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 »
He obliged, lowering his lips…
He obliged, lowering his lips and kissing the top of her head. Her arms tightened and he began to repeat the gesture, but she raised her head and intercepted his kiss with her own—just a brush of parted lips at first, then an increased pressure tinged with passion. She was standing just inches away, her […] more to read »
Walks with Moon stretched…
Walks with Moon stretched under the buffalo robe, lingering in that state of sleep just before waking, reaching one delicate bronze hand down to rest on the rounding of her belly, while extending the other to touch Eagle Talon. Her eyes bolted open when fingertips failed to find his warmth and she realized he was […] more to read »
Johannes rode up to him…
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 »
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 »