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Griffintown
by Marie Hélène PoitrasLoaded with grit, heart, murder, and desire, Griffintown harnesses the style of a Spaghetti Western to tell the exhilarating story of the calèche drivers of Old Montreal, the city’s urban cowboys. It s a novel ulike any other — a story of sorrow and renewal, of unexpected moments of grace. The sun rises on Griffintown after the months of snow under which the city of Montreal has been dormant. It is the dawn of the season of survival. Men and horses return to the stable. Winter has taken some of their number. Fewer are coming back. Some men, like John, pick up the reins like a bad habit. For others, past lives trail behind them, and Griffintown is their last chance. Marie comes looking for a job that will bring her closer to the horses she loves. She is not aware of the lives of desperation led by man and horse, nothing like the romantic ideal she has of them.
Blowing on Dandelions
by Miralee FerrellDo Dandelion Wishes Actually Come True? Katherine Galloway knew this moment of calm wouldn't last, blown away like the dandelion seeds she scattered as a girl. In 1880, three years after her husband's death, she struggles to run an Oregon boardinghouse and raise two girls alone. Things don't get easier when her critical, domineering mother moves in. Katherine must make the situation work, but standing up for herself and her family while honoring her mother isn't easy. And with a daughter entering the teenage years, the pressure on Katherine becomes close to overwhelming. Then she crosses paths with Micah Jacobs, a widower who could reignite her heart, but she fears a relationship with him might send things over the edge. She must find the strength, wisdom, hope, and faith to remake her life, for everything is about to change.
Dreaming on Daisies: A Novel (Love Blossoms in Oregon Series #3)
by Miralee FerrellWhen her father's debts, brought on by heavy drinking, threaten Leah Carlson's family ranch, she fights to save it. When handsome banker Steven Harding must decline her loan request, he determines to do what he can to help. Just as he arrives to serve as a much-needed ranch hand, Leah's family secrets--and the pain of her past--come to a head. They could destroy everything she's fought for. And they could keep her from ever opening her heart again.This is western historical romance that offers hope and healing to the deepest wounds in a woman's past.
The Love Blossoms in Oregon Series
by Miralee FerrellThree heartwarming historical western romances!If you enjoy fiction with a message as well as a strong storyline, you'll cherish The Love Blossoms in Oregon series. These stories will strengthen your faith as you're immersed in a small 1880s Oregon town when values were strong and lives were simpler. This digital bundle contains: Blowing on Dandelions: In 1880, three years after her husband's death, Katherine Galloway struggles to run an Oregon boardinghouse and raise two girls alone. Things don't get easier when her critical, domineering mother moves in. Katherine must make the situation work, but standing up for herself and her family while honoring her mother isn't easy. Then she crosses paths with Micah Jacobs, a widower who could reignite her heart, but she fears a relationship with him might send things over the edge. She must find the strength, wisdom, hope, and faith to remake her life, for everything is about to change.Wishing on Buttercups: Some things, Beth Roberts knows, a lady simply doesn't share, even in the 1880's West. The townspeople would never understand. No one ever has. Jeffery Tucker, a handsome young writer, has kept his own secrets. He doesn't have a right to pry into Beth's affairs but finds himself strangely drawn to her and intrigued by the whiff of mystery surrounding her. Beth knows that one day someone will unravel the threads of her past. And when two men from her past arrive, the truth might just hurt . . . Beth's future and her heart. As shadowy memories surface, Beth sketches the scenes she sees and is shocked by what--and who--her illustrations reveal. Dare she risk her heart again?Dreaming on Daisies: When her father's debts, brought on by heavy drinking, threaten Leah Carlson's family ranch, she fights to save it. When handsome banker Steven Harding must decline her loan request, he determines to do what he can to help. Just as he arrives to serve as a much-needed ranch hand, Leah's family secrets--and the pain of her past--come to a head. They could destroy everything she's fought for. And they could keep her from ever opening her heart again. This is western historical romance that offers hope and healing to the deepest wounds in a woman's past.
