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Book Review: The Sons of Philo Gaines by Michael R. Ritt
Every once in a while, you pick up a book and within a few pages, you realize you’re in the hands of a master. Your worries disappear. You settle in, get comfortable and don’t have to do a thing but immerse yourself in the world he’s created, just read and enjoy. So it is with
Book Review: Where the Wildflowers Dance by Phil Mills, Jr.
Something very special happens when a writer clearly loves the place he writes about, weaving his characters from the very fabric of the land — crystal streams, majestic mountains, trees that whisper in the breeze, and wildflowers and prairie grasses that do, indeed, dance in the wind. Phil Mills, Jr. is a master of description
Review: The Great Texas Dance by Mark C. Jackson
Mark C. Jackson’s done it again. The Great Texas Dance (The Tales of Zebadiah Creed, Book Two) continues the saga of Zebadiah Creed and we find our hero at the Alamo aside Jim Bowie, William Travis and Davy Crockett in the last days before the fall.
Western Fictioneers Peacemaker Award Finalist: The Lily of the West
I was surprised and thrilled to be named a Finalist for my book The Lily of the West for the Western Fictioneers Peacemaker Award, not only as Best Historical Novel, but Best First Novel as well. This is a great honor and I’m humbled to be in the company of authors I admire and respect. The path that led me to write about Katherine Haroney, “Big Nose Kate” was a long one.
Coming Soon: The Transformation of Chastity James
Come with me now and meet Miss Chastity James: She’s the doted-upon daughter and future heiress to Harrowhill Horse Farms north of Boston. She’s also beautiful, headstrong and eager for a challenge, so she takes the job as schoolteacher in 1878 Dodge City, determined to educate the children of the frontier to the best of
Theatre Comique, From “The Lily of the West”…
TAFFETA had such a crispness to it, and I ran my hands down the ruffles that spread out from the smooth corseted bodice of the dress. Not far enough, though. On the right side, the ruffles were hiked up above my knee and my leg was clearly visible, encased in the black net stockings that
