Tuesday, October 18, 2022

Saddles, Boots, and Cowboys...oh my by Rhonda Lee Carver

 Who loves cowboys?

A few days ago, I had a cover shoot for my new series, The Cowboys of Second Chances Security. I'm so excited to reveal the first book in the series, Whiskey Ryder's Second Chance. I hope you love the cover much as I do...



And here are a few pictures from the cover shoot and what's to come on the next cover.





Are we connected?

Tiny Bubbles By Kathleen Lawless @kathleenlawless

 


Ah, the rabbit holes we writer’s go down in the name of research. Let’s say I write a scene with a character bathing in the river. Let’s also say he or she is using soap. Because, by the 19th century cleanliness had become synonymous with health, thanks largely to an advertising campaign throughout Europe and America.

 So, would said soap produce bubbles? I love bubbles. I can see the scene in my mind, bubbles lifting in the breeze showing off their rainbow colors before being carried away. My playful inner child owns a bubble wand and I use it a lot in the summer months. Especially at the beach. Alas, the soap used by my character is likely homemade, so probably no bubbles.

 Turns out, it wasn’t until the late 19th century that soap bubbles became popular. Even though there were images available of children playing with soap bubbles in the 18th century, it wasn’t until the following century that London-based Pears Soap developed a process to remove impurities from the base soap before adding perfume. Since I doubt my Western settlers had access to manufactured or perfume-scented soap, I settled for no bubbles in the scene. Shame.

 Oh, well. On the bright side, soap in one guise or another has been around for millennia, even if it wasn’t as much fun.


USA Today Bestselling Author Kathleen Lawless blames a misspent youth watching Rawhide, Maverick and Bonanza for her fascination with cowboys, which doesn’t stop her from creating a wide variety of interests and occupations for her many alpha male heroes.   

With nearly 50 published novels to her credit, she enjoys pushing the boundaries of traditional romance into historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic suspense and women’s fiction.     

She makes her home in the Pacific Northwest and loves to hear from her readers.  www.kathleenlawless.com

 

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Monday, October 17, 2022

Tobacco Wives

Tobacco Wives of Jamestown, Virginia. 

While doing a little research on Mail-Order-Brides for a series I'm working on, I came across a little information I found interesting. I had never heard of Tobacco Wives before. In fact, I never thought much about how men found wives in the early days of our history. 

  

 If you want to read the full article, click on the picture to go to the link.


Jamestown, Virginia. The first permanent English settlement in America. It was established by the Virginia Company of London as James Fort in May of 1607.

People immigrated to start a new life in a new land. Others were forced to immigrate to help populate the new colony. Barely a decade after being founded, Jamestown was almost entire male. Because they could not find wives, they began to desert the colony.

Women were needed! But persuading women to go to the colony wasn’t easy. It is said that many were kidnaped and sent. But the Virginia Company had a plan.

The Virginia Company offered incentives for women to go to Jamestown. They were given a dowery of clothing and other furnishings, free transportation to the colony, and a plot of land. Once a women picked a husband, he would reimburse the Virginia Company for travel expenses, furnishings, and land with 120 to 150 pounds of good leaf tobacco.

Exchanging women for tobacco gave the women the name “tobacco wives”.

In many ways it was beneficial for the women to leave England for the Jamestown. Because the need for women was so great, it caused the Virginia leaders for relax many rules involving women. Women had equal right to land set aside by the Virginia Company. When a woman’s husband died, she inherited almost all of his estate instead of one-third as in England. She could now take care of herself and wouldn’t feel pressured to remarry.

The “Tobacco Wives” were the first Mail-Order-Brides. Leaving their old life behind to find a better life in untamed land.

Of course, we hope they found true love as well.




A little bit of the first book in my Brides of Bandy Flatts series.   

