That Gideon

Friday, Aug 29

When I got to the marshal’s office yesterday, Gideon wasn’t there. Rowdy wasn’t, either. Only the old yellow dog, Pardner, was around. So I headed out onto the streets of Stone Creek, Arizona, circa 1915, and started tracking the missing hero. I found him at the Horseshoe Saloon, on Main Street, drinking beer. Gideon was only 16 the last time I saw him, and now he’s 26. He’s grown up nicely–boy to hunk.

I love my job.

I’ll be meeting up with Lydia Fairwood, our heroine, this morning. (I might have to do some searching for her, too, but I doubt I’ll find her in a saloon. :)) Lydia was only 8 when I knew her before, and she’s 18 now. I still see her as a little girl, and I know Gideon does, too.

We’re BOTH going to be surprised!

Have a good weekend. I certainly plan to. I stocked up on groceries yesterday, because the stores will be absolutely MAD with people buying school supplies, etc. As a writer and a lover of all kinds of pens and papers, I admit to lingering in those aisles myself, on occasion, savoring the pretty notebooks, the pencils, the geegaws for the lockers. As a kid, I LOVED going back to school–new shoes, new clothes (I could still wear mini-skirts then), new start. I loved the weather–fall is still my favorite season–and that certain festive snap of anticipation in the air.

Make it a good one. It’s up to you.

About Linda

The daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is a #1 New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than 100 historical and contemporary novels, most of which reflect her love of the West.

Raised in Northport, Washington, Linda pursued her wanderlust, living in London and Arizona and traveling the world before returning to the state of her birth to settle down on a horse property outside Spokane.

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