Hanged Woman Gulch
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by Alice Blue
Category: Romance/Historical Fiction
Description: Bettina Winthrop means to avenge her deceased innocent husband, Buckley, who was hung by masked vigilantes. When those same vigilantes threaten her only sister, Agatha Blackstone, Bettina hides her from the local sheriff, and everyone else in order to save her. She uses her considerable skill with a 44.40 rifle to hunt winter game as well as keep the hangman's noose from robbing her of her only family. With handsome, gray-eyed, Sheriff William Coble insistent on protecting Bettina from suspected vigilante, Jake Skinner, Bettina finds it impossible not to remind herself that Buck has been gone two years and life must go on. Bill is only too happy to speed along her recovery process, and also to help prove Agatha innocent, and on her way, so he and Bettina can continue with their own lives.
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2003 WHISKEY CREEK PRESS
eBookwise Release Date: February 2005
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [260 KB]
Reading time: 180-252 min.
"Exciting. Riveting. Suspenseful. Breathtaking. Those are just a few words I'd use to describe Hanged Woman's Gulch. This action-packed story kept me perched on the edge of my seat until I reached its conclusion! Full of many colorful, and full-of-life characters. Ms. Blue wove a story that kept me reading and telling myself "just a little more" until the next thing I knew, I'd reached the end! If you like western romances that are chock full of adventure and life, then this is one I'd highly recommend. I can hardly wait to see what Ms. Blue has in store for her readers next!"--Review by Teresa Henson
Northern Nebraska 1886
Loud knocking sounded at Bets Winthrop's front door. The noise awakened her when she'd scarcely been asleep. She trembled in her big bed. How many neighbors answered their door to find black hooded men outside? The mere thought of the Black Hoods put goose bumps on her arms, her mouth went dry and she found it hard to swallow. Those creatures seemed to think they had the right to take the law in their own hands whenever a couple cows or horses were stolen.
How many people were subjected to their biased questioning and intimidation? Who else would be out and about when most folks were abed? Being widowed at twenty-three, after vigilantes had hung her innocent husband, made her even more wary of knocks on her door. Frightening thoughts ran through her head. Did they still think, after two years, that she knew something about their identities? What if the Black Hooded vigilantes waited outside her door with a hangman's noose all tied, and guns in their hands to force her to the nearest big tree? She hadn't stolen any cattle or horses. Why did someone knock on her door this late at night?
The knocking got louder. She pulled on her old blue flannel robe and slid her feet into scruffy slippers. Grabbing the heavy forty-five caliber gun from the small bedside table drawer, Bets rushed across the living room and edged aside the heavy velvet drape at the big window. She peered slantwise across the long front porch to the spot opposite her dining room outside door.