When Mountains Move
by Julie CantrellIt is the spring of 1943. With a wedding and a cross-country move, Millie's world is about to change forever. If only her past could change with it. Soon after the break of day, Bump will become Millie's husband. And then, if all goes as planned, they will leave the rain-soaked fields of Mississippi and head for the wilds of the Colorado Rockies. As Millie tries to forget a dark secret, she hasn't yet realized how drastically those past experiences will impact the coming days. For most of Millie's life, being free felt about as unlikely as the mountains moving. But she's about to discover that sometimes in life, we are given second chances, and that the only thing bigger than her past ... is her future.
Wishing on Buttercups
by Miralee FerrellCan Love Survive When Secrets Collide? She'd kept her secrets safely hidden--those from her past, and those in the present. Some things, Beth Roberts knows, a lady simply doesn't share, even in the 1880's West. The townspeople would never understand. No one ever has. Jeffery Tucker, a handsome young writer, has kept his own secrets. He doesn't have a right to pry into Beth's affairs but finds himself strangely drawn to her and intrigued by the whiff of mystery surrounding her. Beth knows that one day someone will unravel the threads of her past. And when two men from her past arrive, the truth might just hurt . . . Beth's future and her heart. As shadowy memories surface, Beth sketches the scenes she sees and is shocked by what--and who--her illustrations reveal. Dare she risk her heart again?
The Crux: Introduction By Dana Seitler
by Dana SeitlerLong out of print, Charlotte Perkins Gilman's novel The Crux is an important early feminist work that brings to the fore complicated issues of gender, citizenship, eugenics, and frontier nationalism. First published serially in the feminist journal The Forerunner in 1910, The Crux tells the story of a group of New England women who move west to start a boardinghouse for men in Colorado. The innocent central character, Vivian Lane, falls in love with Morton Elder, who has both gonorrhea and syphilis. The concern of the novel is not so much that Vivian will catch syphilis, but that, if she were to marry and have children with Morton, she would harm the "national stock. " The novel was written, in Gilman's words, as a "story . . . for young women to read . . . in order that they may protect themselves and their children to come. " What was to be protected was the civic imperative to produce "pureblooded" citizens for a utopian ideal. Dana Seitler's introduction provides historical context, revealing The Crux as an allegory for social and political anxieties--including the rampant insecurities over contagion and disease--in the United States at the beginning of the twentieth century. Seitler highlights the importance of The Crux to understandings of Gilman's body of work specifically and early feminism more generally. She shows how the novel complicates critical history by illustrating the biological argument undergirding Gilman's feminism. Indeed, The Crux demonstrates how popular conceptions of eugenic science were attractive to feminist authors and intellectuals because they suggested that ideologies of national progress and U. S. expansionism depended as much on women and motherhood as on masculine contest.
Ambush on the Mesa
by Gordon D. ShirreffsA regiment was needed but they sent only one man, Hugh Kinzie, scout for the United States Army. Hugh saddled his dun and rode west. He found the party of men and women ambushed by Red Sleeves, the maniacal chief who hated the white man more than he feared death itself. Hugh counted on one thing to get them out—his old, battered, still-deadly rifle.
Buchanan on the Prod
by Jonas WardMalvaise narrowed his eyes. “So you think you’re the man to take on the job of getting rid of me and my boys, do you?” he said to Buchanan. “I never saw a fast gun yet that didn’t meet up with a faster one.” “Amen, brother,” Buchanan agreed. “And you know what you’re bucking here in Pasco County, don’t you?” “Me,” Buchanan said, “I ain’t bucking nobody.” “Then ride out fast,” Malvaise told him. “Ride now!” But Buchanan didn’t like being told what to do. Not in that tone of voice. Buchanan stayed. Until the last bloody patch of desert had dried.
Buchanan Says No
by Jonas WardBella was quite a town, a free-wheeling, lusty young hell, the kind of town Tom Buchanan pleasured in. But then it turned ugly and made the mistake of angering Buchanan—and when the smoke cleared away there was nothing much left but wholesale mourning.
