William W. Johnstone
A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path. ~ Agatha Christie





This past week I have been reminded so much of my time as a young mother, learning how to love and care for a tiny human being. It seems difficult at the time, but then later, when that child is grown and has a child of their own, it becomes even more so.

This week our family has experienced a terrible heartache as my daughter's husband and two babies were in a car accident. We are so blessed that they are all alive, even if a little worse for wear, though the youngest - our 7 month old granddaughter - has suffered the worst. The car seat protecting her also caused injuries to her legs and both of her femurs were fractured in the collision. I have said so many prayers of thanksgiving that we didn't lose anyone, but, oh so grateful for His protection. 

So while we celebrate Mother's Day this month, I am thinking on the greater meaning of family, too, and of how these times are meant to bring us together, to show us the importance we each have in each other's lives. As a mother and now a grandmother, I see how the seeds we plant in our children's hearts become the strengths and sometimes weaknesses they will have as adults. 

With that said, it is not always blood that makes a family. Sometimes it is the trials and tribulations of life, the battles where you stand side by side - like all of you with us Johnstones - like Smoke, Luke Preacher and Matt. I really do enjoy The Family Jensen series for that reason. The family Jensen was forged in gunfire and hardship and in fighting the good fight. Blood or not, the kind of family that stands side by side in the hard times and faces down whatever comes is the right kind of family.  I hope you enjoy this month's The Family Jensen: Massacre Canyon. I can never get enough of those three and their adventures.

I humbly ask that you will keep our family in your thoughts and prayers as we face the next few weeks with our little one at home, trying to keep her comfortable as she heals and treasuring each precious moment.  

And let's not forget those who have lost homes and loved ones in last week's storms. This time of year can be a hard one for many, with the crazy weather hitting us all hard. I hope that you are all keeping safe!

Until next time, keep your powder dry and your loved ones close.

~Jo Johnstone


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Two outlaw brothers have been leaving a
blood-trail on their way to infamy on the western frontier. Until bounty hunter Luke Jensen catches one of the black-hearted Kroll brothers away from his gang. But while Luke is trying to get Mordecai Kroll from jail to justice, he's ambushed by the Kroll gang and taken prisoner. And that draws Luke's own brother Smoke Jensen into the fight, guns drawn. . .

 

Brothers By Blood. Brothers By Battle.

 

With Smoke Jensen comes fire--adopted son Matt and lifelong friend Preacher, who storm into battle to save Luke Jensen from the Krolls. With trigger-happy back-stabbers, cutthroat outriders, and murdering devils joining the fray, the deadly mayhem paints the harsh landscape an unforgiving red--a place where Jensen's enemies go to die.

 

 


First he became a killer. 

 

Then he became a legend.

 

He was 15 when he killed his first man. Before his murderous ways ended, Hardin killed 42 men in cold blood--one, the legend goes, because he snored too loudly. From then on John Wesley Hardin stayed true to his calling, killing man after man after man, spending most of his life being pursued by both local lawmen and federal troops.

Hardin lived a fever dream of lightning fast draws and flying lead. 

 

By the age of seventeen, Hardin earned a deadly reputation for cold-blooded killing that drew traitors, backstabbers and wanna-be gunslingers--all for a chance to gun down the man who had turned killing into an all-American legend. . .