My honorary grandmother, Florence Heritage Wiley, grew up just outside of Coffeyville, Kansas, on a family farm. One day, a barrage of gunshots ripped through the quiet countryside. Since the shots came from the direction of town, Gramma’s father, Mr. Heritage, either...
I grew up listening to the stories of my honorary grandmother, Florence Heritage Wiley. Here’s one of my favorites. As a child, Gramma, as we called her, lived on a farm about a few miles outside the town of Coffeyville, Kansas. One day, a lone man rode up to the...
I’m excited about the December 31 release of my new novel, WHERE THE CREEK BENDS. Like many of my previous books, this one has a Western slant, but it’s a bigger and more expansive story than I have ever written before. And there’s an element that might surprise...
When I write Westerns, I like to play certain songs, partly because I love them, being a country girl at heart, raised around horses and rodeos, and partly because they inspire me in crazy, wonderful ways. Three of these very special songs are “Pancho and Lefty”,...
Of all the cities I’ve visited over the years, London is definitely my favorite. For several years, I had a flat in a building behind Harro d’s—at 19 Hans Place—and split my time between there and my home in Port Orchard, Washington. One fine day, I was on my way to...
