I’m delighted to participate in this blog—if there’s one subject that never fails to delight me, it’s the Wild West. And the wilder, the better!
My three “outlaws”, The Montana Creeds: Logan, Dylan and Tyler, are just wrapping up a run of hell-raisin’ and hard livin’ as I write these words. Now, you’d think as the writer, I’d have some control over these yahoos, but the fact is—not so much!
Logan, the eldest of the trio, was at least sensible. He’s a lawyer, after all, as well as a rodeo champion, but after he returned to Stillwater Springs Ranch and set eyes on the neighbor, Briana Grant, I couldn’t do a thing with him.
Dylan, the middle brother, followed, and with that go-to-hell twinkle in his eye, he was even harder to manage. If you don’t believe me, just as his lady, Kristy.
As for Tyler, the youngest, with the biggest chip on his shoulder? Heck, one look at Lily, and I had to threaten him with a bucket of cold water. Even that didn’t work—it would have wrecked my computer!
In the end, I just swung open the chute and got out of their way.
I’ll be starting work on another contemporary western trilogy soon—the Texas McKettricks. Tate, Garrett and Austin are the descendents of Jeb and Chloe McKettrick’s (Secondhand Bride) youngest son, a rebel who left the Triple M up in Arizona to return to the Lone Star State. Pretty soon, I’ll be heading down Texas way to do a little research—and drink a few margueritas.
This is a nasty job, but somebody has to do it.
Since I’m about ready to saddle up and hit the trail—this time, I’m going to Prague with my sister Sally—I’ll finish up.