A Single Match
Montana's Madison Range — a Two-Timeframe Thriller
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Brian Striefel
Este título utiliza narración de voz virtual
Voz Virtual es una narración generada por computadora para audiolibros..
Casey found a twice-abandoned gold camp, and as the new claim holder, he cleared an entire month for exploration — finally some quality time with Lisa and ranch-dog Alice? A gorgeous log mansion anchors the claim. Unfortunately, its past hasn’t entirely passed. Alice notices it first, her moods jubilant upstairs, sullen around Casey, protective of Lisa. Two teenage girls wintered here in 1863. It did not go well.
A Single Match evolves in two timeframes, initially lighthearted but slowly turning dark. It nurtures an unusual alliance stretching across time, and shows how past heroics can stir modern courage.
Never count out Alice.
Dust Cover Intro
One thing feels quite obvious in my life. This rancher boyfriend deserves the boot.
I drunkenly proposed to a local musician before confronting reality and giving my Montana rancher one more chance. On second thought, that first thought seems hasty. Casey just filed a mining claim, impatiently criticizing some poor land-officer while I feign interest in a dead trout mounted like it still stands a chance. The fish illusion and Casey probably share similar odds.
“Nobody finds any gold up there.” The young woman’s hurt eyes follow him out the door. “And this claim, the last owner walked out mid-winter, almost froze . . . ” Casey’s pickup horn cuts her short. “Listen, are you OK?”
“I hate the mountains, but that’s where we’re going,” my answer surprises us both. “Don’t worry, I can handle Casey. This trip will decide if I want to do that forever.”
Her nostrils flare a little. “I think I’d just kill him.”
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