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Myles Walter Keogh was born to be a soldier. He had a passion in his blood and a love for the thrill of battle, which led him to fight in the Papal Wars as well as the American Civil War and the Western Indian Wars. Devastatingly handsome, a notorious flirt with the opposite sex, Keogh soon learned that being a military officer extracted a terrible toll on his soul—a void he filled with depression and perhaps more drink than was good for him. History records his death on June 25, 1876, at a place called Little Bighorn, which was in Dakota Territory. But history sometimes makes mistakes, especially if there is a mysterious wrinkle in the fabric of time indicating the Irish soldier of fortune has another path open to him if only he would accept it. He has a chance to forego death, save the United States, and maybe…just maybe, find true love.
Myles Walter Keogh was born to be a soldier. He had a passion in his blood and a love for the thrill of battle, which led him to fight in the Papal Wars as well as the American Civil War and the Western Indian Wars. Devastatingly handsome, a notorious flirt with the opposite sex, Keogh soon learned that being a military officer extracted a terrible toll on his soul—a void he filled with depression and perhaps more drink than was good for him. History records his death on June 25, 1876, at a place called Little Bighorn, which was in Dakota Territory. But history sometimes makes mistakes, especially if there is a mysterious wrinkle in the fabric of time indicating the Irish soldier of fortune has another path open to him if only he would accept it. He has a chance to forego death, save the United States, and maybe…just maybe, find true love.