With rough miners for shipmates, Elizabeth Breckenridge sets sail to search for her brother in Alaska, wild with the 1890s gold rush. When she falls overboard midjourney, she is rescued by a man very unlike her minister brother--Clint Brady, a cynical bounty hunter who shoots to kill. Together, t...
Jeremy sat nearby, studying a painted wooden train he’d taken down from the mantel on which a number of scale-model trains were perched, some of wood, some of pewter, some of brass—all intricately designed and suitable for Sir Tynes’s fascinating collection, a “frivolous but fun” hobby, as he put...
Today is much the same. Jeff scribbled the note as fast as possible in his own form of shorthand. He’d grown used to writing while walking, and Jake had insisted on walking the several blocks to the courthouse. The whole family was enjoying the chance to get out in fresh a...
The boy groaned slightly, and Zeke’s fingers dug into the earth, where he lay face down praying for his son. “Zeke, it has to be done,” Abbie told him again. “Just like it had to be done when I nearly died from the arrow wound.” “I can’t,” he moaned...
Everything hurt, and she curled up against the ugliness of what the two men who lay on either side of her had done to her over the past six days. Morning sickness engulfed her, made worse by the smell of perspiration and men’s filth. She sat up and deliberately leaned over...
She was certain that Dawson Clements had placed her wagon toward the end of the wagon train today so that the muddy places in the trail would be churned up the worst by the time she reached them, making her job harder.After waiting a full day after the rain, everyone voted to get going so they co...
He smiled with satisfaction at the memory of what he’d enjoyed last night with the young Andrea Tate. The girl rubbed at her eyes in groggy confusion, then blinked as she looked at Alan. “What happened?” she asked. “I feel terrible, and I hurt.” “Yo...
The banner that hung across it read COWBOY AND INDIAN FESTIVAL. Tables with food on them were set up all along the boardwalks, some with wares for sale, and just as the train passed that street he could see horses and riders dashing along a cross street, apparently in a race. &n...
The dream became a mixture of memories and horror. He was lying flat on the ground, and hundreds of Pawnee warriors were riding down on him. The hooves of their horses made his body tumble, and after rolling over several times he thought he heard LeeAnn screaming his name. He got to his feet, sea...
How could either of them sleep with the terrible premonition that this was their last night together, after all the years, all the loving, all the hardships, all the sharing and sacrificing? How could he make love to her enough? How did a man say good-bye to such a woman? He had never been able t...
He picked up another five-dollar bill and added it to the pot at the center of the table for the next game. “I don’t like this paper money,” he grumbled. “A man don’t hardly see gold or silver coins ever since the war.” “Banks got ’em,” Juan Hidalgo answered, a hinting smi...
They fed her nothing, and gave her only trickles of water to drink. Nausea, partly caused by the hard blow she had sustained and partly by her fright, continued to move over her in ugly waves. She knew that if Zeke did not happen to get to her in time, she was headed for rape and things worse tha...