She runs a Texas cattle ranch handed down to her by her father. She is not totally alone because she has men working for her who help to herd the cattle and take care of the ranch. She has reached a time in her life when she wants more. She wants to travel, to step out of her normal life, even though she is past the time when she might have married and had children. She also accepts that she’s past the time when she might have found love.
I thoroughly enjoyed The Dividing Season. It moves quickly. The characters emerge as real and unique people. Nell Miggins charts her own path and accepts the consequences of her decisions. The story felt real and true to the time period and place. Each character is well-defined and brought to life.
There’s a lot of action and adventure in the story, but the true glory of the story are the characters.
I give The Dividing Season a rating of Hel-O! I believe this is Karen Casey Fitzjerrell’s first book. I am tapping fingers as I wait for the next.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FTC Disclaimer: Karen Casey Fitzjerrell is a friend of mine. That did not influence my review. Also, I paid for my copy of The Dividing Season. I liked it so much, I bought a copy for my sister and my aunt. I’m hoping neither of them read my blog…otherwise, Happy Birthday! The Texas setting might have influenced me to buy The Dividing Season because I’ve lived in Texas since I was ten. It was so interesting to see how things were back in 1910. (Pay attention, y’all. I said I’ve lived in Texas since I was ten, not that I was born in 1910.) The closest I’ve come to a ranch is my uncle’s ranch, The Rocking TP. I loved the sign they used to have at the ranch gates: a teepee sitting in a rocking chair drinking a mug of beer. Have I mentioned that my aunt and uncle have an actual bar in their house? With swinging bar doors? And a stuffed bobcat and rattlesnake and pictures on the wall that made the bar off limits to the young’uns. Thankfully, I’m not a young’un anymore. I do like the swiveling stools and the choice of tap pulls.