Books with title Wildfires

Lemuel Squirrel is a seemingly harmless, old eccentric, living a hermit’s lonely existence in his Oregon Forest home. But his life is a mere trick, a disguise to deceive those closest to him and hide his real identity – for Lemuel is, in fact, a maverick secret agent, aged thirty-three and a half. Unbeknown to globe-trotting Lemuel, his cover has been blown by mysterious enemy spies. Posing as holidaymakers, these shady characters are watching his safe house from afar, waiting for the opportunity to prove that the treasure map they have been searching for is in his possession... When lightning strikes spark wildfires in the Oregon Forest, Lemuel finds himself in a desperate struggle to stay alive – and to get his nephew and his wisecracking friends to safety. In the face of impending doom, Lemuel leads them aboard his inflatable airship and before long it’s rising out of his workshop’s skylight, emerging into the orange-tinted night sky. However, Lemuel’s young companions quickly discover that their problems are only just beginning as they are caught in his battle against merciless enemy spies – who are willing to do whatever it takes to get hold of Lemuel’s latest assignment... Wildfire is a fun and exciting story that will be suitable for children aged between 6 and 11 years old. This action-packed story will take young readers who enjoy adventure fiction on a thrilling journey.

Im a thirteen-year-old-half-breed, a mongrel, according to my moms father. Hes full-blooded Kootenai Indian and I am only half-Indian. My dads heritage is a mix of Scot, Irish, French and Ger-man. So maybe the old man is right, I am a mongrel, like most Americans, a mix of nationalities. But, with him, its not a simple fact. It was spoken with disgust and loathing ten years ago and my mother died because of it. My older brother Chris and I hate him.For ten years, no one heard from the old man and we were ne with that. Then a letter shows up saying he wants me to spend the summer with him. Dad said my mother would have wanted her youngest son to know her people. I fought against it and lost in the end. I always do when its what Mom would have wanted.So Im stuck on the Kootenai-Salish Indian Reservation in northwestern Montana. All I have to do is nd his stash of booze and Ill be on my way home.

Dachota – that’s Brandon to you – is torn from his Minneapolis home and placed with Lakota Sioux relatives he hardly knew existed. Living on their ranch in the Black Hills of South Dakota feels like he’s landed on another planet. It's not about a clash of cultures for Big City Brandon. It all has to do with survival. Can he survive sixth grade in a school where grades depend on attendance? How can he hide his father’s Norwegian skin color which makes him an easy target? There are endless chores on a ranch. And mean chickens! And who understands Indian humor, especially when they hardly ever smile? Don't forget the coyotes, cougars and the stud bull Jolly Good who is jolly bad, not to mention rattlesnakes at every step. He never knew how good city life was until he lost it. Follow Brandon as he searches for a new normal in this modern cowboy-Indian world.

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The red stallion did not appear to be hurt. The twitching of his muscles must have been caused by the cactus spikes embedded in him. There were drops of blood all over one side. Lucy thought she dared to try to pull these thorns out. She had never in her life been afraid of any horse. Farlane, Holley, all the riders, and her father, too, had tried to make her realize the danger in a horse, sooner or later.