Mexican Gray Wolf Video

I guested blog at Petticoats and Pistols on Saturday, April 17, 2010 about the Mexican Gray Wolf, (Lobo)

One of the comments were made about an episode that was on PBS titled, "The Wolf that Changed America" So I had to watch it and it moved me beyond words.

The tears streamed down my face. So, here is the link, Please watch it and spread the word

http://tinyurl.com/5jqszr

I hope the killings stop before it is too late

This post I dedicate to Lobo, his mate for their courage and to trapper Seton for dedicating his life to help the wolf.

Walk in harmony,

Melinda

Guest Blogging at Petticoats and Pistols

I will be a guest blogger at Petticoats and Pistols tomorrow, Saturday April 17th. I hope you stop by and leave a comment then your name will be entered to win a dreamcatcher keychain. I have two to give away. I will be talking about the Mexican Gray Wolf, aka Lobos.

Here is the link

http://www.petticoatsandpistols.com/

Walk in harmony,

Melinda

Harlequin Love Inspired Historical Author, Linda Ford

I am honored today to have Harlequin Love Inspired Histroical Romance Author, Linda Ford visitng with me today here at Walk in Harmony. Here is an excerpt from her book, "The Cowboy's Baby"











Chapter One
Steveville, Dakota Territory
May 1876
The pounding on the door threatened to bring down the roof. Twenty-year-old Anna Caldwell resisted an urge to call for patience as she raced to answer the summons before the racket wakened the baby. Nothing made eighteen-month-old Dorrie crankier than having her afternoon nap cut short.
Anna paused long enough to take in a deep breath, lift her head and compose her expression to reveal none of her annoyance. After all, as the preacher's daughter and his housekeeper, she was expected to maintain a high standard of conduct. She pulled open the door and fell back half a step gasping as her lungs spasmed so tight her chest hurt. "You. What are you doing here?"
Colby Bloxham stood before her, as handsome as ever. No. Even more handsome if that were possible. His dark blond hair fell past his ears, the ends faded by the sun. His blue eyes shone as bright as the sky behind him.
The back of her eyes stung and her throat burned as she recognized similar features she saw every day in the sweet face of Dorrie—his daughter. He'd left her—abandoned her—to Anna's care. Surely, he didn't intend to upset the pleasant arrangement. He wouldn't dare.
He tipped the brim of his hat back with the barest flick of one finger. "Hello."
Anna stiffened her spine. "What do you want?" She kept her voice calm.
Colby's grin widened with self-assured confidence that she would welcome him again. His eyes smiled even more beguilingly than his mouth.
She didn't welcome him. She wouldn't. With a coolness she didn't feel, she ran her gaze up and down his length hoping to convey how unwelcome he was. His dun-colored trousers and tan shirt were faded in the areas that took more wear but surprisingly clean.
"I've come back."