Sierra Creek- A town where strong men and determined women intersect. Series Book
“Sierra Creek,” the driver shouted as the Greyhound Bus came to an abrupt stop on
the two lane highway.
Amy Long pushed her hair behind her ears and grabbed her worn suitcase. Surprised
to see her hand tremble, she seized the case with both hands and rushed toward the
front of the bus.
A gust of hot wind slapped her face as she stepped off the bus. Gravel pelted
her bare legs when it drove away. She squinted and read a faded road sign, Sierra
Creek population five thousand. There wasn’t a building in sight.
After years of living in the city, she’d forgotten how sweltering and desolate
it was here. She’d vowed never to return to home. Odd it was the first place that
came to mind when she and her young son needed a fresh start.
With Granny gone there was no family left to welcome her. She swallowed a sob.
Maybe it was a mistake to come back.
The relentless afternoon sun beat down on her shoulders and her arms began to
burn. San Francisco, the air conditioned city, seemed a million miles away.
Impatient, she cleared her dry throat, wiped perspiration from her forehead
and let out a groan as the minutes ticked by. What wouldn’t she give for some shade
and a bottle of ice water?
With a sigh, she pulled out her smart phone and checked the time. Thirty minutes
since she’d arrived at the bus stop and not a single car had gone by. Where was the
arranged ride into town?
Granny’s handyman was supposed to meet her. He obviously wasn’t a stickler about
being on time. She reminded herself she was in the California foothills not in a
busy metropolis where time was money.
The sound of a truck rumbled in the distance. With the back of her hand, she
pushed her bangs out of her eyes and squinted. Hopeful, she watched the pick-up come
closer. A shiny black Ford F 150 with extended cab pulled up in front of her.
“Hi, Amy.” A man yelled through the open window as his brown hair fell casually
over a high forehead and deep-set blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. She moved nearer
and stared at his wide cheek bones, square jaw and full lips. About thirty?
A flutter of recognition stirred in her as palpable charm radiated from his
broad smile, Wyatt Cameron.