Charlotte Gill spent twenty years working as a tree planter in Canadian forests. In this book, she examines the environmental impact of logging and celebrates the value of forests from a perspective of some one whose work caught them between environmentalists and loggers.

Big Timber, watched over by the Crazy Mountains of Southwest Montana, has always been named for its natural surroundings. Big Timber was originally founded in the late 1800s. An Irish immigrant named the settlement Dornix, from the Gaelic word "durnog," which when translated means "a rock that fits in the hand and is handy for throwing," and there are indeed many such rocks around the region. In 1883, however, when complications with the railroad forced the town to move to its present-day location, it was renamed Big Timber, for the grand and plentiful cottonwood trees along the banks of the nearby Boulder and Yellowstone Rivers. Pioneers began arriving in earnest around 1890, bringing with them sheep, and by 1892, Big Timber was among the world's largest exporters of wool. Later, when a fire devastated the town, the community stood together to rebuild.

He’s back at Cardwell Ranch to find a killer. Ford Cardwell is shocked when his college crush calls him out of the blue — even more so when he hears a gunshot. But when he joins forces with medical examiner Henrietta ‘Hitch’ Rogers, she makes him wonder if the random call was a setup — not a murder. Together, they’ll need to discover the truth, but looking into the case will put them in the sights of a killer. Mills & Boon Intrigue — Seek thrills. Solve crimes. Justice served.

1916. With Frontispiece by Douglas Duer. From the best-selling Western author, Big Timber begins: The Imperial Limited lurched with a swing around the last hairpin curve of the Yale canyon. Ahead opened out a timbered valley, narrow on its floor, flanked with bold mountains, but nevertheless a valley, down which the rails lay straight and shining on an easy grade. The river that for a hundred miles had boiled and snarled parallel to the tracks, roaring through the granite sluice that cuts the Cascade Range, took a wider channel and a leisurely flow. The mad haste had fallen from it as haste falls from one who, with time to spare, sees his destination near at hand; and the turgid Fraser had time to spare, for now it was but threescore miles to tidewater. So the great river moved placidly-as an old man moves when all the headlong urge of youth is spent and his race near run.