Winterkill

As he drove, he thought of Mrs. Gardiner—how she might feel if her husband’s body had been simply left where it was for the night.

“Are you cold?

Sheridan stared back, scared, squeezing her sisters’ hands tighter.

in the bronze pickup could see the meadow there would be a wide choice of targets

hunter would simply drive by, deep in the trees

Gordon Crawford, one of my oldest friends, was the first to introduce me to the art of falconry.

“In the crowded field of crime fiction, C.