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CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
SILVER, GOLD & DECEPTION
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1873
 I
      'll sure as sugar say this…I don't know even where to
      begin with this here crazy week I just lived through! It
      was supposed to just be a quiet time with me looking
      after the ranch with Blue River's help while those big
 sisters of mine were gone over Nevada way on business. After
 they got back it sounded like a heck of a lot more cavorting
 than business! Instead of the peaceful set of days I was
 imagining it seems I wound up having my hands full with one
 jasper after another. Mind you these were the most dangerous
 kind of snakes you'll ever find. The kind that goes about
 walking on two legs!
     The things I saw and did are gonna be sticking with me for
a long time to come. This I know!
     The sight of a woman whose beauty was battered away at
the hands of a coward who would raise a hand to a woman. A
farmhouse in flames and a family massacred. Then there was
that peaceful tribe of Yavapai facing slaughter. It wasn’t all bad
though. I saw a young woman’s slice of bravery that could hold
a candle right up there against anything we Wilde girls have
ever done.
     Yeah, I sure did see a lot. Can still see it. My mind keeps a
spinning back to that there massacre. I’m sad to admit I’ve laid
eyes on more than my fair share of death up close ever since
we girls started helping our older sister, Cassandra. But then,
what I saw that day even now still shakes me up, and more so
after I found out just why this family had met their Maker in the
gruesome fashion I happened upon them.
    It's plain as day, right before my eyes. That homestead
with the bodies scattered about the yard, the burning
farmhouse and then, of course, that poor fellow who come
running out, little more than a human torch. The Lord knows I
did what I could for him, and honestly, he was as good as dead
before I saddled up with him and rode away with him like all of
hell was on our tail. I had hoped that getting him back to town
might give him a tiny shot at being saved, but it actually turned
out bringing him back signed his death warrant! No way could I
have known that at the time, of course. But at least I eventually
saw justice was meted out nice and proper like.
     And while all this was going on I still needed to find a way
to help my friends back in Alamieda who were in desperate
need of the kind of help we Wildes do best. Ruth Anne my
friend, was facing separation from her beau who was looking at
hard labor in prison for at least the next twenty years. There
was no way I was gonna let him take the rap for a crime he
didn’t commit, hell no! Ruth Anne and Jackson were more than
good friends … that day in the cabin, we had all been lovers and
for me, it was enough reason to save his ass from jail. Course I
would have done it even if he wasn’t Ruth Anne’s beau … No
way I’d ever let an innocent man go to prison!
    Not gonna mince my words here, it was a first-rate time
when we all came together in that room in the old cabin I
volunteered as a hideout on Cedar Ledge. I won’t be forgetting
the soft feel of Ruth Anne’s body against mine nor would I
forget Jackson giving free rein to his hunger for this new
experience he was having, one that drove me to a pleasure
higher than any of these here mountains on Half Breed Haven
      Yep; that sure was a romp all three of us are gonna long
remember. Ruth Anne and I obliged her man a little slice of
paradise that beautiful afternoon. However, after it was over the
fact remained the only thing standing between the paradise he
just had and going straight to the hell that was Claymore Prison
was me, and I damn well wasn't fixing to let hell come out over
heaven!
     Oh, and one more thing. Through all this I done made me
an enemy, nah scratch that...HE done made an enemy outta ME!
Give me a stack of bibles and I’ll swear on them that someday
he’s gonna be sorry he ever heard the name Cattie Wilde. I’ll
see to that!
                               ***
                   FOREWORD
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              y name is Allie Mastluehr, and in the spring of
              1913, I stumbled upon some of the most
              remarkable but forgotten tales of the American
              West and the entry you have just read was from
 the journal of Catalina Wilde from the days of her uninhibited
 youth. I was rewarded with Cattie’s writings, along with those
 of her one-of-a-kind family, by her upon my arrival in the
 desolate ruins of Cedar Ledge—a once mighty Arizona ranch—
 and I promise that everything I learned wasn’t the stuff of
 legend; it was one remarkable family’s real history, almost lost
 to the unforgiving winds of time.
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              ver and over again that one thought churned
              within the murky cesspool that was the brain of
              Ian Oaksford as he clenched his teeth so hard the
              possibility of some of them snapping off wasn’t
 out of the question. His muscles burned under the strain as he
 snapped the reins yet again, urging the exhausted animals in
 the traces to maintain their speed and put as much distance
 between him and Alamieda as possible. His trip to there was
 the final, humiliating rejection from that bitch; after all he had
 done for her.
     Under him, the wagon was vibrating as if it were about to
fly apart, and given its age and deplorable condition, Oaksford
wouldn't be surprised if it did. The rickety old wagon, after all,
had been purchased by his parents all those decades ago when
they had headed west. Like many, the Oaksfords had answered
the siren cry of that unknown land. So, they had turned their
backs on their failing little Vermont dirt farm that sat within view
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