Roughstock (A Gail McCarthy Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
Populated largely by university students, professors, alumni, and employees, I assumed. No doubt the developments were a boon to construction contractors, real estate agents, and local merchants, but they were not an asset to the scenery. Slowly but surely the ugly new tract houses and condos were creeping over the ground, encroaching on the open land to the north of Santa Cruz, pushing the city's boundaries ever outward. It wasn't two minutes after I passed the last stoplight on Mission Street that I turned into the entrance to the Hollister Ranch. The ranch looked peacefully secluded, there in its hollow by the sea, but the nearest tract was less than a mile away. I wondered how long it would be before the old place was finally gobbled up. I parked my truck in the barnyard and got out. The big buckskin horse Bronc usually rode was tied to the hitching rail, and Bronc himself emerged from the largest barn and came walking in my direction, his arms held wide. I smiled at the sight of him.
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