How Whiskey Made the Coyote Sing

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Samantha Rose Bauer loves almost everything about her life-the sound of the wind on a prairie evening the roar of a tractor engine at a sale the chant of an auctioneer above a crowd of ranchers. She loves the way her father Paul dances to western music. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>What she doesn't love is the way whiskey makes him sway the wafting smell that comes from empty bottles on the pickup floor or the glazed look in his eyes that is becoming more common with each passing day. She wants to keep singing their song together. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>There might be a chance for her father to change. After all they have their trips in an old Chevy their voices a howling melody echoing eight track tapes. Even these can't seem to stop the storm clouds on the horizon.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The arrival of a sheriff-a spider of a man whose questions feel like traps-could spell the end of their time together. So could the slithering snake whispers of a woman with dubious motives who seems to have set her eyes on Paul. Sam must face the very real possibility of being torn from her father-the only family she's ever known.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>As their life on the prairie continues to sound out sour notes she cannot help but wonder: is this really the way life is supposed to be? Is there a way to save her father from himself? Is there another song she might teach Paul Bauer to sing?</span></p><p></p>