Originally published: New York: St. Martin's Press, 1993.
This is a down-to-earth piece of historical fiction about a young woman and the three men that want her. Occurring in the 1920s, it is the story of nineteen-year old orphan Hallie Meredith trying to make ends meet while taking care of her younger half-brother Jackie. Eventually, she is hired on t...
THEY FOUGHT TO SAVE A HARD-WON LOVE --- AND THE PRICELESS LAND THAT WOULD SHELTER IT!Spirited Tracy Benoit was summoned back to Arizona by Patrick, dying patriarch of the Rancho del Socorro, Arizona ... where the mesquite traced the majestic timbered rise of the Santa Rita mountains, and the fres...
Towering red cliffs and mountains on either side were softened by huge trees, some of which were black walnuts that had dropped their nuts which lay darkening on the ground. White-trunked sycamore and silvery gray cottonwoods were losing their yellow or browning leaves among red-leafed maples and...
A plow would never work here. “After the proper prayers and offerings,” Zane said, “a man takes pointed stick and makes holes wherever he can. A field uses up its fertility in three years, so the work of cutting a new field is done in one’s spare time and the burning of the dried wood takes place...
She could refuse him now, but could she all winter long as life here became more and more the reality, Zach and her past the dream? One day as she was working on her dress, Grouchy looked up from sewing cone-shaped tinklers on Pretty Eyes’s tunic, which had been rubbed yellow to represent sacred ...
There were prizes, races, and free food, but only two hundred and twenty-five people attended. On July 11 sixty-seven IWWs were rounded up and shipped out of Jerome in cattle cars. With water but no food, they were turned loose at Jerome Junction, twenty-seven miles away, and warned not to come b...
“I’m Mary O’Rourke. Thanks for the rescue.” “I didn’t do much.” Mary shook her head, bouncing the thick single plait of black hair that hung down her back. “If you hadn’t stopped, I’d probably be dead by now. There was no way I was going to let the bastard get what he wanted while I could wiggle ...
We still rested in the heat of the day, but we also slept at night, relaxing the grueling pace of the first days. Most of our day stops were spent along the beach and each brought the waves’ bounty. It seemed to me we ate scores of kinds of fish, broiled over coals till they were crisp and golden...
This was a place for the children to play while their mothers visited, and here Deborah met the wife of Elder Goerz, a dour woman who regarded Ansjie with suspicion and seemed to feel that Deborah, too, was a sort to bear watching. “She thinks everyone’s after that hulking son of hers,” Ansjie wh...