Rand and Lily, teenage lovers wrenched apart years ago, brought back together by a senseless act of violence against her father, his longtime ranch foreman—
The spark’s still there, but her father sends a repeat warning from the grave, saying they must not become involved again. Unfortunately his warning doesn’t include a reason.
The two realize as they work together to settle her father’s affairs that their love was real. Is real. An old snapshot provides a clue—but until they unravel seemingly unrelated family secrets they dare not ignore his cryptic warnings and find happily ever after together.
Originally published in the multi-author anthology MEN OF THE WEST, published separately in mid-2016 as introduction to the ongoing anthology, San Antonio Connection.
sales of the anthology were extraordinarily good. Sales of the individual title book have been slow, but should pick up when the next full length novel (an original) is released late 2016.
Spring roundup at the Coiled Serpent had always been his favorite time of year. Gorgeous weather, new life popping up everywhere in the Texas Hill Country--he loved it. He'd loved it, that is, until Texas started getting overrun by the flood of undocumented aliens pouring across the southern border and causing trouble for ranchers all over Texas, not just near the border.
It seems lately they'd been spending more time running off squatters than rounding up cattle. Unfortunately, a good many migrants who made it this far north were members of Mexican cartels--vicious gang members who'd as soon shoot you as look at you--instead of poor people looking for hones work and a better life than the one they'd left.
Disgusted at having to strap a semi-automatic pistol on his hip every time he went out on his own ranch, Rand Sanders double-checked the deer rifle on the gun rack of his four-wheeler to be sure it was loaded before setting it back next to the .22 long rifle he always kept there. The smaller weapon was generally enough to dispatch the occasional rattler or put a downed animal out of its misery.
For the fourth time this month, work crews had spotted trespassers he had to go and evict from remote areas of the Coiled Serpent, and it made him damn mad. This morning his foreman had called in and told him squatters had apparently taken up residence in a line shack high in the hills on the southeastern corner of the ranch. Hopefully they'd be harmless, but Rand didn't dare count on it. Too many drug runners and assorted criminal types had been moving through the Hill Country lately. God only knew when or if the Feds would finally decide to secure the border and cut off the never-ending flood of trouble coming across the Rio Grande.
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