#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller


Sleepyhead

Since I went to the doctor yesterday–turned out I had the wrong day marked on my calendar, but I DID get my wonderful new glasses–I arrived late in Stone Creek.

All hell was breaking loose when I got there–turns out Stone Creek isn’t the quiet little town Rowdy said it was, when he asked Wyatt to take over as marshal while he and Sam O’Ballivan were off chasing outlaws. I had to hit the ground running, because Wyatt and Sarah were already up to their eyeballs in trouble! I’m not a fast gun like Wyatt, but I can do my part, all right.

In any case, I had to write after supper to get my page quota done, and I was up late. So I woke up late. Sadie had already gone downstairs, without the use of the elevator, to ask Mary Ann to let her outside.

At least, there was coffee.

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