A little man in a small mining town did the right thing for people who trusted him with their money and went to jail for it. A banker, Charles C. Wain, "Buck," foresaw the depression. Six weeks before the crash, C.C. set in motion his plan to protect his depositors, by arranging for a "loan" from New York banks. Pursued by the ambitious and the rich and powerful, brought to trial on charges that were not actually for the crime he committed, he pled guilty partly to protect his family and friends from further harassment, mostly because it didn't seem right just to beat the system. "I took that money. That was the only way I could get it to pay out my depositors." Six years later, three months before FDR made his crime the law of the land by signing the National Banking Act, he was released from prison. He tells his story from the vantage point of his last days as an obscure Fuller Brush man of 83.
After hearing him talk incessantly about how much he wanted to write, his then wife-to-be gave him a bound volume of blank pages and said “put up or shut up.”
Since 2001, he has published ***Telluride Promise***, five short stories, ***Every Soul Is Free***, ***Fugitive Sheriff***, and ***Founding Sheriff***.
Edward’s work explores the struggles people encounter in staying true to themselves and their ideals. He shines a light on the hard decisions made every day, the hardest of which is to keep going. He writes of the glory in facing reality, real stories about real working people for real reading people.
Edward and his wife, Anne, live in Connecticut where he writes every day. He’ll never move back West, but that is all right — he never left.
