The Young Lions
THE YOUNG LIONS - An Adult African-Adventure Story
Robert Hamilton was a naive 18 year-old, a Young Lion from the colony...
... Until he met Emma, his mother's attractive younger sister in London.
An adult action-adventure story set in 19th Century South Africa on the Transvaal goldfields now overshadowed by the looming threat of the Anglo-Boer War.
The Young Lions is the story of Robert's adventures in the bedrooms and in the wild bushveld of a land struggling to come to terms with its enormous wealth now the envy of overseas interests.
˃˃˃ The Young Lions is the first in a series on the adventures of the Hamilton family in Africa.
The novel, THE BRAVE MEN, is the sequel to The Young Lions.
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his hair and made his way downstairs. Aware he was in for a long wait, Alfred seated him in the drawing room with a full decanter of sherry close at hand. The decanter was down by three glasses when Alfred informed him Lady Emma was on her way down. The sight of Emma coming down the stairs took his breath away. She looked magnificent in a form fitting burgundy dress with ruffled sleeves and a low-cut bodice, which showed off two of her most enticing assets. Emboldened by the sherry he
nothing. Robert continued, “I gave the major my word that, if I survived the war, I would carry out his wishes. I stayed with him until he died.” Over dinner that evening, Robert asked his guests if they would like to visit Johannesburg. “It will give you an opportunity to see more of the country and it would be my pleasure to have you stay in our hotel.” “You own a hotel?” Maura Connolly said sceptically, “you are a most surprising man Robert Hamilton. Is it a large hotel?”
devastating rinderpest outbreak that killed all the livestock on their farm. “To make matters worse, the kudu, wildebeest and eland died; everything died. I was 16 years old and had to go to work, so I walked the 40 miles to Pretoria and joined the Staats Artillerie - State Artillery, the only uniformed regiment in the Republican forces. Then a few years later, when the government decided they needed a police force, the Zarps came into being. I signed up and discovered I enjoyed police work; of
opened up. At first, she denied knowing any Irishmen, but her attempts to disguise her strong Dublin accent only encouraged her interviewers. Their threats to arrest her as an accessory to murder persuaded her to confess that she and her fifteen-year-old son had recently taken care of an Irishman nursing a serious bullet wound. “Four of his friends arrived yesterday with a coolie man and his wagon to help move him. I told them I thought he was dying, but they were determined not to leave him
peace on the Witwatersrand. There are enemies, both within and without, who would use the first signs of unrest to achieve their objectives. We must guard against that.” He stood, shook Roberts hand again and thanked him for coming. Koos Meyer was waiting for him in the outer office. “Well my friend, now you are a burgher of the Transvaal Republic and Breedt can deputise you all he likes.” As their cab pulled out into the Square and headed west on Church Street, Robert asked if they were