Welcome to a Steampunk wild west starring Doc Holliday, with zombies, dinosaurs, robots, and cowboys.
The time is April, 1885. Doc Holliday lies in bed in a sanitarium in Leadville, Colorado, expecting never to leave his room again. But the medicine man and great chief Geronimo needs him for one last adventure. Renegade Comanche medicine men object to the newly-signed treaty with Theodore Roosevelt. They are venting their displeasure on two white men who are desecrating tribal territory in Wyoming. Geronimo must protect the men or renege on his agreement with Roosevelt. He offers Doc one year of restored health in exchange for taking on this mission.
Welcome to the birth of American paleontology, spearheaded by two brilliant men, Edward Drinker Cope and Othniel Charles Marsh, two men whose genius is only exceeded by their hatred for each other's guts.
Now, with the aid of Theodore Roosevelt, Cole Younger, and Buffalo Bill Cody, Doc Holliday must save Cope and Marsh not only from the Comanches, not only from living, breathing dinosaurs, but from each other. And that won't be easy.
From the Trade Paperback edition.
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|Title of eBook: The Doctor and the Dinosaurs|
|Release Date: 12-10-2013|
|Publisher: Prometheus Books|
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The Doctor and the Dinosaurs
The emaciated man lay on his bed, his mouth open, gasping forair in the plain, austere room. A white-clad nurse mopped thesweat from his forehead with an increasingly damp towel as he staredout the window at the snow-capped mountains a few miles away.
"Is there anything I can get you, Doc?" she asked solicitously.
"Air would be nice," rasped the man, trying vainly to fill his lungswith the thin Colorado air.
"I could have a couple of the attendants move you to the patiodownstairs," she offered.
"I've seen the patio downstairs," he whispered, wincing in discomfort."I could use a drink, though."
"You know what the doctor said."
"I'm a doctor, too."
"He's a real doctor," said the nurse. "You're just a ..." She searchedfor the word.
"Cold-blooded drunken killer?" he suggested wryly. "I'm not, youknow. At least, not anymore. I haven't had a drink in a week."
"I was going to say dentist," replied the nurse. "And the doctorknows what's best for you."
"I don't see that knowing what's next for me gives him any insightinto what's best for me," said the patient bitterly.
"No whiskey, and that's final!" she said. Then she smiled. "But I dohave a treat for you."
"Let me guess," he muttered. "A church choir composed of apple-cheekedchildren?"
"No," she said, surprised. "But I could send for the minister if youwant."
He shook his head and winced again at the effort. "He'll be readingover me soon enough."
"Why are you like this?" she demanded in exasperated tones,...