Kate, Jenny, and Mandy. The daughters who inherited Langston Lockwood’s millions and his mysteries. In this, the second book of The Lockwood Legacy, the women uncover not just the secret of Baxter’s Draw, but the secret of their father’s hidden life. Return to the Rocking L for the next part of the sisters’ journey to discover the truth about their family and to understand their own roles in The Lockwood Legacy.
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Langston Lockwood, or at least the shadow of who he had been in life, leaned against the front gate of the Rocking L and stared at his eldest daughter drinking coffee on the front porch.
He absent-mindedly pushed his hat back and scratched his head. It never occurred to him when he blew his brains out in the barn with his favorite pistol that he’d spend the afterlife with an itchy scalp.
“Morning, Boy,” an older man said, joining him at the gate.
“Morning, Daddy,” Langston replied.
Milton Lockwood pushed his own hat back on his forehead and stared at the granddaughter he never knew in life. “That one’s a Lockwood.”
“That she is,” Langston said. “I sure as hell was hard on her.”
“You were hard on everyone,” Milton said, turning his head to spit.
“I learned from the best,” Langston answered. “They’re surprising the hell out of me, those girls.”
“I figured the way I wrote the will they’d tear each other up like wildcats. Damned if they didn’t go make a family,” he said, disgust dripping off the words. “And now they’re taking up with men. Moving’em on the ranch. And Sister is talking about planting grapes. Goddamn grapes, like we was farmers or something. They even care about their Daddy doing grave spins?”
“You got a burr under your saddle this morning, Boy,” Milton said mildly. “You’re dead. You don’t call the shots on this place now any more than I do. That gal yonder is the boss of the Rocking L.”
“When did you get so even tempered?” Langston growled.
“I’ve been dead a hell of a lot longer than you have, Boy,” Milton observed. “Tends to make a feller kinda mellow.”
“They’re going up to Baxter’s Draw, Daddy,” Langston said. “It’s all gonna come out.”
“Like I said, Boy, you’re dead. Stuff comes out once you’re dead.”
“You know what I expected to find on this side, Daddy,” Langston said. “Everything I wanted was right under my damned nose all those years and I never knew it. Now those girls are going to find out everything I did.”
“That’s why men like you and me don’t rest in our graves, Boy,” Milton said sadly. “We have to watch the consequences of everything we did play out. I was a bastard of a father to you so you were a bastard to them.”
“That wasn’t the whole reason and you know it,” Langston said. “Who would have thought we’d get along better haunting this place than we ever did alive?”
They watched as Kate, her sisters, and three men mounted their horses and rode through the pasture gate headed up to Baxter’s Draw.
“Just because I’m dead doesn’t mean I don’t have my pride,” Langston said.
“We gonna go with’em?” Milton asked.
“I don’t think I can watch this, Daddy,” Langston said.
“Makes no difference to me,” Milton answered, spitting in the dirt again. “Not like I got any place to be.”
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“We decided to write under a pen name because neither one of us by ourselves could have created Kate, Jenny, Mandy, and their world,” says Pauletti. “Juliette is a little bit of us both. We want to be her when we grow up.”
“Patti teases me that I just don’t want to own up to writing a book with romance in it,” Williamson adds, “but that’s not true. I like the Lockwood women and the way they tackle everything life throws at them. And before we’re done, they’ll be ducking a lot. I imagine coming into the office every day and saying, ‘Okay Juliette, what’s going to happen now?’ She tells us, and we get it down on paper.”