Calico

by Dorien Grey

Overview

It seemed like a simple job—guide Josh and Sarah to Bow Ridge to live with their aunt until they reached their 18th birthday. It was what their aunt Rebecca wanted, and the best choice Calico Ramsey thought he could make.But someone wants them dead, which makes no sense to Calico. Neither do the feelings aroused by the nearness of the handsome young man from Chicago—feelings that seem to be returned.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781945447198
Publisher:	Histria Fiction
Publication date:	08/18/2017
Sold by:	INDEPENDENT PUB GROUP - EPUB - EBKS
Format:	eBook
Pages:	237
File size:	469 KB

About the Author

Dorien Grey is the pen-name and alter ego of a former book and magazine editor now living in a remote and time-warped area of the upper mid-west. While working for a large publishing house in Los Angeles, Dorien was instrumental in establishing a division exclusively for the publication of gay paperbacks and magazines, of which he became editor. He moved on to edit a leading L.A.-based international gay men's magazine. Dorien left Los Angeles for the mid-west to pursue his dream of opening a bed and breakfast and starting a literary service to work with writers through the mail. ("Beware of your dreams," he cautions.) He currently devotes his energies to writing, and has more novels and poetry in the works.

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Dan kept his eyes on the trail ahead, sitting ramrod-straight in the saddle, reins loose in his hand. It was as though he were talking to the soft breeze that carried his words to Calico, who rode slightly behind him. "I know we ain't never talked much about it--don't seem men have t' say a lot when they understand each other's well as you an' me--but I want you to know I meant what I said. These kids may be my blood kin, but you're the closest thing I got to real family. I just didn't want you to think their comin' would make a difference far as you an' me's concerned."

Calico spurred Dusty gently until they were riding side-by-side.

"Hell, Uncle Dan, ya think I'd mind whatever ya did? Ya don't owe me nothin'. It's me that owes you. You're the one saved my hide when my folks was killed, an' took me in an' looked after me all these years. Where'd I'd o' been without ya?"

For the first time, Dan turned his head to look him straight in the eye.

"You know, boy--" he began

The shot was like a whipcrack through the quiet air.