That would be Sawyer McKettrick. He’s the hero of “An Outlaw’s Christmas”, which went on sale yesterday. It’s an old-time story, complete with a country schoolmarm, pretty Piper St. James, who dreams of falling in love with a good man who isn’t an outlaw, some precocious kids, and a few animals to take up long-term residence in your heart. Those of you who read “A Lawman’s Christmas”, last year’s story, will enjoy seeing Clay McKettrick and his bride, Dara Rose, again. Those of you who didn’t might want to pick up the paperback version, available right now or very soon.
We’re having crisp fall weather here–it’s about time to prune the roses back and put down mulch to protect them from the winter snows. I had beautiful red Veteran’s Honor roses this year, a tribute to my dad, who was the original rose man. He always grew glorious peonies, vegetables, you name it–which only goes to show that even bull-riding town marshals can have a sensitive side.
Bernicie the Yorkie is better, but still a little skittery on slick wooden floors. She’s getting older, and that’s hard, but I’m doing my best to stay in the moment instead of ranging out there into a future without her. She and her late sister, Beagle-Sadie, have brought me untold joy and unstinting devotion, and I am so grateful. I was lonely when they came into my life and didn’t even know it, so God sent two four-footed ambassadors love and be loved.
On the writing front, I’m into the new book and loving it. I’ve got a special secret I’ll be revealing soon, so watch this space.