"Linda Broday once again creates unforgettable characters"
Reviewed by Sandra Wurman
Posted September 30, 2021
Romance Holiday | Romance Historical | Romance Western
Fans of Linda Broday's Lone Star Legend series finally get to spend time with Sam Legend. Sam Legend seems to be the least civilized of the broad, numerous Legend clan. Sam likes his quiet, solitude. But even this bear of a man knows the downside of his habits. Perhaps this is just the season to show Sam that there is indeed a way to ease out of his self-enforced loneliness. And that just might be the erasable Miss Cheyenne Ronan.
Family is wonderful, at times just too much, but there’s no denying that the one thing Sam and Cheyenne share is their respect for family and tradition. Cheyenne has been teaching Apache children until recently. She lost that position when she balked at the dismissal of the Apache treatment. Learning was important. Tradition was vital to one’s soul.
Sam has been using his time to hone his craft into a business. Cheyenne is trying to discover what the future holds for her. They have more in common than they would believe. As remote as Sam has been since the death of his young wife, he remained connected, albeit by a thin thread, to the large legend brood. In fact, Sam is intent on selling his knives in time to cash out for Christmas gifts. His generosity extends to a group of young children in need of some seasonal happiness.
The community is still rather rough around the edges. And even though the Legend property is far-reaching, there are those that feel free to sow their wild oats. Safety is foremost. And it now appears as though Cheyenne has caught Sam’s eye and his interest in keeping her safe has risen above his desire for self-imposed solitude.
Sam feels the need to separate from the family in some part to protect them. He failed to protect his wife. He lives with that guilt. Now though perhaps something has changed. Will Sam take a chance on a life and perhaps a new love. Or will the fickle hand of fate catch up to him? Can he take a chance making someone else a target for the evil stalking him?
As always, Linda Broadway includes a delightful cast of characters in A COWBOY CHRISTMAS LEGEND. We are reintroduced to many of the Legend family. Cheyenne and Sam quickly become important to the reader. Linda Broday makes short work in getting us invested in their lives and story. The scenery is rough but beautifully described with a loving eye. We even have a wolf-dog named Shadow to round out this engaging cast. A COWBOY CHRISTMAS LEGEND is a classic mixture of good versus evil. A classic novel from Linda Broday with just the right amount of intrigue and angst combined with love, family, tradition, and the holiday season. A COWBOY CHRISTMAS LEGEND finds a place of honor in the Legend Family series penned by the creative Linda Broday.
SUMMARY
This stunning, emotional, and redemptive historical Western romance by bestselling author Linda Broday will leave you cozy and warm this Christmas season.
Devastated by grief, Texas Ranger Sam Legend II tries to make a new start in the Texas Panhandle. As a bladesmith, all he needs is a bed, a hot fire, and enough solitude to let him heal after the death of his wife. But when fiery Cheyenne Ronan comes blasting into his tent with accusations, he knows he won't be getting the peace he desires.
From the moment he meets Cheyenne Ronan, Sam's quiet life is anything but. Now he's hunting the men responsible for his wife's murder, tracking down a counterfeiting ring with the Texas Rangers, and caring for a family who finds refuge at her ranch. And with Christmas right around the corner, Sam's got his hands full. But with Cheyenne by his side, he's starting to wonder whether a second chance could be the stuff of Legend.
ExcerptSam Legend startled from a deep sleep to the whisper of a sound. Or was it a mere dream?
He lay still and listened a moment but heard nothing more. Finally, he rubbed sleep from his eyes and sat up, reaching for his pocket watch. He fumbled around until he located the matches and struck one. The hands showed a little after midnight. He reached for the blanket on his bed and pulled it over the pair of faded red long johns, then grabbed the Colt from under his pillow. He didn’t bother with boots and skirted the fire on the floor in the middle of the room.
Still listening to every sound, he slowly pulled back the flap of his wickiup. Cold November air rushed in, drawing a shiver. The abode of sticks and grass proved little protection against the elements on the best of days, and during winter in the high plains of the Panhandle, it was downright piss-poor.
He quickly scanned the area and saw no flicker of movement. Maybe some animal had caused the noise. From the top of the rocky escarpment where he’d made his home, he stared across the dark expanse of the barren landscape, watching far-off streaks of lightning.
Silence, his constant companion, skulked against his skin like a thief looking to steal a man’s peace. Unending days of aloneness created fear that he might become completely uncivilized like some mad dog and try to bite everyone he ran across. A year ago, his adopted brother called him “prickly” and his little sister used the word “crabby.” They should see him now.
Some folks had told him he leaned toward the mountain man look, with dark hair flowing wild to his shoulders, an unkempt mustache, and long beard. Fair to say, he didn’t resemble a single one of his famous Legend family, owners of the largest ranch in North Texas.
That suited him fine. He didn’t have to explain to anyone why he’d become a recluse.
A whine drew his focus, accompanied by a familiar nudge on his hand. Sam glanced down at the gray-and-silver dog that had wandered up last year and decided this was her home. Shadow and he were a perfect match, since neither liked most people. The dog most definitely had a great deal of wolf in her.
“Hey there.” Sam patted the sleek head, meeting the intelligent gray eyes glancing up at him. “We’re quite a pair.”
Shadow whined and nuzzled his hand. Then she pulled back and pricked her ears at some noise that escaped Sam.
“What is it, girl?”
With a soft huff, the wolf dog turned to go back inside, telling him everything he needed to know.