         (very rough draft. Pardon the typos)

Worry washed over Mattie, had Jacob seen her and changed his mind? She ran a hand over her simple dress and tucked her cloak in closer around her. She knew she wasn’t much to look at, but she never thought her appearance would cause a man to go running from her.
    She watched as Letty and Leora disappeared into the church with their men. They were off to get married right away and start their new lives. Mattie swallowed hard and looked around again for Jacob. Maybe he was just running late. Had he gotten her last letter letting him know she was arriving? He had to know she would come. He had sent her the funds for her travel to Bandy Flats.
    “Miss Cavanaugh?” a man said from behind her.
    Mattie whirled to face him. Her heart stuttered in her chest. The man before her was tall, broad, and dressed in buckskins, a big rifle held easily in one hand. His dark hair hung to his shoulders and a short beard covered his face, his blue eyes were bright and piercing as he looked at her. He appeared to be carefully taking in her appearance as well. She wasn’t entirely sure he liked what he saw but he looked for a long time.
    “A-are you Mr. Thibodeau?” she ventured, her voice strangely unsteady.
    He nodded and adjusted the rifle to the crook of his arm. “Yes, I came to meet you, Miss Cavanaugh.”
    She swallowed hard and stared at him, he wasn’t what she was expecting at all. Jacob had told her that he had a nice farm in the mountains several miles from the town. She supposed she expected him to look like a farmer, not a mountain man. He had an untamed savage quality about him that she wasn’t expecting but found intriguing.
    “Please, call me Mattie,” she told him. “And I’ll call you Jacob.”
    His eyes widened slightly, and he took a step back. “No, miss, I’m not Jacob.”
    It was her turn to take a step back as she eyed him wearily. “Who are you?”
    “I’m Jordan. Jacob’s brother,” he told her quickly. “I came to tell you that Jacob won’t be coming to fetch you.”
    “He changed his mind?” she asked in disbelief as her hopes plummeted to her feet with a crash.
    He shook his head. “No, miss, he’s dead.”
   Mattie felt like the breath had been knocked from her lungs as she stared at the man before her. “Dead?”
    He nodded solemnly. “There was an accident and he got hurt pretty bad,” he told her regretfully. “He died two weeks ago.”
    Mattie felt panic wash over her and she didn’t know what to say as she looked at the big man before her. Jacob was dead. She had no future husband and no future home. No future at all. She didn’t have enough money to go back east and there was nobody waiting there for her anyway. She would be on her own and that prospect wasn’t appealing. There weren’t many ways for a woman on her own to make a living that was respectable. She had nowhere to go, and she had nothing to get there on.
    “I’m real sorry to have to tell you that, Miss Cavanaugh.”
Mattie blinked back the sudden moisture in her eyes and fought to calm her frantic emotions. “Thank you for coming to tell me,” she managed to say and lifted her carpetbag. “I’m very sorry for the loss of your brother.”
    Before he could see her tears and the total despair in her eyes, she turned and headed for the church. She could at least see her new friends get married and begin their lives.
    While she was in the church, she would send up a few prayers for herself. Her life was in the hands of a higher power now.
                            ***
    Jordan stood outside the stage station and watched the young woman walk to the church and disappear inside. He let out a long breath and headed for the mercantile. It would be months before he made it back down to town for more supplies and he had a big order for Clark to fill.
    His mind went to the young woman again and felt sympathy for her. She had traveled all this way to start a new life with a man she didn’t know, and now she was going to have to return to where she came from.
    Jordan and his two brothers had been surprised when Jacob announced that he was sending for a mail order bride. There hadn’t been a woman on the farm since their mother had died five years ago. Some female influence would have done them all a world of good.
    Jordan walked past his wagon he had left in front of the mercantile and gently patted the heads of the two bay horses hitched to the wagon. “I’ll be fast boys,” he told them. “We’ll be headed home soon.”
    He reached into the back of the wagon and pulled out the wolf and beaver pelts his brother Kyle had trapped. He would be able to get a good price for them from Clark. It took only a few moments for him to gather and load his supplies in the wagon before he climbed in and took up the reins.
    His eyes went to the church to see Mattie there wishing the other two women and their new husbands well. The couples departed ways and Mattie was left there standing alone with her carpetbag at her feet. She looked to the stage depot before she pulled out her coin purse and looked at the contents. She was obviously lacking because she put the coin purse away and there was a defeated slump to her shoulders. She picked up her carpetbag and disappeared back into the church.
