Today, I’m doing something a little different – I’m handing my blog over to Sandra Cox, whose latest novel Keeper Tyree is out now. Before I took my extended hiatus, sharing books by my author friends and having guest posts was one of my favourite things, so now I’m fully back into the swing of things, you might find a few more people popping up.
But today, it’s all Sandra’s… Take it away, Sandra!
Thanks so much for hosting me, Annalisa, and helping me get the word out about Keeper.
The cowboy word of the day: zitted.
Like we do today, the cowboys of the old West used a good bit of slang. My favorite word, which you’ll find in most of my Western’s is zitted. Zitted was used to denote speed. They use it as we use zipped or sped today. The bullet zitted by his ear.
Keeper Tyree is an aging bounty hunter who lives by his own set of rules. He’s a hard man, but he’s just, and his word is his bond. He’s a loner and likes it that way. Then Cathleen O’Donnell catapults into his life looking to hire his gun. Josiah Pardee has killed her boy, and she’s out for vengeance. Somehow all his hard and fast rules, including working alone and minding his own business, crumbles in the face of the immovable widow he now works for. He finds himself rescuing soiled doves, a myopic bookworm more suited to city life than the Wild West, and an hombre being dragged to death by angry cardplayers as he tracks down the murdering sidewinder Josiah Pardee.
No tinny piano. No rotgut whiskey. No barroom brawls. Just peace, quiet and the early morning sun, shining through white ruffled curtains, warming the back of Keeper Tyree’s neck and soothing his arthritis. He brought his coffee to his lips and sighed with pleasure. Like his landlady it was strong and full-bodied, just the way he liked.
Molly, the owner of the boarding house he resided in, came by with the coffeepot. She winked at him and, giggling, moved out of reach when he went to pat her fanny, disappearing into the kitchen where the smells of breakfast potatoes, steak and eggs loosened his muscles and had his stomach growling in anticipation.
Heels clicked on the spotless, honey-colored wood floor. A woman so thin, she’d be lost if she turned sideways, approached from the doorway. She’d be striking if slashes of grief didn’t line her mouth and despair turn her eyes to a wintery slate blue. Still, they met his, direct and unswerving. A black ribbon held back hair as dark as a raven’s wing, except for streaks of white at the temples. Cheekbones sharp enough to cut paper held no color.
She stopped in front of him.
“Ma’am.” The chair scraped across the floor as he pushed to his feet.
“Are you Keeper Tyree?”
“Do you know of Josiah Pardee?”
“I do.” He stuck his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels, his voice rough and raspy from too much whiskey and too many cigars.
“He killed my son over a saloon tart. My boy wasn’t even armed.” The woman looked brittle as dry timber. He fancied if he rested a hand on her arm it would break like kindling. Only her voice and eyes showed emotion. A fire burning almost out of control leaped bright and violent behind her eyes, taking them from wintery blue-gray to heated sapphire.
“You have my sympathy.”
The almond-shaped eyes drilled into him. “I don’t want your sympathy. I want your gun. I want that man as cold and dead as my son.”
Sandra is a vegetarian, animal lover and avid gardener, and also writes as S. Cox. She lives with her husband, their dog and cats in sunny North Carolina.
Her stories consist of all things Western and more. She is a category bestselling Amazon author, Eppie finalist and award winner.
You can buy Keeper Tyree right here
You can learn more about Sandra on her website and by following her on Twitter
6 thoughts on “Guest Post: Sandra Cox introduces Keeper Tyree!”
Hi Annalisa – it’s good to see Sandra here – I’m glad to learn the meaning of zitted … I’d had other thoughts! She has lots of supporters for her Westerns … so I wish her well … Keeper Tyree sounds a fun read – cheers and happy weekends – Hilary
I’m not sure we should ask which direction your thoughts went 😂 I love learning new words… or I guess in this case, old words.
Hi Hils! Thanks so much for the kind words and well wishes.
Take special care.
Thanks for letting me visit your lovely blog. It’s much appreciated.
Lovely to have you here, Sandra. Good luck with the book x
Hey Annalisa, Thanks for all the continued coverage.
Hope you had a wondrous weekend.
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