In 1928, with the Great Depression just ahead and horse-drawn buggies and Model Ts sharing the road, a baby boy was about to begin his struggle on the rough road of life. This is a time capsule of his life in the rural Midwest. Sprinkled with history and local color, it is a story uniquely defined by the automobiles that captured one man's attention-as he drove them and they drove him-through every chapter of his life. He was a little boy who loved anything with wheels, who would grow up to become a state highway mechanic. Every milestone of his journey was centered around some sort of...

His jaw muscle proving the steel that lay within ready for action, Rivers asked, "Cowboy, did you happen to ask Montana if it was all right to ride him? He gets a mite ornery when someone tries to ride him but me.'' A slight grin tugged at his lips. "It's true. I haven't see him kill anyone yet." Rivers shook his head slightly as if dreading the sight it would be. "Cowboy, I'd sure hate to see you be the first one." Rivers' hand hovered inches from his forty-five as if he expected the man to make trouble. "I ain't the bossy type. I'm just saying-I wouldn't take a chance on riding Montana if I...

Beth looked at Rivers and scolded, "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, getting in a fight and getting your pretty self all messed up. I declare, you need a keeper to look out for you " Without taking a deep breath, she hurried on. "Your shirt is ruined-and it's my favorite one too. Shame on you. Is this any way to celebrate my birthday?"' Rivers rubbed his chin, which was smarting a-plenty. "You know, Beth, I really didn't start this ruckus. It's really all your fault, you know." "My fault " she fired back. "My fault And just how do you figure that?" Rivers was having trouble concealing...

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...