    “Poor girl,” he muttered as he slapped the reins to the backs of the team and headed them down the street.
As the team neared the church, Jordan felt a pang of guilt wash over him. His brother had sent the girl money to arrive, the least he could do was give her enough money to go back home. There was no reason for her to be stranded here just because her betrothed had died.
    Jordan pulled the team to a stop before the church. The horses tossed their heads in protest, anxious to be home. He cursed each one as he climbed from the wagon and tied them to the hitchrail. He didn’t want them going home without him.
    Jordan entered the church and paused to let his eyes adjust to the dim light inside. He saw the red-haired girl kneeling with her folded hands resting on the pew before her as she prayed. The sight tugged at Jordan’s heart. He knew she was a good woman. He had read her letters to Jacob as well as wrote to her on behalf of his illiterate brother. Her letters had been honest, and she didn’t sugar coat anything. She had informed his brother right away that she was stubborn and determined. But she could cook and sew and wasn’t afraid of hard work.
    It was obvious that she was a compassionate woman as well. When he had told her of Jacob’s death, she had given him her condolences. He had expected her break into tears and only care about her own future. He had seen the shine of tears in her eyes as well as a flash of despair before she pulled herself together. She knew she was left with no home and no future, but she hadn’t let it get the better of her, she somehow knew she would find a way.
    “Mr. Thibodeau,” a man said softly from a small distance away.
Jordan turned to see the preacher walking toward him. “Preacher.”
At the sound of the voices, Mattie’s head turned to look at them. Her green eyes shone with tears before she quickly turned and went back to her praying. Something inside Jordan stirred and an insane thought hit him.
    “Can I help you, my son?” Preacher asked.
He nodded as he looked at Mattie with her had bowed. “Maybe,” he muttered as he walked to where Mattie knelt and sat in the pew by her. “Miss Cavanaugh?”
    She finished her prayer and crossed herself before she rose to sit beside him. “Mr. Thibodeau,” she said without looking at him, focusing on her hands folded in her lap.
He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “I know you came here to marry my brother, but since he’s dead, might you consider marrying me?”
    Her head snapped around and her eyes were wide as she stared at him. “You want to marry me?”
    He dragged a hand through his long hair and wondered what the hell he was doing. “Not really, but you need a place to go, and we could—”
    “Don’t ask if you don’t want me,” she snapped and jumped to her feet. “I’ll manage on my own.” She grabbed her carpetbag from the pew and shoved past him to the aisle, a task difficult because of his large frame. “I don’t need your charity.”
    Jordan jumped to his feet and went after her. “It’s not charity, damn it,” he growled and then looked to Preacher. “Pardon me.” He hurried after her as she went out the door. “Would you wait and just listen,” he ordered as he took her arm to stop her.
    She jerked her arm free and whirled to glare up at him. “Say your piece and be quick.”
    A small smile tugged his mouth, she was feisty. “I just meant since you’re here already, we could get hitched, and you’d have a place to stay.”
    She scowled at him her green eyes snapping with anger. “I came to marry Jacob. Not you.”
    “True,” he nodded in agreement. “If you’d rather, I’ll buy you passage back home.”
    She looked at him for a long time and he could almost see her going through her options. The prospect of returning to where she came from was obviously not appealing to her. She looked away from him and cast her gaze out over the mountains as she blinked rapidly. It was clear she was trying to decide on the lesser of the two evils. Going back or marrying him.
    He cleared his throat. “I’m not Jacob, but I’m a lot like him. I read the letters you sent, so I know all about you. I know you’d like the farm, and you’d have a nice home. I wouldn’t expect you to…” He couldn’t finish as he felt his cheeks heat. “If that’s what you’re worried about. I just plan on giving you the life Jacob promised you.”
    She swallowed hard and looked at him. “I won’t be your whore, but I won’t be your slave either,” she informed him.
    He was a little taken aback by her statement. “I won’t touch you and neither will my brothers. All I ask from you, is to pull your weight on the farm like the rest of us.”
    She hesitated a long time before she tossed her carpetbag into the wagon. “Let’s get married,” she said as she went back into the church.
    Jordan stood there a moment in shock before he followed her inside. He hoped this was a good idea. He had a feeling she was going to be a lot more than he had bargained for.

