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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Chapter 29
  32. Chapter 30
  33. Chapter 31
  34. Chapter 32
  35. Chapter 33
  36. Epilogue
  37. A Note or Two from the Author
  38. Discussion Questions
  39. Acknowledgments
  40. About the Author
  41. Praise for Carrie Stuart Parks
  42. Also by Carrie Stuart Parks

“My grandmother used to say . . . Never mind what she said. I’ve carried her enmity for far too long.” He crossed to the door, opened it, and threw the stone away as hard as he could.

I slowly joined him, pulling a lump of ore from my pocket—the one I’d found in the mine. I didn’t know why I’d kept this one all this time. You know why. I swallowed hard. It’s time.

I dropped the rock, crushed it into the ground with my prosthetic foot, then looked up at him. “What are those plans you have?”

“I think you know. Plans for a hope and a future.”

The End

A Note or Two from the Author

Whoa, you made it through another story. This time I wanted to try a bit of an Agatha Christy angle with elements of my usual forensic art and, of course, dogs! I hope and pray you enjoyed this book!

I also wanted to continue the story of members of Clan Firinn that started in Relative Silence. I invented Clan Firinn as a retreat and rehabilitation place for first responders based on my close friendships with so many in law enforcement. As a forensic artist, I experienced some of the truly awful things that happen in this fallen world. My heart goes out to those who are in the field.

Targhee (pronounced Tar-gee) is a real place—not the town but the location in Idaho. For this story I wanted to bring my experience growing up here on our ranch in Northern Idaho. My dad was a champion bareback bronc rider in college and grew up on a cattle ranch near American Falls, Idaho. Mom also grew up riding horses and my folks met in college at a mounted patrol club. When we moved to The Ranch (that’s all we ever called it) we had horses, cattle, and, of course, dogs. Dad taught me how to train horses and I spent my every waking moment on horseback or showing my dogs. I speak from experience when I describe getting thrown, bucked off, or falling off a horse. Also bitten, kicked, and stepped on. Growing up around horses is both wonderful and at times painful!

I’m always delighted to hear from my readers, and I answer your emails: [email protected].

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