The confused babblings of someone who’s spent too long in the sun
Sometimes you adopt a stray, and sometimes they adopt you…
Bucky! Our last cat, Quyloc, was 17 when he died, about five years ago. Once he was gone, we let our younger son get the dog he'd long dreamed of, Noodles. (If you've been following along, you know about Noodles, how she has grand mal seizures and disappeared for 20...
The new Ace novel is here!
The latest adventure in the Lone Wolf Howls series, The Secrets of Machu Picchu follows Ace on his latest adventure to the mountains of Peru. When Ace receives a mysterious treasure map in the mail, he knows it's going to bring him nothing but trouble. Sure enough,...
Tales from Date Creek Ranch – Lady, part horse, part evil
By the time I was five or six I was judged old enough to ride my own horse during round up. At last I could begin to earn my keep. The horse for beginners on Date Creek Ranch was Lady, a horse so ancient she had turned white, speckled with little brown spots, like...
Tales from Date Creek Ranch – Early memories
A joshua tree. Some of my very earliest childhood memories on the ranch, when I was three or four years old, are of riding behind my father during round up. (Round up being that time when the cattle are gathered off the range and brought into the corrals, in case...
Tales from Date Creek Ranch – Humble beginnings
The old barn. Still standing somehow. Sixty square miles of hard-packed dirt and caliche, filled with rocks, greasewood, cactus and more rocks. Twenty-six miles from the sleepy town of Wickenburg, straddling Highway 93 and Date Creek. That’s Date Creek Ranch.Now...
Tales from Date Creek Ranch – Introduction
I grew up on a working cattle ranch in the Arizona desert in the 1960’s and ‘70’s and it wasn’t easy. There was too much work and never enough people to do it. Bankruptcy loomed over us constantly. Everything was always broken or about to break. Dad yelled a lot....