The store owner had long since re-entered the room to see what the commotion was about. "Heavenly days " he gasped at seeing the mess. Then his eyes fell upon Molly still on the floor and he hastened to help her up. "Miss O'Brian Are you hurt badly? Here Let me help you " His eyes once again swept the room that only minutes before had been a showcase of his pride as a storekeeper. He shook his head in despair. It now looked like the battle of Gettysburg had taken its last stand here. "I'm all right," Molly gasped weakly. But indeed she wasn't. She'd taken spills from bucking horses, wrangled...

Stoney had no more then reached the street when a beefy hand grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him roughly about. "This is just a reminder for you to keep your distance from Alissa," Stark snarled as he landed a balled fist into Stoney's jaw, sending him stumbling backwards along the boardwalk. He landed hard against the side of the building, losing his balance and sliding down its wooden surface. Regaining his footing slowly, Stoney looked straight into the blazing black eyes of his assailant. Rubbing his jaw carefully with a gloved hand, he spoke. "I surely wish you hadn't done that,...

A citified boy from Three Forks, Montana turns from a wanna-be cowboy into a a full-fledged one as River Rivers deals with the trials of life in RIVERS' MIRACLES. Beginning with THE CHRISTMAS STAR, Rivers' story continues with A MAN CALLED RIVERS and winds down in RIVERS' MIRACLES. Several have asked what the baby would be from A MAN CALLED RIVERS. The answer is in this offering, along with some fighting and blood-spilling, a different twist on bank robbery and cattle-rustling at the Double R Ranch, and an ambush from the cover of the Bitterroot Mountains. In this book, Rivers continues to...

I'd much rather write fiction than to go back over eighty plus years looking for something worth putting down on paper about myself. After I started writing, I found my own life before marriage pretty dull and my personal want was to simply quit. But there were a couple of people who keep telling me I needed to do this, that it would give the generations coming along behind me a glimpse of what life-not just mine, but my generation-was like in the thirties and forties, the years which gilded my eighteen years of childhood So here goes-a few pages of my childhood memories as best I can...