Inheriting the Missing

They thought he was a runaway Indian or a criminal, but it was the only chance he had. If he succeeded, the world was his; if not, no one would ever look for his body.

Talon had one round of ammunition, two good horses, and little else. He was nineteen years old and life as he knew it had come to a close. A thousand miles away lay the only thing that looked like a future to him.

If he survived the trip, the land and cabin he had inherited were famous among the nations for being a place of the dead -- where people went in, but they never came out. It was all he had. It was enough to drive him to challenge one thousand miles of trail he had never seen, through a world he had only heard stories of. His only plan was to make a plan as he went.

The first one to take up his trail he wasn't too worried about -- her he could handle. The posse was not as easy to ignore. If you can't outrun your enemy, then you'd better be able to out-think them.

If you want to leave behind the chaos of this modern world for a little while, Don's Windcatcher series is for you, starting with Inheriting the Missing. While these books take you back to a less stressful time in the American West, they have plenty of action, intrigue, and even a bit of romance.

All three books in the Windcatcher series are available in paperback, ebook, and large-print versions. Buy now to start reading.

Author: Donald Hofstetter
Publisher: Tazlina Glacier Publishing
Published: 09/05/2017
Pages: 382
Binding Type: Paperback
Weight: 0.96lbs
Size: 8.00h x 5.25w x 0.85d
ISBN: 9780997005837

About the Author
Hofstetter, Donald: - From Don: "They called them line shacks when I was a pup. They were built in the backcountry for the fence riders to stay in and were built to accommodate a number of people, which was good because we were a family of seven. My step-dad was one of those fence riders. He was a Basque from the Spanish side of the Pyrenees mountains and he worked the ranches all his life, right up until the day they put him into a nursing home. Most ranches were still using horse teams to pull feed wagons and, at least in our case, a buckboard. We used it to get from Big Springs across the nine miles to Pole Creek. We worked those lines, and also the lines at Battle Creek and Big Springs. "A couple of summers we stayed at Big Springs, which was about 60 miles off the Grandview Highway. The meadows in those days were large and beautiful. Nature of all kinds could be seen any day. Outside the meadows were sagebrush and rock breaks. Those were the most interesting to me because of all the animals that like to den there. "It was a great place to grow up and I became totally entranced by the world I lived in. I learned about the little things. Things like tracking a beetle for as far as he went the night before, and where the tracks end, he either buried himself in the soft loamy desert soil or something like a mouse ate him. "As I grew up and started out on my own, I worked a ranch in Nevada but soon came back to Idaho and the high desert country I grew up in. In the course of time, I married and raised 5 of my own children and a good number of other people's." Don spent his last years with his wife Theresa, living in the interior of Alaska in the summer, and spending winters traveling and visiting his children and grandchildren in Idaho, Washington, Oregon, California, and Nevada. Don left this world in May 2018, leaving us with good memories and his stories.