From the Author
It started in hospital while recovering from surgery. I wrote the first draft, in long hand, as a novelette. Back home, I put my History degree to work and dig some serious research while transcribing the manuscript to a Commodore Plus4.
Orphaned by obsolete technology, the original manuscript clung to life as a printout from a dying dot-matrix printer. When it finally made it into a workable file, it had to wait while I had a couple of kids and took care of my sister and father. Meanwhile I collected far more information on Texas, guns, riding, and the price of beans and ammunition than you would ever want to see in a novel.
The trail has been rocky and full of obstacles but, I hope you will agree, worth the journey.
From the Inside Flap
To my sister Joanne (1961-2003) who taught me that life is too short not to do what you love.
I would like to thank Amanda and her red pen; John for insisting the story should be a novel; Janet for rescuing the lone viable copy; Frances for cleaning up the resulting digital copy and nagging me to keeping working on it; Nancy, the most constructive nitpicker on the planet; Melodie for point me in the right direction; Cheryl and Imajin Books for being the right direction.
To my daughter Kate, son Sam and nieces Sophie and Claire, thank you for your patience and enthusiastic support.