Montana, 1968: The small town of Paradise Valley is ripped open when popular rancher and notorious bachelor Tom Butcher is found murdered one morning, beaten to death by a baseball bat. Suspicion among the tight-knit community immediately falls on the outsider, Carl Logan, who recently moved in with his family and his troubled son Roger. What Carl doesn't realize is that there are plenty of people in Paradise Valley who have reason to kill Tom Butcher.
Complications arise when the investigating officers discover that Tom Butcher had a secret-a secret he kept even from Junior Kirby, a lifelong rancher and Butcher's best friend. As accusations fly and secrets are revealed one after another, the people of Paradise Valley learn how deeply Tom Butcher was embedded in their lives, and that they may not have known him at all.
With familiar mastery, Russell Rowland, the author of In Open Spaces and Fifty-Six Counties, returns to rural Montana to explore a small town torn apart by secrets and suspicions, and how the tenuous bonds of friendship struggle to hold against the differences that would sever us.
"Russell Rowland's new novel, set in the shadow of the Bighorn Mountains, is a murder mystery of sorts, but while readers are rapidly turning pages to learn who did it, they'll also find that Rowland is peeling away the layers of a larger mystery: how can it be that those to whom we are closest-our friends, our neighbors, our family members-remain so unknowable to us? COLD COUNTRY is remarkable i
Larry Watson, author of Montana 1948 and Let Him Go
"I can't think of an easier pick for a book club than a page-turning murder mystery with multifaceted characters, a profoundly satisfying ending, and plenty to induce a spirited debate! In COLD COUNTRY, Russell Rowland places his finger on the pulse of a small Montana ranching community and the outsiders hoping to set up a home there. Writing in the tradition of Hemingway, Steinbeck, and McCarthy,
Susan Henderson, author of Up from the Blue and Flicker of Old Dreams
"Years ago, I wrote that Russell Rowland was like a cross between Richard Ford and John Irving. I hereby revise that opinion. He's better. He's warmer, more relaxed-and also more alert to the tensions between people. There's a moment early in the book where a key character tastes some blood in his mouth during a quiet 'neighborhood chat.' I've had that moment-in a faraway, very different place. I
Kris Saknussemm, author of Private Midnight and Reverend America
