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.
Kirby Jonas
Author of the number one best selling Death of
an Eagle
Various Excerpts
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.
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