Flight of the Hawk Books

Once again, New York Times and internationally best-selling author W. Michael Gear turns his master's hand to the frontier West. In the vein of his best-selling Coyote Summer, Gear now takes us to the 1812 Missouri Fur Trade. An intimate of the Burr conspiracy, the condemned and hounded John Tylor signs on as boatman with Manuel Lisa's expedition. But the river is now contested as the British, Spanish, and other fur companies prepare to break Lisa's hold. As the expedition battles its way up the violent river, Fenway McKeever lurks in Tylor's shadow. Not only is the half-mad McKeever paid to kill Tylor, but he's convinced himself that by destroying Lisa's expedition, he can sell his services to the highest bidder.

" NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR No one reads a Gear novel without being transformed in beautiful ways. —Richard S. Wheeler, award-winning author John Tylor figures everything is finally coming his way. He's got what he wants: a free shot into the wilderness where no one will ever know his name or his shame. As he and Will Cunningham head west into the northern Plains, Tylor rescues a wounded hawk, which he had dreams foretelling the event. Tylor and Cunningham run smack into a party of Arapaho who are eager to relieve these solitary white guys of everything they've got, including the hawk. Fortunately, guided by visions, Gray Bear and his desperate little band of Shoshoni, arrive in the nick of time to drive off the Arapaho. The wounded hawk is proof of prophecy coming true. While Tylor remains with the Shoshoni, Gray Bear and Cunningham take a fortune in perfectly tanned buffalo hides to trade for guns with Lisa on the Missouri. However, a half-drowned Fenway McKeever has pulled himself out of the river, and he's enraged and seeking revenge. The Arapaho, feeling they've been humiliated, are also on Tylor and Gray Bear's backtrail, especially with the enticement of a bundle of guns. The race is on and Tylor and company are desperate to make the return to Shoshoni country and the safety of the mountains. Will the wounded hawk ever be healed, let alone fit enough to finally take wing? Sometimes the simplest of dreams are the hardest to fulfill. "