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Chapters (68)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. PART ONE - SOLDIER
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. PART TWO - RANGER
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. PART THREE - GUNFIGHTER
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Chapter 45
  52. Chapter 46
  53. Chapter 47
  54. PART FOUR - HOME
  55. Chapter 48
  56. Chapter 49
  57. Chapter 50
  58. Chapter 51
  59. Chapter 52
  60. Chapter 53
  61. Chapter 54
  62. Chapter 55
  63. Chapter 56
  64. Chapter 57
  65. Chapter 58
  66. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  67. Teaser chapter
  68. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“Who is she?” Ditch whistled, as a woman stepped off the train.

A number of women had already disembarked, but this particular female stood out dramatically from the rest. She looked to be in her early to mid-thirties, was of slightly less than average height, and possessed a remarkably beautiful face. In addition to extraordinary green eyes, she had pale skin, freckles, flaming red hair tucked under her bonnet, and a strikingly buxom figure.

Another feature that distinguished this woman from others in the crowd was the elegant, and clearly expensive, dress, hat, and matching parasol she sported. Such elaborate feminine attire might have been commonplace in New Orleans or Saint Louis, but was in stark contrast to what women in Atherton typically wore. In addition to its cost, the woman’s dress was very formfitting and exposed a great deal of her prominent bust.

The woman seemed aware that many of the men, and more than a few jealous women, had taken notice of her.

“Never seen her before,” Pritchard said.

“Would have remembered if I had,” Ditch said. “I can’t tell if she’s on the outside of that dress tryin’ to get in, or the inside tryin’ to get out.”

“Put your jaws back into place,” Idelle said, pinching Ditch until he winced. “You two clods act like you’ve never seen a girl before.”

“I’ve seen plenty of girls,” Pritchard said, “but none like her. She’s built like a burlap bag full of bobcats.”

The red-haired woman’s gaze stopped when it met Pritchard’s. She stared at him through emerald eyes. After a moment’s evaluation, she turned abruptly on her heels and headed toward the luggage car.

“Wonder what brings someone like her to Atherton?” Ditch said.

“Never you mind, Ditch Clemson,” Idelle said.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Illustration

Photo by Denis Lynch

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

SEAN LYNCH grew up in Iowa, served in the army as an enlisted infantryman, and spent almost three decades as a municipal police officer in the San Francisco Bay Area. During his law enforcement career, he’s been a motorcycle officer, firearms instructor, S.W.A.T. team member, sex crimes investigator, and homicide detective. Learn more about Sean at seanlynchbooks.com.

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