When his wife left him, Sam Martin decided that New York was too crowded and full of bad memories, so he decided to move out west. He bought a huge but inexpensive farm, near a small town called Gateway in Wyoming. Gateway was not on any map, so he knew that he would find the solitude that he desperately needed. Upon his arrival, he noted that the small town was stuck in the 1930’s, not to mention a few other quirks that mystified him. Coming from a farming background, he relished the opportunity to sow his own fields and live an uncomplicated farm life for the rest of his days.
A strange black rock jutted out from the middle of the field. It had writing upon it, so he thought that it might be a strange monument to a past farmer of these fields. One night, while admiring the splendor of what he’d accomplished the previous day, he noticed people hovering around the black rock. They stood upon it and then vanished within it. He ran to the rock, but no one was there. Many other oddities occurred to Sam—the town didn’t have a cemetery; there were no modern appliances, modern cars or electricity. Sam navigates these mysteries to find the answers he needs and to determine, whether or not, he owned the Gateway to heaven or hell.
WHAT ONE READER SAYS ABOUT THE LEAVING FIELDS
SAM MARTIN WENT THROUGH AN UGLY BREAK UP AND HEADED WEST FROM THE BIG CITY. WHEN HE BUYS A FARM IN GATEWAY WYOMING, HE HAS NO CLUE WHAT IS IN STORE FOR HIM. IT’S AN ABSOLUTELY MIND BOGGLING STORY WITH ASPECTS OF THE PARANORMAL AS WELL AS THE FIGHT BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL. MR. HENRY HAS A CERTAIN TALENT FOR WRITING STORIES THAT WILL TOUCH THE HEART AND MAKE THE READER THINK. THIS WAS NO RUN OF THE MILL TALE OF GOOD VERSUS EVIL. THERE WERE MORE TWISTS IN THIS STORY THAN A LONG AND WINDING ROAD. I GIVE KUDOS TO THE AUTHOR FOR WRITING SUCH A HEAD SCRATCHER—KEPT ME UP ALL NIGHT TURNING PAGE AFTER PAGE. THIS IS A THINKING PERSONS BOOK FOR SURE—A FIVE STAR READ!!!
RUSTY EXPLAINS THE WEATHER IN GATEWAY
MEET PROLIFIC AUTHOR GARY D. HENRY
Previously, Henry’s career spans twenty-three years in the environmental field and an additional twenty years as a government defense contractor, where he continues to work and where he discovered his knack for writing. As a technical writer for many years, he has written countless reports regarding testing procedures and testing results presented to government agencies for review and acceptance.
Among Henry’s writing habits is the playing of old movies in the background, which nudges his subconscious so the words can flow. He is single and lives in Sterling, Virginia, where he has lived most of his life.