Sam seemed to have lost what sense he had, standing out there in faded red long johns, freezing his rear off. He glanced at the small shed that housed a cold forge and sighed. He’d have to keep it going strong throughout the next day to complete the Christmas knife orders. Sam loved plying the bladesmith trade, and the creative opportunities it afforded fulfilled something deep inside that was hard to explain. The fun part was turning his imagination loose and seeing what he could design. His knives had begun to gain recognition for both craftsmanship and quality, which meant he had to talk to more and more people. Dammit!
Finding all this reflection bothersome, Sam slipped inside and lowered the flap. Stoking the fire, he crawled back beneath the covers. The soft crackle and pop of the fire lulled him to sleep in no time.
A sudden burst of air rushed into the crude abode. A fleeting image crossed his vision.
Was this just another crazy dream?
Or was it more of the danger that existed far outside of town?
He started to throw back the covers when a figure ran across the room and leaped on him. “Where is he?” the attacker growled. “What did you do with the man living here? Kill him?”
Shadow lunged at the intruder, teeth bared. The voice, belonging to a woman, spoke gently to the dog. “I have no quarrel with you, Taklishim. Quiet.” The obedient animal lay down.
Sam struggled to get his bearings. The pressure at his throat had to be a sharp blade. That much was clear. He swallowed very slowly and glanced up, moving nothing but his eyes.
Long hair hung over her shoulders; the ends of a few strands brushed his cheek like the whisper of silk. She seemed tall. Slender.
The firelight revealed strong facial features, though not the color of her shadowed eyes, and led him to believe she was probably pretty. The woman sitting on his chest had curves in all the right places. Even though Sam hadn’t been to town in a blue moon, or been with a woman longer than that, he recognized that softness.
“Who the hell are you, lady, and what do you want?”
“I ask the questions.” She pressed the blade against his windpipe and growled. “What happened to the man living here?”
“He died.”
“Liar!”
Anger swept over him. “You got some nerve!”
For the first time, her glance wavered, and the sharp edges of her face cast a softer shadow. “When did he pass?”
“About four months ago.”
“You’d say anything to save your hairy neck.”
“Come daylight, I’ll take you to his grave.”
She snorted. “Name one reason why I should believe you.”
“Because it’s the truth?” Sam eyed the woman with fire in her eyes. He wondered who she was. Tarak had been pretty old. Maybe a great-granddaughter?
When he caught her casting a curious glance around the room, he grabbed her arms and flipped her onto her back. He held her arms above her head, the knife still in her hand. Her chest heaved with seething anger. Though she wore some kind of long duster, her deerskin dress indicated a Native. Comanche? Apache? Both had occupied this area until forced onto reservations. Maybe she’d walked off one.
“My turn now. Who are you?”
Her eyes, glistening pools of black in the dim light, stared silently up. Rage tightened every inch of her supple body. If she got free, she’d probably plunge that blade into his heart faster than he could spit.
She remained stubbornly mute. Finally, she grated out, “One you should fear.”
Maybe he should, but his gut wasn’t screaming that loud a warning. At least not yet. “Was Tarak your grandfather?”
“No. A friend.”
“Lady, this is twice tonight I’ve had my sleep interrupted. I’m tired and I have a full day of work looking at me come daylight.” He got off and pulled her up, taking the knife from her. Looking around, he tugged her toward the large trunk in the corner, three paces from the bed. He found a long strip of rawhide. He lowered her to the pile of furs and lashed her to the trunk, not too tightly though, lest he mar her skin. “That should hold you ’til first light and we can sort all this out.” He tucked a warm blanket around her.
“My pinto. I need…” She sighed. “Looks like rain.”
That a woman in her predicament would think about her horse surprised him a little. But then he recalled how gently she’d spoken to Shadow. She liked animals.
“Where is the horse? I’ll get it out of the weather.”
“She’s north about a hundred yards out, tied to a mesquite.” A moment later she muttered, “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.” He wasn’t about to let a horse stand the rest of the night freezing to death. He pulled on his britches and boots and went out into the wind that had kicked up, cussing a blue streak that he’d forgotten his coat.
The horse was right where the woman said. Sam lost no time getting the animal into the warmth of a small lean-to with his Appaloosa. He removed the saddle before rushing back inside his grass-and-twig house. “I put your pinto with my horse.” Sam pulled off his boots.
“Thank you, kuruk.”
Sam paused midway of yanking off his britches. “What did you call me?”
“Kuruk. That means bear in Apache. When I was on top of you, I wasn’t sure if you were man or beast. Why do you want all that hair? You must be lazy.”
She appeared to form an instant opinion about everything.
Sam grunted. “Makes it harder for you to slit my throat. I’m surprised you even found my skin.”
“Hmph! Muy loco.”
The Spanish words for crazy he understood. Sam crawled back in his bed and tugged the covers around his chin. “Try not to snore.”
Questions circled, keeping him awake. Then when the rain started, he finally put the blanket over his head. But nothing could blot out the driven, determined lady who’d reminded him he wasn’t near dead yet.
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1 comment posted.
Re: Linda Broday once again creates unforgettable characters
Bless you for these kind words, Sandra! After reviewing so
many of my books, you're like family. Thank you for another
awesome review. I write from the heart--and by the seat of
my pants. Ha! I never know where my characters will take me
but I trust them so I follow. Sam and Cheyenne are
unforgettable characters who belonged together. I had a lot
of fun writing this with the grizzled Cap's brand of humor
and the sweetness of the two kids, Aaron and Ellen.
Christmas is a time of miracles and I hope readers will
find theirs.
(Linda Broday 10:27am September 30, 2021)
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