Alice’s Portrait

The real tragedy of Texas rancher Langston Lockwood's life played out in Baxter's Draw. In that lonely part of the Rocking L ranch, he mourned the loss of the only woman he ever loved.When his daughters, Kate, Jenny, and Mandy discover the true extent of their father's secret life, they are forced to re-evaluate everything they believed they knew about the man and about their family.

 How did a young boy's grief turn into an insatiable lust for revenge? Driven to madness by his fantasy life and reclusive existence, Langston became determined to make his best friend, George Fisk, pay for a crime that changed the course of three lives one icy night in December 1956.

In their father's journals, the girls discover a chronicle of his madness. Is insanity part of their inheritance as well as land and money? Will the sins of the father be visited upon his daughters? Jenny, in particular, fears that instability is a family trait she can't escape.

With all the girls have learned since their homecoming, is it possible the ghosts of the past have yet to be laid to rest? In Alice's Portrait, the third novel in The Lockwood Legacy series, the answer to that question may determine the collective and individual lives of the Lockwood family for generations to come. Return to the Rocking L where mystery, intrigue and romance amount to just another day at the ranch!

“Small towns can be welcoming havens to out-of-towners. The townspeople can be what saves a complete stranger. That was how young Irene Lockwood survived her marriage to Langston. But small towns can also be a coven of corruption and confidants, which is exactly what Kate and Jenny come face-to-face with when Jenny starts digging into the past of her parents’ marriage.” – Charlie Anderson, Amazon Reviewer

“Alice's Portrait is the 3rd book in the Lockwood Legacy Series. This book spends a lot of time with the girls, Jenny more then the other's working out what it the Lockwood Legacy means. Jenny seems almost haunted by what her place in the world and the Lockwood family truly means. Almost as if she is working out how she really fits in. She forces herself to work through the mysteries of her father's past and the secrets that are literally waiting to surface. The Lockwood girls truly seem to find themselves after their father's death and instead of allowing his death and their past destroy them and tear them apart it brings them together and allows them to create the family they were robbed of for most of their lives. The mystery behind Alice's Portrait simply adds to the story, creating a book that you won't want to end and most definitely won't want to put down!” – Amazon Reviewer

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“Do you remember that time you shot the rattlesnake by Daddy’s foot?” Jenny asked.

Kate did remember. She was 16 years old and they were loading hay at the barn. Langston was right in the middle of one of his rants, walking back and forth from the barn to the pick-up, throwing bales of hay for Kate to stack. As she reached down to catch a bale, she realized her father was passing right by a coiled rattlesnake with every step.


Langston continued his tirade, his boot coming down right by the snake as he returned to the barn.

“Daddy,” she tried in a louder voice.

His answer was another hay bale flung angrily in her direction as once again her father turned on his heel and stalked back to the barn.

The sliding back window of the truck cab was open. Kate reached inside and angled a 30-30 rifle out of the rack, carefully passing it through the window. This time when her father came out of the barn, she said, “Goddammit Langston Lockwood, stop.”

He did, his left foot falling right by the rattler. The snake drew back to strike. Kate shouldered the rifle, aimed, and blew the snake’s head off.

Langston didn’t move. He looked down at the snake and up at this daughter. “Why in the hell didn’t you say something? You got blood all over my boot.”

“Why in the hell wouldn’t you shut up and let me say something,” Kate countered hotly. “And be glad it’s the snake’s blood and not yours.”

“Huh, talk louder next time, Sister,” he said, putting the bale in his hands on the tailgate. “You’re gonna clean that rifle when we get back to the house,” he added crossly. But then, on his way back to the barn he said over his shoulder, “Damn good shot.”

Kate shook her head as she re-lived that afternoon. “I was shaking so bad it’s a wonder I didn’t blow his foot off. What in the world made you think about that?”

“You had ways to connect with Daddy,” Jenny said. “You’re a hell of a shot. You’ve never been thrown off a horse. You could out bluff him at the poker table, and then you learned to out drink him. The old bastard wouldn’t bend enough to say it, but he respected you. I had nothing.”