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 »
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 »
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 »
Zeb held his eyes. “I ain’t never lied to you, and I never will. But I didn’t tell ya everything back there in St. Louis when you asked me to guide you…” Zeb cleared his throat. “Oh?” “I’m a mite more than a little familiar with that country you’re headed to. My trapping cabins are […] more to read »