Ben, and Andy, two other fear-filled recluses in Ardenville, find each other and become fast friends. Bud repairs cars. Ben reads science fiction. Andy fishes unsuccessfully. Unknown to themselves as well as the town, they are able to detect good and evil, the hidden emotions and intentions in others. Constantly overwhelmed by their psychic, secret gifts, they stay extremely resistant to the ills of the outside world. Their solution is to hide. Easily overwhelmed by nature and the unknown as well as people, they buy a cabin and spend weekends away from Ardenville. But Dan, a private eye hired by Mama to keep tabs on her ex, ejects them from their cabin, forcing them to flee Ardenville. Setting out on their first road trip, they are carrying a gift for Map Girl. Map Girl, Miss Emma, a world famous artist, and her father, William the Dude Makepeace, talk them into staying at a remote monastery until they get their bearings. The three men settle in and plan to spend Christmas with Map Girl, not knowing the unexpected ways of Fate will be awaiting their Magi talents and psychic skills at the desert store and in another unexpected place. My first long novel, "Emerald Hawks Flight", is based on childhood memories. Emerald's coming of age story opened the door to more novels, then to more children's books, and short stories that just walked in, sat down, and told me their stories. They stayed until I got it right. All edited and ready for flight. As a child, I imagined spinning straw into gold, writing something beautiful and bold. I knew who I was, and what I was here to do. I was to learn the depth of what "Once upon a time" foretold the Shadow's deep drawl and the troll's lazy tolls. I was to become an author. A story grower and a line drawer . an icicle mower of ink. a particle examiner of fractions, bones, gnomes and moody moans hiding in somber back woods where whimpers, sobs and howls roam. Doodling threads and twines and vines of ink take over each time should I not find the words. They go racing to the edges of pages to frame the not yet read. The lines lay lazy like stretched out cats waiting to creep further into the pages, hoping to flush out a flustered purple tome. My books began this way. I mostly use a wider spacing in my books; it makes them much easier to read. I love to share my books with readers. I hope my stories are factual, funny, or romantic, intense, emotional, and contains your kind of magic.