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JUANITA KING . . . The beautiful wife of a rich and cruel Californian, she was willing to risk her life for freedom even if it meant fleeing to Colter's Hell.

QUINN WALLACE . . . Handsome and carefree until he met a mountain man named HAWK who showed him a fortune in Yellowstone gold and filled his mind with dreams of adventure and fabulous wealth.


    A bald eagle floated effortlessly out of the clouds to tear a crimson-bellied fish from the sky-blue water. Juanita couldn't help but shiver as they entered a vast basin of almost surreal beauty surrounded by range after range of snow-capped and towering mountains.

    "There she is!" Hawk cried proudly. "The biggest geyser of them all!"

    Juanita gasped as a great plume of . . . water shot up to the sky from a pool of blue-green boiling water. She could feel the earth shake, hear the geyser growl, hiss, spit and belch and she tasted something foul in the air. "It's . . . it's as if we're looking at Satan's workshop."

    "That's right," Hawk said proudly, "and that's why we call it Colter's Hell!"


A land of awesome beauty where nothing but its Sheepeater People were gentle and where bold and daring men and women came to risk . . . everything.




    "Yellowstone Thunder was incredibly fun to research and write and being America's first National Park makes it all the more special. Yellowstone is so spectacular with its steaming geysers, bubbling mud pots that remind me of melted milk chocolate, free-roaming buffalo herds and other magnificent wildlife that today's visitors cannot help but feel as if they have been magically transported far back into another world . . . another time . . . of almost unimaginable pure and pristine beauty."

Gary McCarthy



"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
Nature's peace will flow into you as
sunshine flows into trees.
The winds will blow their own freshness into you
and the storms their energy, while cares will
drop off like autumn leaves."

John Muir, after
visiting Yellowstone
in 1885