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Friday, October 14, 2022

The black cauldron

When I was a kid, we used to visit my maternal grandmother's farm for a week every summer. I was a 'city mouse,' so there were many interesting things to see that we didn't have at our house.

Nanny had a peach orchard in her side yard. She had a huge garden in back, a long line she hung clothes on, a pasture with cows, and a chicken coop with a very mean rooster. She also had a little wash house a few yards from the main house that housed an old laundry machine. 

Between that and the door to the storm cellar, a black cauldron sat on a bare spot in the yard. She didn't use it anymore, but in decades past, it was where she boiled laundry. Nanny would collect ashes from the fires she built beneath it, until she had enough to make the lye she needed to make soap. 

I can't imagine the time and work it took to do nearly everything from scratch. We have a far easier life these days than we realize.

Soapmaking is one thing that's on my list of things to do. 


My mom, a retired English teacher, wrote a companion workbook to a novel that one of her friends wrote. In it, she included a lye soap recipe. If you have kids, especially if you homeschool, you might want to check it out. The title of the book is When the Cowboy Rides Away. It was written by Molly Noble Bull, a woman who grew up around ranchers in Texas.


The novel can be found here, and the workbook can be found here.

If you want something spooky, try the novel and workbook combo titled Gatehaven. It's not western, but it is historical.


Those are available on Amazon, too.

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Before I go, I want to leave you with one more spooky thing so my post's title won't be a total Halloween bait and switch. This isn't western either, but it does support a great cause. 

FULL DARK's 5th anniversary is this month. It's a benefit anthology, and all proceeds go to help veterans and first responders.


What happens in the dark will come to light.

FULL DARK is a collection of eleven short works with impressive depth and range. Twisted tales of ghosts, villains, and the paranormal await you—mystery, heinous fantasy, and pure suspense. Acclaimed and award-winning authors as well as a few talented newcomers have joined forces to be your guide. Venture into the dark if you dare.
Just A Matter Of Time by Loni Townsend
Forerunner by David Powers King
Taking Care Of You by Carrie Butler
The Apartment by Lisa Buie-Collard
The Caricature by Nick Wilford
Shifting Sands by Elizabeth Seckman
Shadows Falling On Rainbows by Celeste Holloway
Meringue, Murder or Marzipan by Tonja Drecker
Haunted Lake by Michelle Athy
Soul Coin by Laura Rich
Retribution by Melissa Maygrove
FULL DARK is a benefit anthology. 100% of the proceeds will be donated to the Gary Sinise Foundation, an organization that does many wonderful things for our country's active military, its veterans, and the countless first responders who sacrifice so much to keep us safe.

Available in Kindle e-book and paperback at Amazon.


Tuesday, October 11, 2022

GHOST RIDERS


 Post by Doris McCraw aka Angela Raines

Photo (c) and Property of Doris McCraw

Halloween = Ghosts, Goblins, and all things scary. Since I love music, comics, and history who knows where this post will end up.

History: Let's start with the 'Wild Hunt'. Wild Hunt is a folklore tail, popularised by Jacob Grimm, who coined the term 'Wild Hunt', which is a part of many northern European cultures. The story typically involves a chase led by a mythologic,  historic, or biblical figure. This leader is usually followed by a ghost or supernatural band of hunters. The hunters were usually composed of the souls of the dead, possibly ghost dogs, or in some cases depending on the composition of the believers could've been fairies, valkyries, or even elves.

In those cultures seeing the Wild Hunt was usually thought to presage some catastrophic event such as a war, a plague, or possibly the death of the person who witnessed it. For some people there was the belief that if you encountered the hunt you could be abducted and taken to the underworld or a fairy kingdom or your spirit was pulled away while you were sleeping to join the hunters behind the leader.

Comics: 'Ghost Rider'. Anyone who has read comic books has probably heard of Ghost Rider. This comic debuted in 1967 and was put out by the Marvel Comics Group. The original comic was actually a Western with the title character named Carter Slade. This particular series with Slade as the rider only lasted seven issues.

