Ten years have passed since her ranch was
attacked, her folks murdered, and Molly Hart was abducted. Now, at nineteen,
she's finally returning home to north Texas after spending the remainder of her
childhood with a tribe of Kwahadi Comanche. What she finds is a deserted home
coated with dust and the passage of time, the chilling discovery of her own
gravesite, and the presence of a man she thought never to see again.
Matt Ryan is pushed by a restless wind to the broken-down remains of the Hart ranch. Recently recovered from an imprisonment that nearly ended his life, the drive for truth and fairness has all but abandoned him. For ten years he faithfully served the U.S. Army and the Texas Rangers, seeking justice for the brutal murder of a little girl, only to find closure and healing beyond his grasp. Returning to the place where it all began, he's surprised to stumble across a woman with the same blue eyes as the child he can't put out of his mind.
Matt Ryan is pushed by a restless wind to the broken-down remains of the Hart ranch. Recently recovered from an imprisonment that nearly ended his life, the drive for truth and fairness has all but abandoned him. For ten years he faithfully served the U.S. Army and the Texas Rangers, seeking justice for the brutal murder of a little girl, only to find closure and healing beyond his grasp. Returning to the place where it all began, he's surprised to stumble across a woman with the same blue eyes as the child he can't put out of his mind.
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an Excerpt from The Wren
Chapter
One
North
Texas, May 1877
"Are
you lost, miss?"
Startled,
the woman turned in her saddle and glared wide-eyed at him. Beneath the brim of
her dark hat vibrant blue eyes watched him with wariness and caution.
In
this isolated corner of the Texan plains the last thing Matthew Ryan expected
to find was a lone woman atop a horse, staring at the three gravesites nestled
into the hillside. A vision of a girl from long ago, her blue eyes just as
vivid, flashed in his head. A lifetime had passed since that August night when
he last saw Molly Hart on this earth. The loss, only a dull ache now, never
fully seemed to leave him.
"No,
I’m not lost," she answered. Her voice was rich and layered, and slid
around him like a warm fire after a cold spell.
"You’re
a long way from nowhere," he said, shifting in his saddle and adjusting
his hat as a gust of wind blasted them. A storm was brewing, teasing the land
with its ever-increasing presence. Dark clouds pressed low on the horizon and
Matt suspected that soon neither he nor the woman would be riding far. He ought
to leave now.
"So
are you," she replied.
"Did
you know the Harts?" He inclined his head toward the graves.
The
woman turned away from him, and nodded almost imperceptibly. Strands of dark
hair escaped the confines of her hat.
"My
name is Matt Ryan." He scanned the small, enclosed valley and the
dilapidated house about a quarter-mile away, the remnants of the Hart Ranch. A
corral, stables and bunkhouse also still stood, overrun by tumbleweeds and
dust, ghostly sentinels of a once-vibrant place. "My family has a ranch
about thirty miles east of here."
When
his gaze settled back on the woman from nowhere, he found her watching him in
genuine shock. "What’s wrong?" he asked immediately.
Her
horse, a fine-looking chestnut mare—the hue was almost the same shade as the
mystery woman’s hair—pranced nervously in response to her rider’s agitation.
"Matthew
Ryan?"
"Have
we met before?" he asked.
Instead
of answering, the woman questioned him again. "How did the Harts die? How
did Molly Hart die?"
Matt
paused. It was ten years since he had been to this place, ten years since the
funeral when the three graves had been dug and the murdered bodies had been
laid to rest. Was he a coward for not visiting sooner? He wasn’t sure. All he
knew was Molly Hart’s death weighed on him still, like a vice around his guilty
conscience for not staying with her that night.
"About
ten years ago, the ranch was raided during a party. Mr. and Mrs. Hart were
killed. Molly disappeared." His tone was even, a mannerism honed during
his years in the Army and the Texas Rangers. Hiding his emotions had become
second nature, a useful trait in his line of work. But at what cost, he
sometimes wondered.
Kristy McCaffrey has been writing since she was
very young, but it wasn’t until she was a stay-at-home mom that she considered
becoming published. A fascination with science led her to earn two engineering
degrees—she did her undergraduate work at Arizona State University and her
graduate studies at the University of Pittsburgh—but storytelling was always
her favorite hobby. Born and raised in Arizona, and recently returned after a
20 year absence in Pittsburgh, she writes Old West romances to capture the
landscapes that were such a big part of her childhood. Her first novel The Wren was a CAPA winner for best new
author traditional, a Texas Gold finalist, and a HOLT Medallion finalist for
best first book. She lives in Scottsdale, Arizona with her husband, four
children, and two chocolate labs, Ranger and Lily.
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7 comments:
The Wren sounds very intense but intriguing at the same time. Thanks for introducing it to us!
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I enjoy reading books that have a hint of mystery to them. This sounds like a good read. Thank you for the opportunity! (Danny Taylor Rhonda on Rafflecopter) danrhon at gmail dot com
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I wonder why the title is The Wren? I'm guessing that was her Indian name, but I will just have to read it to find out! Thanks for the giveaway!
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Congrats on the release. The Wren sounds intriguing. Can't wait to read it. Thanks for the giveaway.
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