On the surface, life in the west seem more forgiving, more laid back. But in the end, no one in is guaranteed to find the easy road. Freedom is not easy for those living it.
Like the windmill, constantly being driven by the impeller of the wind, life is the impeller that drives the characters in this book. Each has to reach deep within to withstand the adult circumstances they are responsible for putting themselves in.
Through our own actions, sometimes life comes to a standstill. The impeller of life is a driving force. And like the windmill, if the wind stops or water below dries up, the living are bandoned to fend for themselves.
If we are lucky, time will restart our dynamos. If the people in the story are to survive, the forces of nature must be discovered without as well as within. There are many versions of the living, yet in function they seem all alike. Living in the modern west forces choices between retaining what is thought of as good and yet, bending to what has become designated as progress. In the end, are we able to take charge and judge, or must we simply take what the wind and water has to offer and make the best of it? Only our characters know for sure.
The author has lived and worked in the northwest. He has a Political Science degree from his home town, and he has studied in all of the major Universities of Idaho.
“The murderer is with us—on the train now . . .”
Just after midnight, the famous Orient Express is stopped in its tracks by a snowdrift. By morning, the millionaire Samuel Edward Ratchett lies dead in his compartment, stabbed a dozen times, his door locked from the inside. Without a shred of doubt, one of his fellow passengers is the murderer.
Isolated by the storm, detective Hercule Poirot must find the killer among a dozen of the dead man's enemies, before the murderer decides to strike again.
“What more . . . can a mystery addict desire?”—New York Times