The next time we see Ghost Rider the title character had the name, Johnny Blaze. This character rode a motorcycle. Some of you may remember the movie of the same name that starred Nicholas Cage.

I believe the original seven Ghost Rider comic stories may have been renamed Phantom Rider, but I can't verify that.

And this brings us to the music part of the post.

Music: The song "Ghost Riders in the Sky" was written in 1948 by songwriter and actor Stan Jones. This song has been recorded by numerous singers, including Jones. According to Wikipedia, Jones claims that he was told the story,  at the age of twelve, of ghost riders by a Native American who was living near his hometown of Douglas, Arizona. The story was that when the soul left the physical body it resided in the sky as a spirit. To Jones, the cloudy shapes that he saw when he looked up in the sky resembled the "Ghost Riders".

The song reached number one on Billboard magazine's chart as recorded by Vaughn Monroe in 1949. It also made the charts when sung by, The Outlaws, Bing Crosby, Frankie Laine, Peggy Lee, two different versions by Burl Ives, Marty Robbins, The Ramrods, and Johnny Cash. Even Lawrence Welk recorded the song. 

Western Writers of America chose it in 2010 as the Greatest Western Song of all time.

Peggy Lee Version




So as the season progresses you can always take a trip down the rabbit hole that is YouTube and listen to all the versions of this song you can find.  Have a wonderful October.

For those who wonder what I've been up to, I've released two non-fiction works under the name Doris McCraw:

"Under the Stone: EarlyWomen Doctors in Evergreen Cemetery" and "52 Haiku: Reflections From Life in Colorado"

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Monday, October 10, 2022

We need cowboys (and cowgirls) today! By Jan Scarbrough

When I was a child after my family purchased our first television, I’d wake up Saturday morning while my parents slept and watch old western movies. I was a Roy Rogers fan, but Gene Autry was another popular cowboy for kids. At that time, Autry came up with a set of values for his fans.


“Gene Autry's movies, radio dramas, television episodes, and comic books always had storylines with Gene Autry doing the right thing or helping folks make the right choices in tough situations. In the late 1940s a formal code of ethics emerged and was known by his fans as ‘Gene Autry's Cowboy Code’ or the ‘Cowboy Commandments’.”


All I can say is that we could use this code today. 

What do you think?


Incidentally, the pronoun “he” was perfectly acceptable to use back in the day. As an English teacher, I used it for years as a “generic pronoun,” referring to “she” as well as “he.”


From Grammar Rules for He/She/They Usage:

For years, if the gender of an individual referred to in a sentence is unknown, “he” would be used as the generic pronoun.

“We don’t know who started the fire,” a police officer might say, “but he will be held responsible.”

It was understood, by both the police officer and any listeners, that “he” could refer to either a woman or a man. To be inclusive, this did morph to the use of the clunky "he/she." However, he/she is limiting since it does not account for non-binary individuals.

But even old English teachers need to change. So I need to stop fighting what I consider the incorrect use of “they.”

As culture changes, so does the language, and many believe that the exclusive use of he or he/she for a person of unknown gender is outdated. Therefore, the singular they is the preferred pronoun.


I’ve several written romance novels about cowboys. Here’s my latest.



BEN of the Dawsons of Montana series

Even fake dates can ignite real romances. Are some promises worth breaking if it leads to a second chance at love?

BEN is available at most ebook retailers.


Friday, October 7, 2022

Drafting A New Series ~ Raine Rochelle

 


Hello. Well, it’s been a really sad time over here in the UK with the recent passing of our queen, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II. Getting my head into writing has been particularly difficult, but I’ve finally managed to finish the first draft of Heart Strings which is Book 1 in The Johnsons of Junova, the second sub series from The Billionaires of Brightside Ranch Series.

This series follows the cousins of the Devereux brothers as they tackle the pressure of their failing ranch with their dream to make it big as a country band, amid varying personalities, egos and, of course, life’s curveballs.

I’ve chosen a light-hearted excerpt which I hope introduces the Johnson brothers’ differing characters. I hope you enjoy it, and look out for the book, Heart Strings, which will be released in a few weeks’ time.

