Authors: Johnny Fowler
|Mountain Woman Snake River Blizzard|
|Kate McAlaster |
|CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (2012)|
The torture and murder of a mine executive sends the US Marshals on the trail of the killers, who have also kidnapped a widow woman. The chase leads them to the Snake River where Kate and Man must also face the worst blizzard in Idaho history. In order to catch the killers, they must survive frigid temperatures, ten-foot snowdrifts, and avalanches. In the fourth book in the Kate McAlaster Adventures, Kate faces her greatest challenge when Man is gravely wounded and she must confront the outlaws on her own and find a way to keep the man she loves alive in the midst of a blizzard.
Johnny Fowler grew up on a cattle ranch in west Texas and worked on a sixty-thousand-acre ranch throughout high school and college. He graduated from Texas Tech University with a degree in business administration and began ranching for himself while employed by the USDA. While with the USDA, he wrote newsletters for producers, and articles for agriculture publications and newspapers. He has now converted the knowledge gained from his experiences and education into writing novels.
SNAKE RIVER BLIZZARD
A Kate McAlaster Adventure
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Treason at White Sands
Kill Without Remorse
Love Walked In
Explosions of Fire
The Mercenary's Daughter
Vengeance is Mine
Murder in the Loop
Right Place, Wrong Time
Kate McAlaster Adventures:
Mountain Woman Rides Again
Mountain Woman: Bound For Texas
Mountain Woman: Snake River Blizzard
Mary Hardy Series:
Hardy, Texas Ranger: The First Female Texas Ranger
Hardy, Texas Ranger: In Oklahoma Territory
Hardy, Texas Ranger: In the Davis Mountains
Hardy, Texas Ranger: In the Big Thicket
The trip to Texas to bring back the Bright women to stand trial for fourteen murders in Spokane h
ad been tiring
to say the least
, on Deputy Marshal
Kate McAlaster Manchester and her husband
Chief Federal Marshal
Joseph Meek wired
to take a month vacation
. They had been on the trail of outlaws
that had taken them from Idaho to Texas,
deserved the time off
to recover from the
Kate had only been in her
a few nights before
they were sent to
It was almost dark when they put their horses
Red Bird and Arabian
in the barn and tossed them hay and put oats
in the trough.
Their two pack mules where turned lo
se in the corral and given feed. Kate and Man carried their pack
into the house and Kate hurried to the kitchen t
o start a fire in the fireplace she loved. It was long enough to accommodate several cooking pots and pans as well as heat their home.
Man went outside and brought in wood
to replenish the stack she kept at the end of the hearth.
meal came from their
as they hadn’t taken time to purchase anything to eat on their rush to get home to Coeur d’Alene
a filling meal, the couple went to the bedroom for a comfortable night’s sleep in a
bed. For over two
they had slept on the floor of a
boxcar as they returned from Texas.
The morning light coming through the window woke Kate and she went to
the kitchen to
make coffee and cook breakfast. A few minutes later, she heard Man on the porch drawing water from their well. She peeked and saw him shaving and humming an old tune.
Her eyes feasted on her
husband and she recalled the
first time she saw his
shaved his shaggy beard
d been on the trail for several days and
survived an ambush
by outlaws wanting his winter supplies. Kate
nursed him back to health in a small cabin high in the mountains.
They were never sure which state their cabin was located in, not that it mattered. There were miles and miles of uninhabited land in every direction.
survived an Indian massacre on the Oregon Trail and took refuge in his cabin. It was fortunate
for both of them. She would have died without food and
a place to spend the winter.
He would have died on the trail where she
found him severely wounded
Kate offered a sigh of contentment and went back to cooking their breakfast. When they finished, she leaned back and sipped a cup of hot coffee.
“Mr. Manchester,” she said. “Do you remember when we first met, after you were able,
we worked our tail o
ff getting ready for the winter?”
“Of course I remember that. Y
ou were almost a slave driver.”
“Well,” she said. “W
eed to do the same now. There’s hay to be harvested
for the animals. A supply of firewood must be cut and stacked before snow is so deep we can’t.”
Man offered a playful, teasing groan, but then said, “I’ll do
the firewood if you’ll cut the hay. Leave it in piles and we can use the wagon to bring it to the barn.”
“A deal,” she said. She went to change into her old
skins for the outside work. They both wore deerskin clothing when working on a case. An Indian woman at The Fort made for them. The wife of a friend of theirs made the original
clothing from soft deerskin
he was later killed by slave traders capturing young Indian women for sale on the coast.
Man watched Kate
putting on the old stained skins and notic
ed she had put his on the bed.
“They are old and worn,
” she said,
good enough to wear while you’re chopping
’t complain and dutifully pulled them on. They went to the
barn where she got the scythe. H
e picked up an ax
and his rifle
and they went to the meadow they
bought with the house.
Man spotted a dead tree and went to work. Kate selected an area with tall grass and began to cut it.
a scythe was easy for her since she
learned as a child back in Iowa.
With four animals to feed for the
she knew they needed a large supply.
The snow would cover the grass so deep the horses and mules couldn’t graze.
Man was busy cutting the branches from the log when he looked up and saw two young men
riding an old mule
He walked to where he
put his Winchester rifle. He and Kate never went anywhere without their weapons.
The two lads
opped on the road and walked
to where Man waited.
“My name is Roy
this is my brother
,” the older of the two said.
We’re looking for work and are good at swinging an ax
or cutting hay
Man looked over the young men. He gauged the older to be about eighteen, the younger about sixteen. They both had shaggy light brown hair
seen the inside of a barbershop.
Man took a moment to size them up and decided they were decent kids looking for work. He knew honest eyes when he saw them.
uch do you charge?”
“We’ll give you a full day of hard labo
r for a dollar each,
“You’re hired,” Man said.
en do you want us to start?” Roy
Man tossed him the ax. “I’ll
go to the barn for another. Dan
, bring your mule and put him in the corral. You can bring back another ax.
“Will do,” Dan said.
, cut the trees in this fenced area
,” Man said as he gestured toward the old fence
Choose dead trees to start with. They need to be thinned out so new ones can grow to take their place.
It looks like a fire killed them a long time ago. I want the logs spl
it and cut in fireplace lengths
Man and Dan
went to the barn and put the mule in with the others. “He looks like he could use so
me groceries,” Man said.
are larger and will whip him away from the t
ou had better
bring him inside.
led the mule in
the barn and Man gestured toward a stall.
Put him in there and give him a full bucket of oats and hay.”
They watched the hungry mule eating the grain for a minute. “It’s be
en ages since he had grain,” Dan