|Annie Laurie by Rod McFain (280 pages
perfect bound), ISBN: 0-9709155-0-0. $12.95 plus $3.00 shipping and
handling. The time is 1868, and a treaty between the American
Government and the Sioux Nation threatens the long established home
of seventy-one settlers in the Bighorn Mountains. Annie
Laurie is a novel of the human spirit, of life . . . and of death.
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About the book
Annie Laurie is a beautiful woman with dark, auburn-highlighted hair and soft brown eyes. Although she realizes his short comings, she is passionately in love with Gray Wehr.
Wehr’s wanderlust has often taken him out of his valley home, where an unsought gun reputation haunts his life. Although having come home ostensibly to stay, he finally gives into Annie and agrees to take her, his sister, and four friends on an arduous and dangerous journey through Sioux territory to Ft. Laramie, and back home.
What Others are Saying
Rod McFain writes in a rolling forward-pressing style that will have even the sleepiest reader wanting to turn that “one more page.” Annie Laurie spills over with good humor, with realism, with the grit of the Old West. The dialogue, the poetry of the landscape that is put across with so much obvious love of the West . . . these are the things that will mark McFain’s writings for years to come and make him a novelist any reader of the West would be proud to display on their shelves.
Montana daylight stayed late July, and it was only dusk when they slipped out of A Man Afraid Of His Horse’s Tepee. The camp had an almost mystical presence as Indians danced and skipped around small fires to the sounds of drums and chanting. Some were painted and feathered, giving them an almost grotesque appearance in the fading light. Curious squaws with children clinging to them watched and stared as the white eyes left the encampment.
The afternoon visit heated up with Annie telling the generals, Sherman in particular, that the army was not concerned about the little town of High Meadows or the people who lived there. “Just what happens if we don’t want to leave our homes?” Her eyes bore into Sherman. “Do you plan to march your army through and burn us out?”
“Madam,” Sherman shot back, “I have been sitting here wondering why a woman as beautiful as you was not married, but now I can see.”
The big man’s fall was most ungraceful. One of his arms swung across the bar, knocking off a couple of glasses and the half-full whiskey bottle. He went down on his hind end and then flat on his back with his head bouncing off the brass foot rail at the bottom of the bar. He came to a rest with his mouth and left eye wide open. His right eye was shut, and blood was spurting from a gash that extended from his ear to his eyebrow.
About the Author
Born in Jerseyville, Illinois and raised in the greater St. Louis, Missouri
area, Rod McFain has had a lifelong love of the Old West. Rod currently
lives in Boise, Idaho with his wife Linda, son Nate, and eight horses.