 

“Devon’s already had his breakfast and gone out to check on the pigs,” Mom told them, coming over to the table with the coffee jug.

Tyler raised his eyebrows. “That’s good.”

“I think I made the right decision giving him responsibility for them.” Kurt gave a smug grin.

Tyler rolled his eyes as he tucked into his breakfast. “You’re gonna need a bigger hat for that head of yours if you carry on like that.”

“I’ll bet Dad was pleased to see you, Mom.” Sam always was the tactful one, as he smiled at her when she sat down.

She offered him a grateful smile. “He was. He couldn’t speak much, but he knew we were there.”

Tyler recalled how she held their old man’s hand at the hospital, and he’d smiled weakly. He’d only stayed in the unit long enough to see that Dad was okay, before leaving Mom to talk to him alone. She’d been quite teary on the way home, but it was good tears. Tears of relief and joy.

“Devon’s offered to take me to see him tonight,” she went on.

“I’d have taken you, Mom.” Tyler looked up in surprise.

“You need to spend some time with that girl of yours before she forgets what you look like,” she told him with a knowing look.

Tyler nodded. She was right, of course. He and Sasha hadn’t been together since the night when she told him what she thought, although they’d phoned each other and left messages quite a lot recently. It wasn’t the same as holding her in his arms though, and looking into those deep green eyes of hers. “I’ll do that, Mom.”

After helping with the dishes, Tyler went back into the office and looked around with a sigh. He’d got used to coming in here and working every day, although he still helped out with his brothers when he could. It was hard to think that this routine of his might be about to change. Dad was likely to want to take back the reins as soon as he could, leaving Tyler to go back to tending the horses.

He didn’t relish the idea of having Kurt giving him orders, and suddenly wondered if he’d been a little hasty in his decision to make his brother the foreman On reflection, though, he realized that he was being selfish, and he’d never forget the look of joy and relief in his brother’s eyes last night when he’d announced his promotion. Mom had seemed pleased, too. He hoped it would solidify Kurt’s place here at the family ranch where he belonged. Hopefully Dad would have forgotten his angry words and be happy that Kurt was home, too.

When he’d finished his usual daily routine of sorting through the mail, making payments and recording them in a spreadsheet, Tyler took a stroll around the ranch. The sun was bright, the air was really warm, and he took some time to appreciate the birds singing as he wandered around. It had been a while since he’d done that, he realized.

He was surprised to see Sam in the training paddock, putting a beautiful black stallion through its paces under the watchful eye of Ron Atkins, the trainer.

“That’s right, son, you’ve got it,” Ron called over as Sam coaxed the horse into a canter. “You’re doing a great job.”

Sam beamed, not taking his eye off the horse as it loped around the training area. Tyler grinned. Sam was always quite sensitive, so why hadn’t it occurred to him that he’d make an excellent horse trainer? Ron was in his late sixties, and had already hinted that he’d like to retire soon. Sam could be his perfect replacement.

He made his way over to the pigsty where Devon was busy singing to the hogs as he fed them. Tyler laughed at his brother’s choice of words.

The roses all in bloom, the sweet scent of your perfume…” Devon’s voice rang out in perfect pitch, as usual.

“You sure are getting a little close to these guys,” Tyler called over to his brother, grinning.

Devon looked up with a laugh. “Hey, it takes a lot of imagination to write a song, you know, bro?” He finished with the feed and went to join Tyler who was leaning over the fence of the pen.

“I see that.” Tyler nodded, still chuckling. “How’s it going?”

“Great. I got the whole place cleaned out this morning and put in fresh straw and water. It took a while, I can tell you – not that these guys seem to appreciate it one bit.” He rolled his eyes. “It made it a bit easier for me to work around here though, so I’m not complaining. You should’ve smelled the stench before I started! I had to take a shower and change my clothes after all that, I can tell you. I was thinking about mixing in some pine shavings in future. They don’t stick to the fellas as much as straw and they smell good, too. And, of course, they’re cheaper than straw so we can cut the cost at the same time.” Devon’s face shone as he spoke, and Tyler could see how proud he was of his efforts and ideas. It was a good plan, too. His youngest brother had clearly been doing some research.

