Leah Clayborn is seventeen, newly orphaned and accustomed to a genteel life in Ohio. She arrives in Horse Flatts, Nebraska, in the year 1894 to make her home on a cattle ranch owned by a mysterious Uncle Simon she has never met. Intrigue, romance and mystery will grip the reader’s interest as the characters move through a tangle of sorrow, tragedy and love.





An excerpt from COME GREEN GRASS, the first book in the Sandhill Trilogy:

Leah awoke with a start and sat up in the cramped train seat.  The conductor was ambling down the aisle announcing in his bored, flat voice that they had at long last reached the town with the peculiar name of Horse Flats.  She cupped her hands to the rain-splattered window and peered into the murkiness of the early spring evening.  All that could be seen was a small clapboard depot and the blurred movement of boarding passengers fleeing from the rain.

Leah bent to tug at her heavy  valise from beneath the seat, dislodging her stiff-brimmed hat.  Mumbling an unladylike word she had learned while staying with kindly but pugnacious Mrs Cramfy in Ohio, she jerked the ugly black hat into place and stepped into the aisle.

Outside, Leah paused on the partially sheltered train steps, a small, blond girl in black.  Her home-died mourning apparel and the hat did not hide the fact she was pretty—unusually pretty.  Leah straightened her slim shoulders and breathed deeply of the clean damp, air.  Thank heavens the long train ride from Ohio was over.  Her whole body felt stiff and cramped.  As she stood there, her eyes searching the shadowed platform, she noted a man standing on the lee side of a stack of freight watching her.  Just as their eyes met, he moved forward.

He was tall with broad shoulders, perhaps thirty years old, wearing a rain-shined slicker that slapped at the top of his boots with each stride.  Water dripped from the brim of his hat.

At the foot of the steps he halted.  Sharp, blue eyes glinted up at her from a face with a certain lean, craggy handsomeness despite his stern expression.  He spoke curtly, “You’re Simon Claiborne’s niece?