The Bluff (Calamity Montana, #2)

by Willa Nash

Chauvinism was still alive and well.

You good with pizza?” “As long as it comes with a cold beer.” “Christ, we might actually survive this thing. Toppings?” “Ham and pineapple?” “Spoke too soon.”

What I wouldn’t give for a rewind button on life, not to fix my mistakes, but to relive the moments I hadn’t appreciated enough.

“Is it too sad?” “No,” I promised. “It’s brutally beautiful.”