Kittling: Books

  First Line: The buckskin's hooves landed with soft thuds on the sandy East Texas road .   It's 1931 when Texas Ranger Tom Bell rid...

  First Line: I rode against the passenger door in the front seat of my cousin's midnight blue 1964 Comet, watching the headlights cut t...

First Line: The Devil was beating his wife when the rusty green cattle trailer backed through an assortment of oak, pecan, elm, and hackb...

First Line: Grandpa Ned always said our quiet little country community in northeast Texas was like a stock pond, calm and smooth on the s...

First Line: The oil road stretching into the darkness made me feel queasy, giving me a sense that I'd been there before . No matter...

First Line: Tony Agrioli was grateful to leave the blistering sun and dive into the cold air of Malachi Best's noisy The Desert Gold ...

First Line: Constable Cody Parker's phone jangles him from a sound sleep at one in the morning . Constable Cody Parker has to fight...

First Line: Drip . Ned Parker has retired and is no longer a constable in Center Springs, Texas. The area speedsters take advantage of ...

First Line: I came to live with my grandparents up on the Red River in the summer of 1964 . In farmer Ned Parker's world, it's ...