His wife had passed away and he needed something. So one day in 2004, Gary Kassay sat down with a black ink pen, a pile of notebook paper and began. When he did, the words took off.
“It pretty much consumed me,” he said of the writing. “It just came to me.”
Three months, roughly 450 pages and “a couple” of black ink pens later, he had produced a novel.
Earlier this month, Kassay, a Casper police officer, saw the book published.