From the Preface of the book FROM THE PEA PATCH

Who The Heck Is L. J. Martin And What’s He Believe?

I’m told that next year we’ll have a 39% Federal Income Tax, and that combined with a 10 or 11% state tax, if you live in California or Montana or many other states, will mean that the growing government will take 50% of what we make…that they’ll penalize those of us who work hard and succeed.  And next year, under the present administration, you’ll be taxed 55% to die, as inheritance tax.  All you’ve worked for, all you’ve saved and scrimped for, will be at the whim of the government to give away in order to buy the votes of the hand-out, palm-up set.  Sorry, folks, but there’s something wrong with a system whose pat on the head for doing well is with one hand while the other hand is picking your pocket. Something wrong with a government who won’t protect our borders and will allow the unknown to rush the ramparts because they know they’ll mostly be among the hand-out, palm-up set who’ll vote to continue this outrage.

I’m L. J. Martin, and I’d like to welcome you to Wolfpack Ranch, and hopefully to my webpage and blog,  It’s a country boys look at what’s happening in and to this beautiful country of ours.

I’m coming to you from the shadow of Montana’s incredible Sapphire Mountains, where we enjoy a few acres of meadow grass and horses.  Born in California’s great central valley, I’ve always been a country boy, but I’ve had a diverse background, having worked in the fields and sheds of my home county, in a service station, for the city, in an all night print shop, as a bartender, and at Vandenberg AFB, and as a water company manager in a small struggling town, all before becoming a farmer, real estate broker, appraiser, mortgage broker and contractor. And that was while raising four sons. And last and I hope not least, I’ve become a writer, having written 20 novels and 2 non-fiction books along the way and in that endeavor am happy to be in the shadow of my beautiful wife, who’s internationally published with over 50 novels in a dozen languages.

We’ve been in Montana, 25 miles from town, for fifteen years—not born here, but getting here as quickly as we could—and I wake up every morning, in the house my sons and I built with our own hands, with a silly grin on my face…but that grin, of late, has been shadowed with concern.

My wife and I have traveled a lot, crisscrossing the lower 48.  I’ve been in the South Pacific and we’ve been up and down the Americas on the east coast from Quebec to Rio, and the west from Lima to Anchorage. During the last 25 years we’ve been in Europe several times, from Amsterdam to Rome and Costa Brava in Spain, from Dingle, Ireland, to Budapest and Prague, and, seeing ruins two thousand or more years old, I’ve come to understand why Europeans still think of the United States as an experiment, and possibly only a passing one.  I want to help assure that we’re much more than that, to assure that this wonderful country and it’s perfect, but venerable, document, The Constitution, will live forever, for the benefit of my children and grandchildren and yours…and theirs.

 In addition to writing, here at Wolfpack Ranch, we harvest our meadow hay, garden, and hunt and fish.  We dry,  can, preserve and freeze the bounty of the garden; butcher, freeze, smoke, or jerk game; cut our own firewood; and do the normal chores of a small ranch, pulling fence, fertilizing, and tending the stock.  We consider ourselves self-reliant, and that friends, I think, is one of the many attributes that has made and kept America great…self-reliance.  As was eloquently said in a country song, a country boy will survive.

We’re close to the land, and respect and admire others who make their living off the land, as well as those who work hard in the shops, factories, and offices and who keep this country moving.  Maybe that self-reliance is what makes us so repulsed at the state of the country today, it’s burgeoning government, and the hand-out, palm-up attitude of so many.

And it’s not that either of us were born with the proverbial silver spoon in our mouths.  I was raised in county housing and my wife’s family were working folks, rodeo people, and always next to the land.  We worked hard for what we have and are proud of it.

That doesn’t mean that I don’t feel as if I’m my brother’s keeper, as I believe we have a responsibility to those who can’t (and I don’t mean won’t) do for themselves.  So long as the hand-out, palm-up, is for need, not greed, I think we all should be there.  After all, I was, as I said, raised in county housing.

As a historian, an avocation if not vocation, and even as a novelist you’ve got to be historically accurate, so you spend a lot of time in biographies and autobiographies and journals.  I’ve come to admire a lot of those from America’s past, and, at we’ll look back at the wisdom of our forefathers.  Particularly of Washington, Adams, Jefferson, and Lincoln, and those of later times, Mark Twain, Teddy Roosevelt, and Will Rogers, and even later, of John Kennedy, Dr. King, and Ronald Reagan, and many more, and try and glean and learn and benefit from some of what they believed and espoused.

Anyway, that’s some of what is all about and I hope you’ll join us there, no matter your politics.  We want to hear everyone’s views.  I will tell you I voted for Montana’s current governor, a Democrat, so I can be swayed…of course our governor runs one of two states with a balanced budget and money in the bank.

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God bless you, and God Bless America.

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