"He pictured how she had looked this morning, slipping out of her nightgown, naked and pale as a Greek Aphrodite or a Roman Venus, with teasing blue eyes and a tempting smile. A pretty German Lorelei, who claimed she loved him, the first time she was ever in his arms.

Wishing he could forget everything else and take that trail again, right then, he knew of course it was a forlorn fantasy. He had no idea when they could meet again, and he needed to keep his mind focused on the job at hand."

(from AMARGOSA AMBUSH, a Cal MacLamond Western, available on Kindle)

    The two deputies left the dead gunman in the doorway of the line-shack, and the bound one cursing in the other room. Then they cooked up a breakfast of ham and eggs and sourdough bread, with a big pot of coffee.

    The third member of Leonis’ trio of roughnecks was still sitting in the dog pen beside the back steps, hands tied behind him.

    It was mid-morning now, and flies were beginning to gather on the bloody shirt of the corpse at the front door; but that didn’t bother Deputy Cal MacLamond or his partner, Deputy Clyde Grierson. In the late war, both of them had often eaten their rations in the company of dead men.

(from AMARGOSA AMBUSH, available on Kindle.)