Over the next week or so we will be sharing some reader comments on the books of the series–certain of those will be full reviews, others just snippets from both men and women, but all of them insightful. We love (and are proud of) the great national reviews, blogger reviews and thoughts from pros in […] more to read »
Without turning around, Philippe responded…
Without turning around, Philippe responded, “My father imported a number of them from Spain.” Philippe didn’t catch the look Reuben and Johannes exchanged. His groping hand found what he was looking for and turning, he triumphantly held up a small sack of Arbuckle’s Coffee. “Amigos, you’re right in time for the best cup of café […] more to read »
Inside the lodge fire burned…
Inside the lodge fire burned brightly. He let the robe drop from his shoulders, tied the flap and turned to his wife. He was surprised to see her still lying under the tatanka robe. Walks with Moon flashed a wide smile. Her eyelids lowered and lips pursed seductively, she threw the robe back from herself, […] more to read »
Letter From a Reader!
Mr. Rosenthal, We met at a little cafe in Grand Junction on August 31st, which happened to be my birthday. I work in a library if that jogs your memory. You asked me to tell you my thoughts on your book. I waited with anticipation for your book Threads West to arrive. Once I started […] more to read »
Reuben stood lazily….
Reuben stood lazily, his Navy Colt in one hand, gunpowder smoke still rising several feet above the muzzle. One of the other men moved, and Rebecca heard the distinctive hammer-click of Johannes’ Sharps, which he had raised to his shoulder. Reuben’s jaw clenched. He grimly cocked the hammer of the Colt. “I don’t push, mister. […] more to read »