With WIND RIVER RANCHER Lindsay McKenna continues her Wind River series that centers on a ranching community that has concentrated efforts on helping returning Vets. Men and women basically left floundering without any valuable dependable resources. Many who suffer from mental, emotions and physical issues after leaving the military. It is an age old problem and since government seems to be lacking somehow in its reach out program, well it's up to the private citizen to pick up the slack.
Lindsay McKenna has a soft spot for these Vets but at the same time acknowledges that they do not need or want charity, they need opportunity to pick themselves up by the proverbial boot strap and what better venue than ranching.
WIND RIVER RANCHER centers on the fact that for many returning servicemen and women it's as if they leave one hell and return home to another. It amazes me how much insight Lindsay McKenna has into the psyche and emotions of these Vets. Many seem to enter the service to get away from a less than gracious home life.
As Shay begins to face her problems dealing with her abusive alcoholic father she recognizes her kinship with some of the wranglers now working on her ranch. One of Shay's issues is trying to handle her own problems, those with her father, the ranch and her own PTSD. Any one of these would bring a lesser person to their knees. But although Shay doesn't acknowledge it, she is essentially a very strong woman. The love, caring and trust she shares with her wranglers is just the support she needs.
With Reese there's more at play. He has become Shay's calm in the storm. Reese is beginning to hold a special place in Shays life and the feeling is mutual. But these two people firmly believe they are damaged. So sad, and yet in WIND RIVER RANCHER Lindsay McKenna saves us the best seat in the house as the drama unwinds and joy returns to these fine men and woman.
When Shay and Reese look in their mirrors their reflection isn't of a person of value, but what they see is not what people around them see. The job is an awesome one for Shay, Reese and their wranglers. They need to see their worth, value and what they bring to the table.
WIND RIVER RANCHER is an amazing look at a very current problem. Returning Vets need help. WIND RIVER RANCHER shows what one community can accomplish. Lindsay McKenna does not sugar coat any of the issues. But instead brilliantly illustrates the unique talents returning servicemen and woman have and how smart people employee these trusted, intelligent and caring folks.
The new novel from the bestselling author of Wind
River Wrangler
Something to hold on to . . .
Not so long ago, Reese Lockhart was commanding a company
of
Marines. Now his life is spiraling out of control. The
Bar C
ranch outside Jackson Hole, Wyoming may be his last
chance
to save himself . . .
Shaylene Crawford, an Afghanistan veteran herself, knows
all
too well the demons of PTSDβthatβs why sheβs determined
to
turn her familyβs cattle ranch into a place where wounded
warriors can work, find a home, and rebuild their souls.
Her
embittered father nearly drank and gambled the place
away,
but with help from a small crew of vetsβincluding the
newest
arrival, the quietly compelling Reese Lockhartβshe
intends
to hold on to her dream. And when someone tries to
destroy
that dream, Reese will do whatever it takes to defend her
. . .
Reese Lockhartβs stomach was tight with hunger as he
stood at the outskirts of a small Wyoming town called
Wind River. The sign indicated a population of two
thousand.
Heβd gone a month without decent food. Six inches
of snow stood on the sides of the road where heβd walked
the last ten miles on 89A north. It headed toward Jackson
Hole, where he was hoping to find work.
The town, for a Monday afternoon, was pretty slow. A
couple of pickup trucks came and went, a few people
walked along the sidewalks on either side of the highway
that ran through the center of town. He halted outside
Beckerβs Hay and Feed Store, an aged redbrick building
standing two stories high. The red tin roof was steep and
sunlight reflected off it, making Reese squint. Bright
lights
now hurt his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, feeling the fear of rejection once
again, he pushed open the door to the store. Would he get
yelled at by the owner? Told to get out? It was early May
and snow had fallen the night before. The sleepy town of
Wind River still had slush on its streets midday.
The place was quiet, smelled of leather, and he saw a
man in his sixties, tall, lean, and with silver hair,
sitting
behind the counter. He was sitting on a wooden stool that
was probably the same age as he was, an ancient-looking
calculator in his work-worn hands as he methodically
punched the buttons.
Girding himself, ignoring the fact he hadnβt eaten in two
days, Reeseβs gaze automatically swung around the huge
establishment. A hay and feed store was something he was
familiar with. Maybe the owner wanted some part-time
help. He needed to make enough money to buy a decent
meal.
Shoving away the shame he felt over his situation, he
saw the man lift his head, wire-rim spectacles halfway
down his large nose, his blue eyes squinting at Reese as
he
approached the long wooden counter.
βHowdy, stranger. Can I help you?β the man asked.
βMaybe,β Reese said. βIβm looking for work. I saw you
have several big barns out back, and a granary. Do you
have
any openings?β Automatically, Reese tensed. He knew he
looked rough with a monthβs worth of beard on his face,
and his clothes were dirty and shabby. At one time, heβd
been a Marine Corps captain commanding a company of
120 Marines. And heβd been damn good at it untilβ
βIβm Charlie Becker, the owner,β the man said, shifting
and thrusting his hand across the desk toward him.
βWelcome to Wind River. Who might you be?β
βReese Lockhart,β he said, and he gripped the manβs
strong hand. He liked Charlieβs large, watery eyes
because
he saw kindness in them. Reese was very good at assessing
people. Heβd kept his Marines safe and helped them
through
their professional and personal ups and downs over the
years he commanded Mike Company in Afghanistan. Charlie
was close to six feet tall, lean like a rail, and wore a
white cowboy shirt and blue jeans. Reese sensed this
older
gentleman wouldnβt throw him out of here with a curseβ
or even worse, call law enforcement and accuse him of
trespassing.
The last place where heβd tried to find some work, theyβd
called him a druggie and told him to get the hell out; he
smelled. While walking the last ten miles to Wind River,
Reese had stopped when he discovered a stream on the
flat,
snow-covered land, and tried to clean up the best he
could.
The temperature was near freezing as heβd gone into the
bushes, away from the busy highway, and stripped to his
waist. Heβd taken handfuls of snow and scrubbed his body,
shivering, but hell, that was a small price to pay to try
to not
smell so bad. He hadnβt had a real shower in a month,
either.
βYou a vet, by any chance?β Charlie asked, his eyes
narrowing speculatively upon Reese.
βYes, sir. Marine Corps.β He said it with pride.
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