#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

Archive for August, 2007


There was a distinct, crisp chill in the air when Sadie and I took the elevator down to the first floor and went outside. Fall is definitely coming.

Fall has always been my favorite season, at least here in the Northwest. In Arizona, I could hardly tell the difference between seasons, except, of course, for summer. Yikes. I remember hiking back from the barn one day, when my horse-head pool was still just a big hole in the dirt, the temperature at 114, thinking, “Why did I ever leave Washington state?” Not that Arizona doesn’t have its singular charms, because

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Stone Creek, 1907

Well, I get to be travel-free for a few months, anyhow. The older I get, the more I’m like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. There’s just no place like home–or, in my case, homes.

I’ll be working straight through the weekend on “The Rustler”—it’s practically writing itself. I just show up in Stone Creek and record the action as it unfolds around me. I get so caught up in the story that I forget I’m really in Spokane, and it’s 2007, not 1907.

Glimmers of later travels begin to shine in the distance, though. I’m going on two (count

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The stitching across the toe of a cowboy boot is called a toe wrinkle.