Release date: April 23, 2015
Subgenre: Weird Western
About The Rancher's Daughter:
Once a hunter of renegade wizards, Silas Vendine is now on the run from
the law himself. He and Lainie are living on what Lainie can win at
cards and whatever odd jobs Silas can get from people who need his
skills and don't ask too many questions.
When Lainie's luck with the cards turns sour, they are led to a meeting with one of the richest ranchers in the Wildings. Brin Coltor wants Silas and Lainie to undertake a dangerous mission into A'ayimat territory for him, and they can't afford to turn him down. But Coltor is hiding a few secrets of his own, that lead Silas and Lainie right into the trouble they've been trying to avoid.
Book 3 of Daughter of the Wildings
When Lainie's luck with the cards turns sour, they are led to a meeting with one of the richest ranchers in the Wildings. Brin Coltor wants Silas and Lainie to undertake a dangerous mission into A'ayimat territory for him, and they can't afford to turn him down. But Coltor is hiding a few secrets of his own, that lead Silas and Lainie right into the trouble they've been trying to avoid.
Book 3 of Daughter of the Wildings
Excerpt:
Five different card games were in progress in the saloon. Most of them looked to be casual games played as much for fun and bragging rights as for money, but one appeared much more serious. In most games, the players took turns acting as the dealer, but this game was being worked by a professional dealer, who didn’t join in the play. The five men who were playing didn’t talk to each other or flirt with the house ladies gathered around, and they were the best-dressed men in the saloon.
Of course, that was the game Lainie headed for.
The house ladies and other observers around the table made room for them to squeeze in. The current game ended, the players collected their winnings, and the dealer, a tubby man in a crisp blue-striped shirt, gathered up the cards to deal out the next game.
“Do you have room for one more?” Lainie asked.
A tall, broad-shouldered fellow in a fine black suit, with a thin, carefully-trimmed mustache and an unlit cigar clenched between his teeth, looked up from his winnings. His pale gray eyes fixed on Lainie first, then moved to Silas. “We might,” he drawled around the cigar. “Depends on your stakes.”
Lainie tossed a drina coin onto the fancy silver tray that held the bets. “Here.”
The dealer looked at the small silver coin, then at Silas. “You’re joking, Mister. That ain’t stakes. Not for one of these games.”
“You’ll have to talk to her,” Silas said. “I’m not allowed to play for money.”
The man in the black suit gave Lainie a superior little smile. “So you think you’re a gamester, little lady?”
Lainie grinned back at him. “You scared to lose to a girl?”
The other men laughed. “Well, Storts? Are you?” one of them asked. The house ladies tittered and whispered among themselves.
“Not at all,” the black-suited man said, chuckling. “You just have a seat, little lady, and we’ll see who loses.”
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About Kyra Halland:
Kyra Halland lives in southern Arizona. Complicated, honorable heroes; heroines who are strong, smart, and all woman; magic, romance, and adventure; and excursions into the dark corners of life and human nature mixed with a dash of offbeat humor - all of these make up her worlds. She has a very patient husband, two less-patient cats, and two young adult sons. Besides writing, she enjoys scrapbooking and anime, and she wants to be a crazy cat lady when she grows up.
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