Mrs. Crenshaw is one of the cruelest people in Dodge Cityexcept maybe Thomas Gatlin himself! But Mrs. Crenshaw has a particular dislike for Maggie Daniels. When Maggies father decides to take another coal-mining jobjust like the one that nearly cost him his lifeMaggie vows to stop him, even if it means working for the meanest woman she knows. To make matters worse, Maggie must look after Mrs. Crenshaws troublesome nephews, Cecil and Elbert, who are set on getting her fired. Surrounded by enemies, Maggie does the only thing she can: She heaps coals of kindness upon them. But will this help them find God? Or will Maggie find herself the victim of a dangerous trap? In the Shadow of the Enemy is a great story of the continuing trials of young Maggie Daniels who struggles to adjust to life with her new blended family during the Great Depression's Dust Bowl Days in Kansas. You will laugh with Maggie as she struggles to help take care of two mischievous boys who are determined to make the job difficult for her. You will also cry as Maggie's relationship with her new mother continues to grow into genuine love for each other. While this book is targeted at "tweens," readers of all ages will find that they are unable to put the book down once they get started. Ms. Waggoner is an amazing writer with an innate ability to bring her characters to life. I am anxiously awaiting the third book in this series. --Sheryl Garza, RUSSELLVILLE, ARKANSAS This book has emphasized to me that no matter who you meet in life, you need to be nice to them & show them God love. Maggie showed God's love to Mrs. Crenshaw. I can't wait til the third book comes out! --Tracee L. Kissell, AMARILLO, TEXAS I could begin this biography by telling you when I was born. Lets just say, Yes, I was! Time, especially to children, means nothing. I once remember telling my class that I was 96. To my horror, they believed me! I grew up on a farm in western Kansas. My playgrounds stretched from the yard, to the fields and out into the pasture. I climbed every tree on the place, but my favorite prairie tree was the windmill. I loved to shinny to the top and feel the wind surge through the blades and pump the water from deep within the ground. It seemed that I was in rhythm with the very heartbeat of the earth. On my Kansas playground I became whatever our play called for a pirate, a cowboy, an Indian, a jungle explorer, a posse rider, a member of the Jesse James Gang this is where my stories were born. I think that I have always written. I still have a poem that I penned around third grade. In junior high I wrote while I daydreamed in my classes. In high school I wrote for our school newspaper. I wrote while driving the tractor or the wheat truck as my dads farmhand. I wrote in college. I wrote. I wrote. I wrote. And I write. In 1977 the most dashing man waltzed into my life and swept me off my feet into a world of happily ever after. God chose him to be a pastor and we have been in the ministry for twentysix years. As a result of my husbands ministry I have had the joy of speaking to women at meetings, MotherDaughter teas and retreats. I have written many skits just for these occasions. Even there, God uses me to write. I didnt know that he could do that. What wonderful surprises he has given me. God has blessed my husband Greg and me with four children. They have been the subjects of many of my childrens picture books. Its a joke around our house if you do it, Mom will write about it! However, I can be bribed into adding, The names have been changed to protect the guilty! I am a teacher. I love teaching, whether it is Sunday school or my fourth grade class at the elementary school. Children keep me young and dreaming. They are the best audience for my work. I read my stories to them and they critique me. Often I hear, Wow! Please read another chapter. I can live with that.