Rich Owen | Professional Voice Actor for Commercial & Video Games

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Rich Owen, narrator. This is from Texas Sunrise by Elmer Kelton. I could have whipped the Kiefer brothers without even breaking a sweat, provided I took them one at a time. But the two together were a mite too much. They had me staggered in the dust of the crossroads. Dogs barked. Men and boys cheered and whooped and stood back to give us room. Entertainment was scarce in those parts, a horse race occasionally, a shooting match, a barn raising, or a dance. A good fist fight was usually certain to stir the betting blood. But nobody was betting this time. They could tell I was fixing to get my plow cleaned good and proper. I was 21 then, 5 feet 11, and tough as mule hide. But that wasn't enough. I kept lashing out with my fist at smiley Kiefer, and trying with my elbows to knock loose from snag Kiefer's heavy weight on my back. Snag clung like a burr under the pants leg. I huffed, the breath coming harder. This ain't no way to fair fight. I didn't go to fight the both of you. This is from Lizard Man by David James Poisson. What is it? What's wrong? Cam shakes his head. Red's dead, he says. Red is Cam's dad. Bastard used to beat the fuck out of me, Cam told me one night when we both drank too much and swapped sad stories. I don't know whether Cam is upset or relieved, and I don't know what to say. Cam must see this because he says, it's okay, I'm okay. How'd it happen? He was drinking. Wow, that's a stupid thing to say, but I've been up all night. I need a favor. Anything. I need a ride to Red's house. Okay. Cam hasn't had a car for years. St. Petersburg is a pedestrian city. Well, don't say okay yet. It's in Lee. Lee? Yeah. Lee, Florida? Yeah, is that a problem? No problem. Lee is four long hours north. Okay, let's go. And we go. This is from Last Scene in Suburbia by Patrick Fraley. Nader sat in his chair like a big dope. She'd thrown off his timing. For some reason he would never figure out. It took her a very long time to get to his door. What possibly could have taken her that long to walk from the receptionist to his door? There was nothing to look at on the way, no painting to admire. When she opened the door, he felt like a waxed figure, smiling like an idiot. He lifted himself out of the chair as she approached his desk. He offered his hand. I hope your flight was uneventful. I hope your flight was uneventful. She didn't answer. What can you say to pure banality? He sat back down. As he did, his golden blue striped tie laid out like a long, colorful fish on his desk. They both looked at it. Why didn't he just whisk it down toward his chest? Did he think it would magnetically seek his shirt, whip off the desk like a silky eel? Their eyes met. That used to happen to my father. He once wrote half a check on his tie. Do you have the contract? Yes, Nader said. Is it under your tie? Yes, it is. I mean, it was there the last time I looked. She said, what do you say we look again, shall we?

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We are creators. Designers of the useful. Builders of the beautiful. We live in a country that makes things we believe in. That's America. That's Jack Daniels.

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I'm a husband, a father, and an eight-time gold medalist for the Barbershop Harmony Society. But the title that brings me the most joy is... World's Greatest Chocolate Milk Maker! Hello, Happy! Hello, Hershey!

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Yeah, prime rib the way we do it, and the way you like it, Black Angus style.

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The Sierras are calling, and the relatives are gathering. There will be wood to split, fires to build, and great ants to hug. I can't wait to get there. The long way. Just me and my Cadillac Escalade.

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A common-sense breakfast from a time when common sense was common. Kellogg's Corn Flakes.

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Hill Science Diet Pet Foods are made with wholesome ingredients and precise nutrition to keep your pets healthy. That means more tail wags and more face licks. Right, Milo?

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Football is exciting. Watch the action unfold. NFL Sunday Ticket. Only from Direct TV.

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Okay, which trailer voice do you want?

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Play Keno for a chance to win up to $100,000 every four minutes.

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I've been growing corn down here in Texas for 23 years, growing it in every place but this one stubborn patch that was so tough I always half expected to see bleached cattle skulls and buzzards circling overhead.

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A card, it's the biggest little thing you can do at your Hallmark Gold Crown Store.

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Beer lovers like you know that for every occasion, you'll want a beer that's easy to drink so you can settle in with friends, like George Killian's Irish Red.

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Do you understand what you have in your hands? Grass seeds? Well, it's not just any seed, it's Scott's Turf Builder.

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Have you ever wondered why things go bump in the night? Meet the guys who explore the supernatural. I knew we'd get audio in D-Block, but also catching EVPs in the dungeon also makes sense. And all new Ghost Lab, Tuesday at 10, only on Discovery.

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Follow the men and women of law enforcement as they investigate crimes across the country. Cops Coast to Coast, next on TruTV.

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Through the creatures of the Ice Age, the only hope for survival was a cunning intellect. Kid, look! The last mammoth. What? The adventure continues. Ice Age II The Meltdown, next on FX.

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Next, some of the most high-profile government and military officials from seven countries gather to tell their personal experiences with UFOs and their reason for secrecy. I Know What I Saw, next on History International.

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A dangerous discovery in the city. Looks like this is the end of the road for her. And the beginning for us. Could be catastrophic. CSI New York, Wednesday at 9 on TNT.

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The time has come to journey back to Narnia. You may find Narnia a more savage place than you remember. Now, the fate of all lies in the destiny of one. The Chronicles of Narnia. Prince Caspian. Tonight at 8 on Starz.

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Punisher, this is Hunter Actual. Hunter 2-2 is moving to secure the SAM site at the southwest corner of the main deck.

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Atreya is dying. Our world bleeds aether continually through the grand abyss. And unless this bleed is controlled, all that we have worked for will be lost.

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Redstone says you're our man, so I'll trust ya. But I got my eye on ya. You veer off the plan one little bit, and I'll put a bullet through the back of ya head.

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Look, the Red Faction can use your help. If we don't drive these guys out, they'll take everything from us. They treat us like animals, and we're gonna die like animals if we don't fight back.

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Xenos forced down our Valkyrie, sir. Scattered us across the damn landscape. Third squad is down to six men. No survivors from second.

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I have no kin. No hold save Karak Kadrin. My name is Thagason the Disgraced. I am a slayer.