“You’re doing a great job. Is no one helping you over here?” Tyler asked.

Devon shook his head. “I can manage. Besides, I can sing as loud as I want out here without anyone bothering me.”

“You sounded great, too, bro.” Tyler was keen to give credit where it was due. “Is that a new number you’re working on?”

“Yeah. It’s early days but I think it’s going to be a good one. Bit of a ballad, I think. Mix it up a little, you know?”

“We’ll certainly need to do that if we’re headlining. My guess is we’ll be performing on and off all weekend. We’ll need to give folks something a little different to keep ‘em interested.”

“We’re definitely doing this, aren’t we?” Devon frowned, swiping a hand through his hair before replacing his hat.

Tyler sighed. “I sure hope so, buddy. I think Mom’s coming around to the idea, but it all depends on Dad. She’s keen not to run roughshod over his feelings, and I get it. I just hope she can convince him it’s a good idea.”

“D’you think he’ll be home by then?” Devon asked.

“It’s hard to say. I mean, he’s definitely improving. And I really think he’s going to be okay. The doctor said it’s still early days, so that could mean anything. I doubt Dad’ll want to stick around in that place once he’s on his feet though. You  know how impatient he gets.”

“I do that,” Devon agreed with a nod. “Well, Sam and I are still working on new numbers, and Kurt was talking about us co-ordinating our shirt or something. He says he knows we can’t afford to splash out on new clothes, but it’ll be good to at least look like a band.”

Tyler raised his eyebrows. He hadn’t thought of that. They usually all wore jeans and clean shirt, but it was important to look good for such a huge gig.

“Urgh. And talking of splashing out…” Devon looked down as a huge black hog had just plunked itself in a freshly-made pile of dirt, which splattered up the young guy’s jeans. “I love my job,” he sighed, rolling his eyes.

Tyler had managed to avoid the mess, so he just laughed as he moved away. “I’ll leave you to it, then, buddy. Keep up the good work. You’re doing great.”

“Thanks, bro.” Devon turned back to the hog. “Now look what you’ve done! These were clean on, too. Admit it, you did that one purpose, didn’t you?”

Tyler couldn’t help grinning as he made a swift exit. Devon had never minded getting dirty, and it seemed this job was made for him. He sure was good at it, too. And if his singing was anything to go by, they’d have a good few numbers to impress the crowds at Countryfest. He only prayed that their dad would have had a change of heart about them doing the gig. He’d have to speak to Mom about it later. It had been good to see her looking so much more relaxed this morning, and he just hoped it continued.

Kurt was speaking with one of the hands from Brightside when Tyler found him.

“You’ve got a good point there, Kurt,” the guy was saying, clearly impressed. “I guess I hadn’t looked at it that way.”

Tyler grinned at his brother’s glowing face. Kurt sure was clued up on the running of the place, and was good at giving instruction. It was good to see he wasn’t too confident not to talk things through, and was probably gaining some insight into his new position from the more experience hand.

“Hey bro, who let you out?” Kurt turned to him with a cheeky quip.

“I escaped,” Tyler joked. “Just fancied some fresh air and wanted to see how you guys were all coping out here without me.”

“Ha!” Kurt laughed. “If you were hoping the place’d fall apart out here then I’ve got some bad news for you.”

Tyler gave a look of mock shock, putting his hand to his heart. “What? You mean… you guys can manage without me?”

“Hey, I didn’t say we couldn’t do with an extra pair of hands around the place,” Kurt assured him. “But, as you can see, it’s all humming along nicely.”

Tyler glanced around. With the stables and outbuildings repaired, and new fencing put up, the place looked like it was definitely thriving. Everyone seemed to be getting on with their jobs quite happily, and he was relieved that the guys all seemed happy in their work. “Looks like you’ve got it all under control, bro.”

Kurt puffed out his chest and rubbed the knuckles of his right hand over it. “Well, what can I say?” He feigned a look of smug importance, which made his brother and the other guy laugh.

Tyler rolled his eyes. “I think I was right about that hat.”

 

I hope you’ll look out for the new release, and continue to enjoy the series.

Take care,

Raine



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