Category: Western Publisher: Wild Rose Press
ISBN-10: 1509211381
Type: Fiction
Pages: 398
Copyright: Jan 25, 2017
ISBN-13: 9781633730991
A western romance, 3rd in the Victoria Series set in Victoria Kansas
Tyra yearns to be like Calamity Jane and enforce the law in the rough and tumble town of Hays, Kansas, so when she is in a saloon and a gambler is beating up on the bouncer, she shoots him in the leg.
Little does she realize that this is the man she will want to spend the rest of her life with. Though she has agreed to marry a lawyer/rancher she is unhappy with him and leaves while they are driving a herd of cattle to his ranch in Victoria, Texas and hooks up with the gambler Zachariah whose brother is scheduled to be hanged. Together they break him loose, but when he is killed by a family enemy they go on a quest to avenge his death.
Can the Spanish Angels in New Mexico save the couple or will they pay the ultimate price?
Excerpt
Everything happened so fast most people just backed off and gave them room. Tyra watched for maybe half a minute, saw no one was going to put a stop to the brutal beating, and leaped to her feet, the Colt in one hand. Everyone in town knew she could use it and often did, though she’d almost never shot anyone since a well-aimed miss usually did the trick.
Gripping the barrel she tapped the stranger hard on the back of his noggin. “That’d be enough of that, mister.” The demand didn’t sound threatening, and the man scarcely spared her a look.
“I said leave it be.” Another conk, harder this time, got the guy’s attention.
Continuing to clutch Barney’s shirt, he turned and stared at Tyra, taking her in from flaming red hair to britches to cowboy boots. For a beat, he held Barney down and gave her the eye.
“Aren’t you a purty little thing? But I think you might leave well enough alone. I haven’t never shot me a woman, but that don’t mean I’m not ready to start.”
His eyes were blue, the gaze hard as glass marbles, voice calm and melodious, not threatening at all. As if he weren’t smashing Barney’s face in or threatening an armed woman.
He might be downright handsome, but he wasn’t real smart. Tyra lowered her aim and put a bullet into his calf. The echo of the blast brought everyone to attention, the stench of gunpowder mingling with that of cheap whiskey and filthy spittoons. Her target hollered and turned loose his prey. Some of the drunker patrons laughed, others hid behind tables or ran out the door into the street.
The injured poker player sat on the floor rocking and clutching his bleeding leg. “Damn, that hurts. What the hell you do that for? First time I ever been shot by a woman.”
“I asked you nice. Now, you try to get up, the next one will blow your guts out.” She stared into the eyes filled with pain. Dang, he was a fine-looking man. Too bad she had to shoot him to get his attention.
Story inspired by life of the author's great grandfather, a Black Cowboy who kidnapped his Native American bride after a cattle drive from Waco, TX to Dodge City, KS. Their story, him a master horseman and her a trained to be a healer with herbs and
In this collection of Western fiction, I’ve endeavored to bring the reader a little laughter at the expense of my characters, even though they are at times engaged in life threatening adventures. Learn to say something nice to all of your enemies l
