Acknowledgments

 

 

To Robert Lee Harmon… for his friendship and for sharing his views on the Civil War. Even though he is one of the kindest human beings I have met, I kept my promise and used his name for the villain just so he could chuckle.

Phillip Hergett… a brilliant writer who broadened my view of the universe and expanded my perception of time. I will always value his friendship.

The Harleys… who were stuck with me on a boat for eight rainy days in Belize and showed me true partnership between a man and a woman. It was their example that made me believe such a union was not only possible, but natural.

The Las Vegas tribe of Paiute Indians… for the research material they supplied. I ask their indulgence for the way I manipulated time and circumstances. I also acknowledge the beautiful words of Woziwob—a message of hope that withstands time.

The descendants of the Gass Family… O.D., Virginia, and especially Fenton made for such wonderful characters.

Kristen Flannery… my daughter, my friend. Thanks for hanging in there through all the years of writing and for always listening to the last chapter and keeping the tradition alive. So glad we "wrote" it this way, this time around.

Lyssa Keusch… who believed in this story, and through her editorial skill helped to make it a better book.

Michael Rodriguez… for his faith, his friendship, his talents. My buddy, what a blessing Santa Fe was and will be again.

My Cristopher… Memory Maker, this book could not have been written without your input and your assistance. Mere words can not express my gratitude, and I look forward to a joyous lifelong "partnership." Thank you, my love.

And, last but certainly never least… the Clueless Club, who kept me laughing through all of it.