Johannes rode up to him, smoothly slipping his Sharps .52 Caliber Carbine into a cradled position in one arm. “Are you coming in tonight?” “No, Reuben. As Zeb would say, this suits me just fine.” Bente and Lahn were standing side-by-side, their noses pointed at the Rockies, a looming, forbidding mass of jagged dark silhouettes […] more to read »
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 »
Sarah stood on the rough ground of a small rise, surveying the circle of prairie schooners and Conestogas that lay fifty feet east of her. Their once bright, canvas tops were muted and streaked with the rigors of a thousand miles of weather, river crossings, sun and dust. Many had bullet holes or patches where […] more to read »
You may have noticed the release date for Book Three has been moved back six days to December 23. It may be moved back a few days one more time–HOWEVER, Book Three, Uncompahgre-where water turns rock red, is indeed on its way… Book Three has been a bear for many reasons. And in truth, part […] more to read »
Israel led the old, gray, stocky mule deeper into the shade of the leafing cottonwoods along the creek they had been following southwest. Sunlight, warm with the coming summer, seeped through the alleys in the trees, its bright rays dissipated by unfurling leaves and muted by the dark, course bark of the riparian forest. He […] more to read »