1890. The lawless New Mexico Territory is overrun by criminals who steal money and land without consequence, and everyone carries a gun.
In Montaña Roja, robberies threaten Fred Harvey’s newest Harvey House restaurant. Disguised as a Harvey hostess, undercover Pinkerton agent Clare ventures west, risking exposure at every turn as she searches for answers the law won’t pursue—relying only on her instincts and her derringer to survive.
Dana Stabenow is an award-winning author best known for her gripping crime fiction, richly drawn characters, and bringing the rugged beauty and complex cultures of Alaska to life. With a career spanning decades and dozens of books, she continues to captivate readers who crave smart, atmospheric storytelling.
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A reread after many years, which holds up well. Not much style but a lot of substance—settlers fleeing a dying Earth emigrate across the stars to a planet in orbit around Rukbat. A story for our times for sure. Only—uh-oh—until…after they’ve landed and moved planetside they discover that an erratic
Dana sez, I promise you, so well and wittily written that you will not want to skip ahead in reading this story to find out which restaurant does serve the best bread. On the other hand, at the end you may immediately click over to your air carrier of choice
It has been a long, cold, very windy winter, which has turned into a long, cold, windy spring, if indeed spring is ever going to come. April 26th, one brave bud of rhubarb, one insanely optimistic Himalayan poppy peeking up. May 8th. Left, more rhubarb buds, but still only buds.