Steve Sloan. Roland stared sternly forward, his head high, his hand on the butt of his gun. She likely would have considered it a fair trade if she had known. The skinny sister-in-law, Coral, had disappeared, but Olive Thorin was still there, looking up at the newc
Nor was it the voice of his father, who had once turned him naked out of a whore’s bed. ”He didn’t need to look at Clay to see that he’d done it; he saw the frantic way her eyes shifted to the left, where Clay sat his horse. Not in Maerlyn’s Rainbow, exactly . While they were still ten yards from the hem of the forest, both saw the glimmer of metal despite the dense foliage—too dense, she thought.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.