NO TIME TO TRUST is the story of Joe,  in the year 1878 in Montana.  It is a story replete with victims, vengeance, duty to family and honor.  Joe is  introduced to us having no memory of his name, no past, no knowledge of who or where he is, the  victim of a shooting with a head wound that deprives him of his long term memory and very nearly his life.    

The story of the Crow Woman and the man called Pistol unfolds in Southern Montana in Crow Territory, not too many years after Custer’s encounter with the Indians. It is a time when, if a man wanted to stay alive, he needed vigilance and a shotgun, and , in Pistol’s case, a good knife. He also needed friends watching his back. Luckily, Pistol had all three. 

In 1854 three teenage girls disappear in aa land where the Teton Lakota, the Brule, the Oglala, the Hunkapapa, the Absaroka, and the Arapaho have lived forever. Only one person  knows they are missing, an eighteen year old kid, who certainly under any circumstances is not prepared to track them through an inhospitable, unforgiving land where “the only good white man is a dead man."  

 In September 1873, hit him from behind while standing in a saloon in San Francisco celebrating his fortieth birthday. John Jacob Hannon  is shanghaied.  He isn’t a patient man, isn’t forgiving, and doesn’t take kindly to being forcibly dragged off to sea. 

Shanghaied three years, Hannon’s first priority is escaping his forced labor and ending the lives of his captors. What he doesn't not know is a young 19 year old Chinese girl , running for her life, will be accompanying him.  

 Eleven pregnant mares are missing, lost in the Big Horn mountains above Crystal Creek. They are the property of eighteen-year-old Alejendra Rodriguez–Alex for short. Alex’s grandmother sends her to Henry, an old man, broken, bent, burdened with promises difficult to keep. Old he might be, but he still has the ability to track a skunk across a flat rock.  Some say he could do it at midnight on a rainy day. It is 1917.

 The Stocktons are  a southern Montana Territory ranching family with four boys born in the wilderness in the 1850s. By need they were savagely independent, entirely self-reliant. This is a tale of their unity, their profuse disagreements, their sense of justice. It takes place in the 1880s in a land where, historically, law enforcement was what the inhabitants needed it to be and the law was what they said it was. It is a portrait of conflict and devotion.

An assortment of true accounts of life in Kane, Wyoming during its brief seventy year existence. They are stories of hope, youth, and independence as well as hard work, endurance, and pathos. The people depicted herein often had little or nothing, yet they sustained themselves and family through sheer determination to survive. Their stories deserve telling.