Buchanan's Revenge
by Jonas WardThey said in Texas that Tom Buchanan ate wildcat for breakfast and that he was slow to anger—like a rattler dozing in the desert sun. But now every saloon and dance hall had heard the news: Buchanan was cleaning his guns. The genial giant of a man had sworn to kill the outlaws who had shot his best friend in the back. Old timers shook their heads. It wasn’t going to be a fair fight, they said. The odds were only three to one.
Bullets on Bunchgrass
by Louis TrimbleCarr Lindon was one of five ranchers whose lands surrounded the prize bunchgrass that made up the big Government graze in the center of the valley. Pat Tyler, Lindon’s closest fried and neighbor, was another. All made use of the lush bunchgrass and, together, enjoyed prosperity and peace … until the day Tyler was accused of rustling stock. The only answer Carr could get from Pat was that he should watch out for Neil Griff, a newcomer to the valley. When Carr went to Sheriff Sim Nash to enlist his help in reasoning with Pat, he was curtly turned down. To prevent the other ranchers from hanging his best friend, Lindon was compelled to take the law into his own hands …
Dead Warrior
by John Myers Myers"I tell you what I'll do," he said. "The stage won't be no good to me until Powder Keg amounts to somethin' . . . I'll bet a coach and team against what's on the table, draw and show down."His offer was a sufficient warning of his strength. However, I still liked my aces. A pair of them pack a lot of power in a two-handed game, and I had the feeling that my luck had not run out . . .I counted my aces as casually as pounding pulses would permit. "Can you beat 'em?"His face showed me he could not . . . "How about loanin' me your pony?"
Dead Warrior
by John Myers Myers"I tell you what I'll do," he said. "The stage won't be no good to me until Powder Keg amounts to somethin' . . . I'll bet a coach and team against what's on the table, draw and show down."His offer was a sufficient warning of his strength. However, I still liked my aces. A pair of them pack a lot of power in a two-handed game, and I had the feeling that my luck had not run out . . .I counted my aces as casually as pounding pulses would permit. "Can you beat 'em?"His face showed me he could not . . . "How about loanin' me your pony?"
The Death Riders
by Jackson ColeHell was bustin' loose in Texas! For months the range country had smoldered with hate. Ranches had been set afire, cows rustled, blood spilled. And no-one knew the identity of the night-raiding killers. No one knew because they had no faces...only grinning skull bones where human flesh should be. Into this fear-crazed land came Texas Ranger Jim Hatfield, ignoring the murderous warning that the Death Riders handed him. There was a moment of terrible calm while the forces of violence gathered. The like an erupting volcano, trouble exploded. Gun trouble-shooting trouble-killing trouble!
The Death Riders
by Jackson ColeIt was rough country . . . killer country. And Texas Ranger Jim Hatfield was the number one target! As Hatfield stared across the canyon a bullet whizzed by his head. Suddenly a tongue of flame wavered in front of him, and the growth ahead flared up into a raging wall of fire. Hatfield bent low in the saddle, His voice rang out. "Trail, Goldy! Trail!" With a scream of terror, the great sorrel plunged into the curtain of flame . . .
Desert of the Damned
by Nelson NyeHe was in a tight spot. He knew he couldn’t stand off the Law and Breen, too. The Law was after him for the murder of a marshal—a murder he didn’t commit. Breen was after him for revenge—and Breen wouldn’t stop at anything … blackmail, a frame-up … or murder. He was desperate now and vowed to find a way out—or make one.
The False Rider
by Max BrandA gun cracked! The lantern in the deserted mine was smashed to bits. Then Jim Silver's great voice boomed through the darkness, "Barry Christian, I've come for you!" Christian screamed, not like a man but like a tortured woman. He was sick with fear. Somewhere in the blackness his worst enemy--a deadly enemy--was moving closer ... closer ... Christian took out his knife and held it in front of him. Then suddenly a fist boomed against his jaw!
