Mystery author Paty Jager lives and writes about life close to nature.
Paty Jager started out writing romance novels, but then shifted to her true love - writing mysteries. In this episode we discuss her Gabriel Hawke series, featuring a Fish and Wildlife trooper who is an expert tracker. Paty also shares that in an upcoming book, Gabriel travels to Iceland and solves a murder there. (Remember when we could travel?)
In the introduction I mention the successful launch of Lark Underground. The book reached #46 on the Amateur Sleuth list in Canada, which was very exciting! Thank you to everyone who has read or is reading the book. Your support means the world to me.
My next big push is to get honest reviews for the book, so if you have a moment to leave a review I'd appreciate it. Reviews provide social proof so new readers can feel confident about their purchase. And they help me to advertise the book so that I can find new readers who might enjoy it.
Such a good mystery. This story is an emotional heart-engaging roller-coaster. I enjoyed it from beginning to end. I can hardly wait for the next one.Sandee L
This week's mystery author
Paty Jager is an award-winning author of 44 novels, 8 novellas, and numerous anthologies of murder mystery and western romance. All her work has Western or Native American elements in them along with hints of humor and engaging characters.
Paty and her husband raise alfalfa hay in rural eastern Oregon. Riding horses and battling rattlesnakes, she not only writes the western lifestyle, she lives it.
You can learn more about Paty and all her books at PatyJager.net
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Excerpt from Murder of Ravens
The threat of potential poachers wouldn’t spoil Hawke’s day. He glanced up through the pine and fir trees at the late August summer sky to appreciate the blue sky and billowy white clouds. Half a dozen shiny black ravens circled above the trees half a mile away. So much for thinking he’d come upon the poachers before they did any damage.
He and Dog, his mid-sized, wire-haired, motley mutt, had picked up the trail of two people on horseback with a pack horse at sunrise. He’d started the pursuit after finding spent cartridge rounds at a spot where they had stopped. Only poachers would be carrying rifles during bow season and following an elk trail. From the circling birds, he feared they were too late to stop an unlawful kill.
He’d used the Bear Creek Trail to patrol Goat Mountain in the Wallowa Whitman National Forest and check bow hunters for tags.
He whistled for Dog to stop.
“Easy, Dog. We’re going to go slow the rest of the way.” Hawke dismounted, trailing his horse and pack mule behind him. It took longer to reach the kill site by walking, but he didn’t want to chance surprising a bear, wolf, cougar, or the poachers.
He picked his way through the brush, being mindful of the scraping noises from the packsaddle being caught in the limbs of young growth pines. Any other time he wouldn’t have minded. The fresh pine scent from the abuse to the limbs, filled his nostrils.
Dog’s tail started whipping back and forth when they were twenty feet from the area where the birds circled.
“Don’t tell me you’ve become friends with the bears and cougars on this mountain,” Hawke whispered, easing out of the thicket and into a small clearing.
A woman was bent over what appeared to be a man’s body. He noted the backpack on the ground by the woman and knew why Dog’s tail wagged. Biologist Marlene Zetter. She traveled this area keeping tabs on the wolf bands that had made their way to Northeast Oregon from the Northern Rocky Mountains.
“What are you doing with a body, Marlene?”