Multi-published author, Larion Wills, delivers another fantastic historical western romance.
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One side wanted him dead, the other hoped they’d
succeed, and his only friend was a simpleminded woman/child.
Jim Liberty was a low life coward, sneaking thief and liar. Everyone
said so, everyone agreed, but when they pushed him one step too far,
they discovered that only the sheriff, who called him a killer, really
knew what he was capable of when he went on the vengeance trail.
Excerpt from Chapter One
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Jorgensen whipped the reins again, then again, his arms flailing in the air. The
horse, already frantic with fear, reared in its traces, fighting the reins,
turning to run with the leaders of the herd bearing down on the wagon.
“They’re
coming faster,” the child said quietly, barely heard over the pounding of hooves,
the bawling of cattle, and the shouts of the riders driving them in wild
stampede.
When
the first reached them, the wagon jarred and rose up on one side. Back down
with a crash, the rear pushed sideways. The horse screamed and reared, and
Jorgensen’s arms still flailed, slapping the slack reins in the air until the side
of the wagon rose again, pushed by the bodies thundering past. Jorgensen went
to his knees on the floorboard when it dropped back to four wheels, his arms
over his head, and ducked under the seat where he stayed until the bumps
against the wagon ceased and the thunder of hooves faded away. The wagon
stopped, the horse stomping and shaking. Anna still clutched to the wagon seat
to keep from being spilled to the ground.
She
sat quietly on the seat, either frozen in terror or with nowhere to go. Her father
was still on his hands and knees taking up all the space between the seat and
side. “Papa, the man—”
“Don’t
start asking stupid questions,” he snapped at her, working out from where he’d
wedged himself under the seat. On his knees, he nearly went over backward in
violent recoil.
The
rider sat on his lathered horse a few feet from Anna’s side of the wagon. The
hat pulled down tight on his forehead shaded most of his face. His mouth and
jaw were clearly visible, though, the jaw clenched to a degree the nerves in his
cheeks jerked.
“Liberty,
what the hell do you think you’re doing?” someone shouted.
Liberty
didn’t look around, but a slight tug on his reins signaled the horse to back.
“Thank
you,” Anna said.
Jorgenson’s
and Liberty’s heads jerked around at her words. Liberty stared at her a moment,
his amber-colored eyes shifting for a quick glance at her father before he gave
her a nod and set his horse into motion with a slight nudge of his heels.
With
her face eggshell white, making her eyes look bluer and larger, Anna took a
deep breath and released her hold of the seat. “Nice man,” she commented.
Dragging
himself up to flop on the seat next to his daughter, barely managing that much
for his trembling, Jorgensen snorted. “If I had any doubts of your stupidity,
you just proved it. They just tried to kill us.”
“He—”
“Be
silent and don’t you make a fool of yourself when we get to town.”
“Yes,
Papa,” she answered, her gaze looking off in the direction Liberty rode. A
moment later, the child hummed a sweet, sad song.
Publisher: MuseItUp Publishing (February 19, 2016)
Publication Date: February 19, 2016
Publication Date: February 19, 2016
Meet the Author
After
years of writing and sticking the finished manuscript in the closet,
Larion braved the publishing submitting process and presented us with a
variety of genres under two pen names. Her tag, ‘two names, one author,
thousands of stories’ tell you how versatile she is, whether using
Larriane Wills or Larion Wills. With vivid characters and fascinating
stories she ranges from historical to contemporary and even far into the
future, mixing romance, suspense and mystery.