Gun-Runners
by Jackson ColeThe Slash K punchers slept soundly beside the chuck wagon. Suddenly--"lightning" flashed, "thunder" rolled and shrieking "rain" spattered the sleeping camp. But the lighting was the spurting flame from unseen rifles, the thunder was the crash of shots and the rain was a leaden rain of death! Again and again, the ruthless Mexican bandit, Pedro Cartina, and his raiders swooped won onto Lone Star soil and left a wake of robbery, arson and murder, until the Rio ran red with blood. Outnumbered 100 to 1, and with time running out on the men on the side of the law, Ranger Jim Hatfield plunged into savage pursuit of the border killers, to pit his guns and fists against the cruelest foe in Texas!
Gunsmoke Justice
by Louis TrimbleThere was room enough in the valley, but Ike Quarles didn't think so. Now he and his hired killers had served notice on Brad--drift or die! "I'm about through drifting," Brad said slowly. "I was thinking about taking up a homestead. " Then he was silent, watching them sit their horses, waiting for the abrupt twitch of a hand--the sudden, lunging move that would explode this whole valley into murderous, bullet-screaming range war!
He Rode Alone
by Steve FrazeeAs a boy he had a look of gaunt horror about him.As a man he had the cold look of the eternal searcher.The boy walked out of the wilderness in the late summer of 1855, carrying the sun-blackened remains of a jack rabbit he had been eating on for two days. He had been alone in there for ten days.Behind him he had left three graves. With him always was the memory of a family named Snelling, that he would one day hunt down and destroy - slowly, terribly.The boy became a man, bleak-eyed and dangerous, a man named Ed Cushman who rode, always alone, carrying only the grim comfort of a black memory. Searching, always searching.Murder lay at the end of his trail. Murder, and a girl he loved.
Horseman of the Shadows
by Bradford Scott“Trouble in El Paso—clear it up!” That was Slade’s job—to find the man behind the rustling, the killings, the destruction that had both sides of the Rio Grande ready to explode. Slade opened the game by shooting two rustlers out of the saddles—and knew that from then on he was marked for death!
I, Jack Swilling
by John Myers MyersYesterday I was delirious, and the day before that, or several before that. Tonight, though, I seem to be aware of everything I've ever known . . . . It's dark, double dark because of the mist that August steams from the Colorado. Yet I can see almost very place I've ever been . . .All the men I liked are having drinks with me or yarning around campfires scattered from the Appalachians to the Pacific Coast. All the enemies I've fought are visible beyond the muxxles of guns or the points of knives . . . All of the women I've wigwamed with, including the two who demanded the law's blessing, are either smiling or showing they wished they never met me . . . But I could never really belong to civilization, for once I hand helped to create it, I yearned for a place on which it hadn't laid an ordering hand.
I, Jack Swilling
by John Myers MyersYesterday I was delirious, and the day before that, or several before that. Tonight, though, I seem to be aware of everything I've ever known . . . . It's dark, double dark because of the mist that August steams from the Colorado. Yet I can see almost very place I've ever been . . .All the men I liked are having drinks with me or yarning around campfires scattered from the Appalachians to the Pacific Coast. All the enemies I've fought are visible beyond the muxxles of guns or the points of knives . . . All of the women I've wigwamed with, including the two who demanded the law's blessing, are either smiling or showing they wished they never met me . . . But I could never really belong to civilization, for once I hand helped to create it, I yearned for a place on which it hadn't laid an ordering hand.
Land Grab
by Jackson ColeGun trouble! The herd thundered around the bend. Jim Hatfield's keen eyes were trained on the trail ahead. Suddenly, he raised his voice to warn the others, but his words were quickly drowned out by a roar of gunfire. Smoke spurted from behind rocks and crags. Slugs hissed through the air. Nearby, two cowhands spun from their saddles and toppled to the earth as the ambushers' bullets burned into their flesh. The valley was rich with sprawling range and virgin timber. No one man could claim it all, yet one greedy gunslinger tried in a bullet-screaming, sneak attack that caught everyone off guard-everyone except the tall, lean stranger they called Jim Hatfield who palmed his six-guns and fought back in the name of the Texas Rangers!