Time-Traveling Cowboy

Highlighting My Newest Novel
… as I’m completing its sequel

By Jeff Salter

Since it’s free week here at 4F1H, and since my 17th fiction title was released just two months ago, I figured it must be time to remind everybody about Vol. 1 in the series, “Rose for All Time” — Cowboy Out of Time.
It’s additionally on my mind at the moment because I’m just finishing up the fourth draft of its sequel, which I hope to submit to the publisher by the end of this current month.

Concept:

At closing time, a therapist in a small town social services facility is pressured to assist a stranger who’s dressed as an 1880s cowboy, acts like one, and seems to think that’s where he was until he woke up this morning.

Amazon Review:

Delightful time travel tale

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May 4, 2019

Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase

I enjoyed this book from the first page to the last. It’s a delightful time travel tale with a combination of story, humor, romance and mystery. We’ve had a rainy spring and this was a perfect novel to come home after a long day at work to read. The characters are well-drawn and the plot intriguing. I recommend it to any reader!

 

Blurb:

Dumped in my lap at a few minutes before five o’clock on Friday — the deputy wants to drop off a confused wanderer? Our Social Services aren’t equipped to handle a tall, rustic cowboy who looks like he just stepped out of a movie Western… dust included.

But the deputy’s gone and the cowboy is suddenly my responsibility. Or is it the other way around? Hunt Weston announces he’s come here to protect me! From what or whom, he doesn’t know. But he’s come a long way… in both distance and time. Yeah, this Weston character claims when he went to sleep last night, it was 1885. That’s a hundred years ago.

No ID, no proof of his claims — unless you count the authentic vintage clothing and that original Colt Peacemaker strapped to his hip. Other than his gun and a rugged Bowie knife, this cowboy’s only possessions are 32 silver dollars… all minted before 1885. And the only documentation he possesses is a torn half of a playing card… with my name, this town and county, and the date October 6 — two days from now.

Weston can’t explain anything… indeed, he doesn’t understand it himself. In fact, if anyone had tried to convince him that he’d traveled 100 years overnight, he would’ve laughed in their face. But here he is… sent by a mysterious stranger to protect me, Elvira Rose Roamer.

Oh, did I mention that when Weston saw the name, Elvira Rose, on the top half of that card, he thought he was being sent to protect my great-great-grandmother, Elvira Rose Bolling — whom he’d met and grown fond of… back in 1885?

 

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[JLS # 442]

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