Today, I am spotlighting Penny Estelle's new release, Jesse's Find, a historical western romance. Love a short read with great reviews? I do. I already bought a copy. Buy Here!
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Jesse Mason is bone tired and just miles from home when a strange sound drifting with a
Kansas wind catches his ear.
He spies something hiding in the tall grass. His temper sizzles at the sight of a horse, dead from exertion, and is ready to string up the cowboy that has done this. What Jesse finds is no cowboy at all, but a woman who has been shot and an infant, both, he fears will not make it to his home alive.
Jesse didn’t ask for this, but he knew he couldn’t turn his back on them. What he didn’t know was somebody wanted that woman dead and didn’t care who else had to die to get that job done.
Bell,” he said, pulling the reins up tight, sitting high on the seat of the buckboard, listening. All he could hear was the low moan of the wind. As far as Jesse Mason could see, waist high grasses whipped about. The man removed his hat, tilting his head, trying to hear the faint sound that kept drifting by.
“Hell,” he muttered. “I’ve been driving this wagon two days. I’m hearing things.” Jesse snapped the reins again. “Come on Belle. We’ll be home soon enough.”
The wind picked up even more and Jesse put on his jacket, pulling the collar up to protect his neck and ears. It was late September and the wind had a bite. Unexpectedly, the horse threw her head up, dancing a bit to the left. “What the hell is wrong with you, Belle?” Jesse was taken by surprise at the sudden movement. There it was again. He knew he heard it that time.
Standing, Jesse drew his gun from his holster. Slowly scanning the area, his eyes lit on something not too far from the wagon, lying in the grass. He jumped down; making his way over see what was there.
It was a horse, a dead horse. The hair on its sides and neck were stiff from lather from hard riding. Anger burned through him. This horse had been run to death. Someone should be strung up for this. Trampled grass, like somebody dragging something, was headed south. Following the trail and crouching when something caught his eye. Jesse didn’t breathe, his gun poised, ready for whatever was there. Nothing moved. Inching forward, he saw a burlap bag.
Cautiously, he opened the bag and dumped the contents. Jesse felt an uneasy feeling way down in the pit of his stomach. Squares of cotton and linen scattered and caught on the prairie grass. Cans of milk, along with baby bottles, rolled in the wind, while baby blankets and clothes tried to fly away. He hurried to put everything back, losing a few of the squares.
Jesse didn’t have to go much further before finding the son-of-a-bitch who had killed the horse. A man lay a few feet away; face down, and a brown duster spread wide, covering his whole body. Squatting down with his gun pointed at the cowboy, Jesse took hold of the man's arm and pulled him onto his back. Mouth agape, Jesse stood staring at a cascade of auburn hair that covered a girl’s face. She wore a brown dress with the top half torn off.
Lying next to her was an infant that couldn’t be more than a month old.
Buy link - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NAGZD4E
From the author:
Also, under my belt, are a few contemporary romances, a paranormal romance, and a family drama.
I started my career in writing children’s (middle grade) stories - from fantasies (Hike Up Devil’s Mountain) to time travel adventures (The Wickware Sagas).
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