Weeds in the Wiregrass [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Herb Chapman & Muncy Chapman
eBook Category: Historical Fiction
eBook Description: In 1836, the action never stops for Ace Dover's family at the Three Springs Ranch. Rustling and lawlessness prevail in the Florida Territory, and adopted son Treff Ballowe has his hands full trying to protect the TSR pastures. Putting Joel Godwin in the Fort Brooke stockade only intensifies his problems by fueling Grandma Godwin's vow to "see Treff dead". The Dovers' only daughter, feisty, redhead Marvelous, shows her spunk by delivering a neighbor's baby, but can she save her new husband, Hank O'Mara, from the dreaded yellow fever that's sweeping the Territory? When Rusty's horse returns with an empty saddle, the Dover family fears the worst. Can Rusty's love for the Indian maiden who rescues him survive the merger of the two vastly separated cultures? Captain Caleb's paddlewheeler seems perfect for shipping TSR cattle to Cuba, but is the captain to be trusted? These and many other questions haunt Ace Dover as he and Amaly and their children struggle to survive in the rugged Florida Territory.
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, Published: WHISKEY CREEK PRESS, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2005
2 Reader Ratings:
"This story tells about Ace and Amaly Dover and their family trying to make a living in Florida Territory in the early 1800s. You will meet some of their friends, and of course, some of their enemies. They have hardships in their lives, but they also have joy; such as their son being saved by an Indian woman who he later marries. This is a truly enjoyable book which is hard to put down."--Wilma Frana, Word Museum
Treff Ballowe had plenty to occupy his mind this balmy April morning as he sat on the wrap-around porch of the Leon Division headquarters building.
From inside, the smell of bacon and coffee drifted across the air, a sure sign that Hank Tomlinson, longtime cook at this southern division of the Three Springs Ranch, (TSR) would soon be calling him to join his cow hunters for breakfast.
Ordinarily, early morning was Treff's favorite time of the day. He enjoyed watching deer nibbling brush near the oak hammock east of the house and listening to the birds as they began their daily ritual of song. It allowed him a period of peace and relaxation at the start of each new day.
But today his brow wrinkled with concern as he looked over the stretch of flatland leading to the piney woods beyond. He had heard nothing from Paul Billy in several days, and that could spell trouble. Billy was not only a valued employee of many years, but a close friend as well.
And it was this wise and patient Seminole who had taught Treff as a young boy to follow the secret Indian trails through the woods, and to track and hunt wild game like few white men could.