When Abby Chase takes her dog, PJ, for a hike on a remote Wyoming cattle ranch, PJ finds a human bone. With her life already in shambles, Abby convinces herself the bone belongs to an elk, until she sees a poster about a hunter missing for the past year. Abby returns to the woods to take a picture of the bone, beginning a string of events that place her and PJ in increasing danger. A killer and a poacher are stalking the ranch, and when trouble finds her, Abby must face her fears or leave the ranch.
Abby wants to be a metalsmith like her aunt, but if she doesn’t find a place to live soon, she and PJ, will be living out of her car. The divorce her husband insisted on is almost final, and her part-time waitressing job isn’t working out. Then PJ finds the bone, and Abby becomes embroiled in the investigation.
A young woman with no one to turn to, she must form friendships with the cowboys and waitresses who work on the ranch, including one who is jealous of Abby's time spent with the handsome wrangler. While cooking with antique cast iron and working on her jewelry projects, Abby does her best to solve the crimes and keep PJ and herself safe.
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About the Author
Christy Meadows has a lifelong love of nature and has spent almost every day of her life walking in the woods, fields, and mountains with her dogs. She has trekked in rain, sun, fog and snow, including the bitter cold of Alaska. While in Alaska she went skijoring and sledding with her huskies. Her dogs have alerted her to moose hiding in the brush and the possibility of bears sharing nearby blueberry bushes. In Wyoming, where she lives with her husband, her dogs have warned her away from snakes and mountain lions. Her love of jewelry making and dogs inspired this book. In her spare time she paints watercolor landscapes, animal portraits, plays with metal, often making earrings or necklaces with a nature theme and dreams up mysteries. While writing, her cow-dog Saratoga keeps Christy company and sleeps on her dog bed dreaming of running through the prairie grass chasing after her ball.