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    Time Trails
    Time Trails
    Time Trails
    Ebook34 pages29 minutes

    Time Trails

    By Cindy Holby

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    A Texas Ranger, Rand Cobb, on the trail of his missing partner finds more than he bargained for when a beautiful Time Enforcement Officer Shay McCoy appears in front of him. Will the two of them be able to stop the rips in time before its effects split Rand's life and end it forever?

    LanguageEnglish
    Publishercindyholbybooks
    Release dateAug 29, 2011
    ISBN9781465786371
    Time Trails
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    Cindy Holby

    Cindy Holby is published in multiple genres. She writes historical westerns and fantasy. Under the name Colby Hodge she writes sci/fi romance. Under the name Kassy Tayler she writes Young Adult.

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      Time Trails - Cindy Holby

      Time Trails

      Cindy Holby

      June 29, 1886

      Texas Ranger Rand Brock nudged the toe of his boot against the swollen mass at the bottom of the wash. He took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his brow before settling it back on his head. It was hot. The kind of hot that made you wonder if hell would be just as bad. Thinking about the heat wasn't making this job any easier.

      He'd seen men who'd been in the water a while. Just like cows they would bloat up and then the skin would burst beneath the hot West Texas sun but this ... it looked as though the body had been chopped up, randomly stuck back together, and then cooked in a pot until it melted into an indistinguishable blob. And that was before it got caught up in the flash flood that carried it down the canyon and left it half buried in the sand.

      He dropped down into a squat and gave it a closer look.

      Unfortunately for Rand, he recognized it, or maybe he should say a part of it. Son of a bitch! His horse, Joe, twisted its ears at his curse and looked at him curiously.

      The face, what was left of it, bore a distinct scar that ran from a missing ear to the corner of its mouth. He jumped back when a scorpion crawled out of the open mouth and quickly scuttered into the rocks that littered the riverbank. Joe pawed the ground behind him and tossed his head as he stretched his lower lip out and waggled it back and forth.

      Go ahead. Laugh it up, Joe. Rand knelt back down to look at the body. I'm sure Hank thinks it pretty funny. There was no doubt in his mind that he was looking at Hank Miller, who was supposed to be on his way to the Federal Prison in Leavenworth along with two other prisoners. His partner, Tom, was their escort. He'd been on the trail of the entire group after the prison wagon turned up empty and burning at the bottom of a ravine. The driver had been alive, barely, and gasped out something about the attack coming from the sky before he'd died of his wounds, which were as big a mystery as his last words.

      He had a big round hole in the middle of his chest like someone or something had stuck a red hot poker

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