Shifting Calder Wind (Calder Series #7)by Janet Dailey
The only place Chase can
Chase Calder has no recollection of who he is, why he came to Fort Worth. . .or who tried to put a bullet in his head the night that a cowboy named Laredo Smith saved his life. Laredo recognizes him as the owner of Montana's Triple C Ranch--but according to the local papers, Chase has just been declared dead, the victim of a fiery car crash.
The only place Chase can find answers is at the Triple C. . .and the only person he can trust is his level-headed daughter-in-law, Jessy Calder. Helping Chase brings Jessy into conflict with headstrong Cat Calder, and into an uneasy alliance with the mysterious and seductive Laredo. And when another family member is found murdered on Calder soil, Chase resolves to come out of hiding and track down a ruthless killer. . .before the killer finds him first. . .
"Dailey's latest romantic suspense, with all its secrets, intrigue, and machinations, especially Laredo's Remington Steele-type background, will continue to please." --Booklist
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Shifting Calder Wind
By Janet Dailey
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Chapter OneA blackness roared around him. He struggled to surface from it, somehow knowing that if he didn't, he would die. Sounds reached him as if coming from a great distance-a shout, the scrape of shoes on pavement, the metallic slam of a car door and the sharp clap of a gunshot.
Someone was trying to kill him.
He had to get out of there. The instant he tried to move the blackness swept over him with dizzying force. He heard the revving rumble of a car engine starting up. Unable to rise, he rolled away from the sound as spinning tires burned rubber and another shot rang out.
Lights flashed in a bright glare. There was danger in them, he knew. He had to reach the shadows. Fighting the weakness that swam through his limbs, he crawled away from the light.
He felt dirt beneath his hand and dug his fingers into it. His strength sapped, he lay there a moment, trying to orient himself, and to determine the location of the man trying to kill him. But the searing pain in his head made it hard to think logically. He reached up and felt the warm wetness on his face. That's when he knew he had been shot. Briefly his fingers touched the deep crease the bullet had ripped along the side of his head. Pain instantly washed over him in black waves.
Aware that he could lose consciousness at any second, either from the head wound or the blood loss, he summoned the last vestiges of his strength and threw himself deeper into the darkness. With blood blurring his vision, he made out the shadowy outlines of a post and railing. It looked to be a corral of some sort. He pushed himself toward it, wanting any kind of barrier, no matter how flimsy, between himself and his pursuer.
There was a whisper of movement just to his left. Alarm shot through him, but he couldn't seem to make his muscles react. He was too damned weak. He knew it even as he listed sideways and saw the low-crouching man in a cowboy hat with a pistol in his hand.
Instead of shooting, the cowboy grabbed for him with his free arm. "Come on. Let's get outa here, old man," the cowboy whispered with urgency. "He's up on the catwalk working himself into a better position."
He latched onto the cowboy's arm and staggered drunkenly to his feet, his mind still trying to wrap itself around that phrase "old man." Leaning heavily on his rescuer, he stumbled forward, battling the woodenness of his legs.
After an eternity of seconds, the cowboy pushed him into the cab of a pickup and closed the door. He sagged against the seat and closed his eyes, unable to summon another ounce of strength. Dimly he was aware of the cowboy slipping behind the wheel and the engine starting up. It was followed by the vibrations of movement.
Through slitted eyes, he glanced in the side mirror but saw nothing to indicate they were being followed. They were out of danger now. Unbidden came the warning that it was only temporary; whoever had tried to kill him would try again.
Who had it been? And why? He searched for the answers and failed to come up with any.
Thinking required too much effort. Choosing to conserve the Shifting Calder Wind remnants of his strength, he glanced out the window at the unfamiliar buildings that flanked the street.
"Where are we?" His voice had a throaty rasp to it.
"According to the signs, there should be a hospital somewhere ahead of us," the cowboy replied. "I'll drop you off close to the emergency entrance."
"No." It was a purely instinctual reply.
"Mister, that head wound needs tending. You've lost a bunch of blood-"
"No." He started to shake his head in emphasis, but at the first movement, the world started spinning. The pickup's speed slowed perceptibly. "Don't tell me you're wanted by the law?" The cowboy turned a sharp, speculating glance on him.
Was he? For the second time, he came up against a wall of blankness. It was another answer he didn't know, so he avoided the question.
