Dancing Deer's chief of police has been offered the top police job in New York City but the woman he loves can't live in a bustling city she doesn't understand. After getting his priorities straight the chief races back to be with the one woman for him but has his plans derailed in West Virginia. After a major train accident the chief loses his memory. Two children find him, heal him, and hide him. A poster show up with the chief's picture and a large bounty. The chief thinks he's committed a capital crime and tries his best, with the children's help. to evade those looking for him.
About the Author: Ron Lambert, an examined life As an accountant in a small West Texas town, I spend my days studying the bank statements and tax returns of other people's businesses. I classify, summarize, and display their financial transactions in some meaningful format. I love creating order out of chaos. I'm middle-aged and twice married-with the second blessed from heaven. Four grown children, their children, two bobbing tails of barking energy, and one sly cat round out my cache of treasure. Over the years I have owned and operated two boutique retail stores, several service businesses, one ranch, and one restaurant. I have been prosperous and poor, with wild fluctuations in between. At present, being neither rich nor poor, I consider my status as deeply entrenched in middle class-a term bandied about by politicians and economists. A few years ago, in an effort to restore my youth, I purchased an old sofa on two wheels. Since that initial existential groping, I have occasionally strapped sacks of clothes, maps, and a compass that doesn't seem to work onto the back cushion. After kissing my wife, I set out for adventure and story and to find answers to the big questions. Usually, after only a week or so, I realize what I left behind was more important than what I set out to find and drive a day and a night hell-bent-for-leather back home. I then settle into an old and comfortable routine. I read a few books, attend a few plays, daydream of new horizons, and plan my next adventure. I kept a journal on my first excursion. It was such an exhilarating experience: rewriting the journal and incorporating the pictures I took that I became intoxicated to the point I wrote a novel. At present, with pen on fire, I am writing my eighth book. I'll win prestigious awards and be asked to speak at the local library if someone would read what I have written. If you're looking for an evening spent with colorful and mesmerizing characters, if you want to immerse yourself in a rollicking good story, enthrall yourself to the point of madness, go two days without bathing, then have I got a story for you.