When ex-gunman Trace Belden decides to buy some cattle and settle down on his own Texas spread, he gets more than he's bargained for-and not in a good way. An ongoing confrontation with Cord Bishop, a man he once thought of as his best friend, taints every minute of the trail-drive back to the Belden ranch-with the loss of several prize Hereford cows and a violent ambush of Trace's crew.
Though Bishop believes he holds all the cards-Trace's beautiful ex-wife and son-he soon learns that Trace won't lie down; even if it means never seeing his son again. Trace is determined to protect his own-the herd, his men, his little brother, and a young boy who has run away to join the Belden crew.
As disaster strikes again and again, Trace realizes that the vendetta with Bishop can only result in tragedy and loss-and he vows not to lose either of the young boys who mean so much to him. But when Trace's younger brother, Lonny, begins to carry a gun, he knows he has to rein the wild youngster in before someone gets killed-if it's not already too late.
It's a long way back, with death and dreams awaiting the Beldens as they head home- BOUND FOR TEXAS...
About the Author
In my case, it was pretty easy. I was a tomboy. I fished, I hiked; I explored acres of open fields, carrying my own Red Ryder BB Gun. My real playground was the stockyards. It was a wonderful world. Horses, cattle; real cowboys who tended the livestock and who allowed me and my best friend-within reason-free run of the barns and the corrals.
And so began a life-long love affair with all things cowboy. History, fiction; great movies without computer enhanced special effects; in other words, open country.
Years later, when I was working as a subcontractor for the Bureau of Indian Affairs, I had the opportunity to rekindle that love. There was nothing better than a weekend on horseback riding through places like Monument Valley, the hill country in Texas, the deserts in Arizona, the vastness of the Sioux reservation; or the same country where Billy the Kid rode, and ultimately died.
I don't write history. I write western fiction; what could have been. Stories of strong men and women who survived the best and the worst the West had to offer.
All in all; it has been a great life. Especially with four kids tossed into the mix. Every day is a gift, and a surprise.
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