Blood Warrior: Timber Wolf is almost finished and should be in print shortly. I have already started on my new novel. Here is a preview: Mountain Girl: Called Home The momma grizzly bear’s nose wrinkled up in anger as she smelled her hated enemies, man and dog. Instinctively she moved between the perceived threat and her twin cubs. There is no more dangerous animal on the face of the earth than a grizzly sow in defense of her cubs. Hammer and Baron were going crazy. Montana, known locally as the Mountain Girl, instantly saw the source of their barking. A large silvertip grizzly bear burst out of the brush at 30 yards. Montana was only armed with a Ruger Super Blackhawk revolver chambered for the 44 Magnum cartridge. Despite both hounds sinking their teeth in her flanks, the grizzly’s charge knocked Montana down before she was able to get her gun out of its holster. The bear ripped her shirt and left huge furrows in Montana’s chest. When she felt the jaws of the grizzly crunch down on her skull, Montana screamed, “Hammer!! Baron!!” Montana knew she was within seconds of death. Hammer was a Black Mouth Cur. He had a short-haired, buckskin coat. The Black Mouth breed was named due to the dark pigmentation that not only covered their muzzle and lips but extended inside the mouth to include their gums and tongue. Hammer was large for a Cur, weighing in at almost 100 pounds. Baron was a Rhodesian Ridgeback. He was short haired, reddish brown and had the breed’s distinctive ridge of hair on his back growing in the opposite direction of the rest of the hair on his coat. Baron was 80 pounds of teeth and claws that knew no quit in a fight. Both hounds doubled their efforts at the sound of their beloved mistress’s voice. They knew if they didn’t do something, Montana was as good as dead. Blood streamed down Montana’s face blinding her. The last thing she remember before slipping into unconsciousness was Hammer and Baron furiously ripping at the bear’s throat. The howl of the wolf, the snuffle of the grizzly bear, and the eerie bugle of a bull elk were not common sounds heard in the high rises of Manhattan. When Montana Hamilton’s parents named her, they didn’t envision their baby girl as the outdoorsy type but thought that Montana was a unique, chic moniker benefiting the daughter of two prominent New York attorneys. Eric Hamilton and his wife Doris Scott-Hamilton came from old money and the blue blood of New England’s aristocracy. Their lives were planned and structured from their own births. They had that same format in mind for Montana. Montana had other ideas. Eric and Doris met in college where they were both studying law at Yale. Eric came from a family of lawyers while Doris’s family were bankers. The Scott’s sniffed at Doris’s choice of professions. They felt that practicing law was beneath their station in life. The public didn’t realize that the Scott’s were wealthier than the Rockefeller’s. The Scott’s poorly concealed their disdain for attorneys. This chaffed the Hamilton’s to no end as they were used to looking down on others and not being the ones looked down on. It was a battle of super snobs to see who was the snobbiest. The Scott’s were aghast when Doris informed them she was accepting Eric’s invitation of marriage. Her father, Mortimer exclaimed, “Good God, Doris! You might as well take up with pimps and hobos!” Doris’s mother Edna expressed her humiliation by silently crying.
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 19:53:19 +0000
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