Lee Robert Jackson's ability to detect spoken lies by the odor emitting from the speaker brings a rush of federal agents to Farmers Mill in an effort to hire the young farmer or to prevent him from being used against their agencies. Seedy characters mingle with FBI agents and CIA operatives in a battle of wits.

Fear of lie detecting creates conspiracies from the White House to Congress. Bureaucrats fear the orderly function of their activities hangs in the balance.

Jackson must earn money to regain Four Oaks, Lucy Crabtree's family farm before the fiery redhead will agree to marry him. CIA's beautiful McCoy twins set a trap for him as Sherry, the judge's daughter initiates a campaign of her own to acquire Four Oaks for herself.

The dying Leola watched the Air Force pilot whom Anna loved, and could never have, take her hand and lead her into the living room. She had never seen a more beautiful scene. Anna's dress, sheen of white, molded to the curves of her body in a whispering shuffle as they danced to the soft music. Who could have known that the ten-year-old motherless, freckle-faced, skinny child she had taken as her own would grow to have such beauty and poise? What a bonus for her to have character, leading her to love and nurse those old war veterans under her care. Whether she was the tomboy in overalls repairing a roof or visiting an old man at his whiskey still, there was always the woman-a woman unlike any other. Here was the prize of Leola's Mountain, always caring, educated with funds furnished by a moonshiner and a carpet mill worker. Whether in a white gown or a nurse's uniform, it quietly proclaimed all the purity that was underneath. She was a mountain gal. She was Anna Beam. Brutal and evil men came to harm her and Anna. Could the old moonshiner and his misfit friends save them?

Katrina "Sis" Fletcher along with her brother, Jonah, and friend Sooey, embark on a dangerous mission to deliver a warning by their uncle, Harlan Fletcher, to a cruel land-grabber and murderer in the unsettled Northern High Plains, the wild Dakota Territory in the mid-1870s. Sis is an eighteen-year-old wearing a Colt .45 on her hip and determined to complete her mission. Jonah is two years her junior and an expert with his deceased father's .44 Winchester, having been trained to speed and accuracy since early childhood. Sooey, a six-foot-six four hundred pounds of brute force provides the muscle needed to see them through the battles forced on them by cruel and brutal men. With grit and wit, the three narrowly escape death on the perilous journey and when finally reaching Bitter Root, the town and valley controlled by ruthless killers, they face the toughest fight of their lives. Added to their woes, they must rescue two half-breed sisters having inclinations and designs of their own where Jonah is concerned. They struggle to hang on until their uncle and his seven sons arrive from Kansas. And arrive they do In the fashion of the fighting Fletchers--Winchesters cocked and fingers set to trigger, stepping aside for no man or group and dishing out justice western style

The dying Leola watched the Air Force pilot whom Anna loved, and could never have, take her hand and lead her into the living room. She had never seen a more beautiful scene. Anna's dress, sheen of white, molded to the curves of her body in a whispering shuffle as they danced to the soft music. Who could have known that the ten-year-old motherless, freckle-faced, skinny child she had taken as her own would grow to have such beauty and poise? What a bonus for her to have character, leading her to love and nurse those old war veterans under her care. Whether she was the tomboy in overalls repairing a roof or visiting an old man at his whiskey still, there was always the woman-a woman unlike any other. Here was the prize of Leola's Mountain, always caring, educated with funds furnished by a moonshiner and a carpet mill worker. Whether in a white gown or a nurse's uniform, it quietly proclaimed all the purity that was underneath. She was a mountain gal. She was Anna Beam. Brutal and evil men came to harm her and Anna. Could the old moonshiner and his misfit friends save them?

Lee Robert Jackson's ability to detect spoken lies by the odor emitting from the speaker brings a rush of federal agents to Farmers Mill in an effort to hire the young farmer or to prevent him from being used against their agencies. Seedy characters mingle with FBI agents and CIA operatives in a battle of wits.

Fear of lie detecting creates conspiracies from the White House to Congress. Bureaucrats fear the orderly function of their activities hangs in the balance.

Jackson must earn money to regain Four Oaks, Lucy Crabtree's family farm before the fiery redhead will agree to marry him. CIA's beautiful McCoy twins set a trap for him as Sherry, the judge's daughter initiates a campaign of her own to acquire Four Oaks for herself.

Katrina "Sis" Fletcher along with her brother, Jonah, and friend Sooey, embark on a dangerous mission to deliver a warning by their uncle, Harlan Fletcher, to a cruel land-grabber and murderer in the unsettled Northern High Plains, the wild Dakota Territory in the mid-1870s. Sis is an eighteen-year-old wearing a Colt .45 on her hip and determined to complete her mission. Jonah is two years her junior and an expert with his deceased father's .44 Winchester, having been trained to speed and accuracy since early childhood. Sooey, a six-foot-six four hundred pounds of brute force provides the muscle needed to see them through the battles forced on them by cruel and brutal men. With grit and wit, the three narrowly escape death on the perilous journey and when finally reaching Bitter Root, the town and valley controlled by ruthless killers, they face the toughest fight of their lives. Added to their woes, they must rescue two half-breed sisters having inclinations and designs of their own where Jonah is concerned. They struggle to hang on until their uncle and his seven sons arrive from Kansas. And arrive they do In the fashion of the fighting Fletchers--Winchesters cocked and fingers set to trigger, stepping aside for no man or group and dishing out justice western style