This is a review of a Western novel by Phil MIlls, Jr. that I just posted on Amazon. I copied and pasted it here to save retyping it. I enjoyed my read of it. Hope you do as well.
Where the Wildflowers Dance
Where the Wildflowers Dance starts with a dance at the\ ranch house of John Meadows in Wyoming. The dance is for Sarah Meadows, John's daughter, who has just returned home after some time of absence living in Nebraska.
A man she met in Nebraska, Jason Neal, follows Sarah all the way to Wyoming with the intentions of marrying her. Evidently, Neal is the only one aware of this marriage. She turns him down and this causes Neal to pitch a bitch, becoming so obnoxious that several of John Meadows men are forced to escort him outside. They sit him on his horse and send him packing. He lands in the town of nearby Chugwater. He hires a couple of hard-case gunmen and proceeds to take control of the town and the nearby ranches. He turns from a meek, mild attorney into a stunning tyrant.
Sarah has her mind fixed to marry another man. Jake Summers is a power of strength, courage, moral and mental authority directly opposite of the man Neal.
In the course of taking over the region, Neal finds he must rid himself of Jake Summers. He send out a small band of toughs and catch Jake out far from home and help. Jake is shot and thinking the man dead, the men toss him off a bluff and leave him there for the wolves. Instead, two young boys herding sheep find him there, still living but horribly wounded. The boys fetch their pap and he moves Jake to his house.
Jake wakes up to find himself in a small home of strangers, but even he, himself, is a stranger, for he has lost his memory. Through the tender ministrations of the sheep owner's wife, he recovers his wounds. But his memory is gone.
In time he does reclaim his memory and arrives back at the Meadows ranch in time to put up a battle against evil forces that are attempting to take the ranch from it's rightful owner.
This is as far as I can go with this without giving away too much, and I for one, hate an ol' boy who gives away the ending of a book.
Pick up a copy of Where the Wildflowers Dance. I guarantee you that you'll enjoy this book, written by a man with the eye of an artist who paints sunsets with a fine flourish.