"He's bound to know I was hit, so he'll expect me to get medical attention. The nearest hospital will be the first place he would check."
"You're probably right about that," the cowboy agreed. "So where do you want to go?"
Where? Where? Where? The question hammered at him. But it was impossible to answer because he didn't know what the hell town they were in. That discovery brought a wave of panic, one that intensified when he realized he didn't know his own name.
He clamped down tightly on the panic and said, "I don't know yet. Let me think."
He closed his eyes and strained to dredge up some scrap of a memory. But he was empty of any. Who was he? What was he? Where was he? Every question bounced around in the void. His head pounded anew. He felt himself slipping deeper into the blackness and lacked the strength to fight against it.
He simultaneously became conscious of a bright light pressing against his eyes and the chirping of a bird. Groggily he opened his eyes and saw filtered sunlight coming through the curtained window. It was daylight, and his last conscious memory had been of riding in a truck through night-darkened streets.
Instantly alert, he shot a searching glance around the room. The curtains at the window and the rose-patterned paper on the walls confirmed what his nose had already told him he wasn't in a hospital. He was in a bedroom, one that was strange to him.
His glance stopped on the cowboy slumped in an old wicker rocking chair in the corner, his hat tipped over the top of his face, his chest rising and falling in an even rhythm. Surmising the man was his rescuer from the night before, he studied the cleanly chiseled line of the man's jaw and the nut brown color of his hair, details he hadn't noticed during the previous night's darkness and confusion. The man's yoked-front shirt looked new, but the jeans and the boots both showed signs of wear.
He threw back the bedcovers and started to rise. Pain slammed him back onto the pillow and ripped a groan from him. In a reflexive action, he lifted a hand to his head and felt the gauze strips that swaddled it.
In a flash the cowboy rolled to his feet and crossed to the bed. "Just lay back and be still. You won't be going anywhere for a while, old man."
He bristled in response. "That's the second time you've called me an old man."
After a pulse beat of silence, the cowboy replied in droll apology, "I didn't mean any offense by it, but you aren't exactly a young fella."
Unable to recall who he was, let alone how old he was, he grunted a nonanswer. "Where am I, anyway? Your place?"
"It belongs to some kinfolk on my mother's side," the cowboy answered.
He studied the cowboy's blue eyes and easy smile. There was a trace of boyish good looks behind the stubble of a night's beard Shifting Calder Wind growth and the sun-hardened features. A visual search found no sign of the pistol the cowboy had been carrying last night.
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Meet the Author
After her first romance novel was published in 1976, Janet Dailey (1944-2013) went on to write over 100 more romance novels, with 300 million copies of her books sold in 98 countries. She was the author of the Americana series, where each book was set in one of the 50 states, the Calder series, and the Bannon Brothers series, along with many stand-alone novels. Her book, Foxfire Light, was turned into a moving starring Leslie Nielsen and Tippi Hedren.
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Near the deserted stockyards of Fort Worth, Laredo saves the ¿old¿ man¿s life when he made noises which forces the assassin to leave the area before insuring the killer completed the job. Laredo takes the injured individual away from the crime scene, but the man with no memory insists he won¿t go to a hospital for fear his unknown foe will return. Obliging the amnesiac, Laredo takes him to a small spread owned by someone close to him, Hattie, a former nurse. The next day, Laredo learns that Montana rancher Chase Calder reportedly died in a fiery car crash. However, Laredo soon realizes that Chase is alive though not quite well and is with Hattie. Two years ago someone murdered his son and now with the attempt on his own life, Chase decides the best chance of identifying his wannabe killer is to remain dead for a while. With Laredo¿s help he returns to Montana where they enlist his widowed daughter-in-law Jessy to help them keep the secret even from beloved kin like his daughter until the scoundrel is found as the less who know the better the chances of success. The latest Calder tale is an exciting suspense thriller that fans of the series will enjoy. The story line is loaded with action from the moment Laredo saves Chase¿s life. Though the villain seems strange, readers will appreciate this entry especially the ¿Cat¿ wars against Jessy and several blossoming relationships. Janet Dailey has provided another fine story that her audience will enjoy. Harriet Klausner
I thought this book wasn't as good as the other Calder books. Its a little disappointing and its hard to get into compared to the other books in the series. I love the Calder series, but this book doesn't have the same feel as all the other ones.