Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Codes, Ciphers, and Secrets by Christina Cole

Many, many years ago -- too many to mention -- when I was about twelve years ago, I sat down with a group of friends, and together we created a "super powerful, absolutely unbreakable" code. At least, that's what we thought.

We used our secret code to scribble oh-so-important notes, such as:

O gsomq Gaw oh jaeppu xysa, wim'g uiy?

Confident that no one could read our secrets no matter how hard they might try, we filled our diaries, wrote letters to one another, and even memorized a few handy phrases, such as "Piiq ifaj gsaja!" That was often used to alert a member of the group to the presence of a cute boy.

Looking back now, I have to laugh at our supposedly unbreakable code. Of course, no one read our secrets because no one really cared. Had anyone wanted to decipher our cryptic messages, it would have been very easy, indeed. In fact, any fan of puzzle-book cryptograms can easily break our code with no more information than what appears in the two example sentences above.

Note: If you're not a cryptogram solver, don't worry about what my little messages here are all about. They're truly not worth decoding.

What my friends and I were using is known as a simple substitution code in which one letter of the alphabet replaces another. To show how truly naive we were about "secret codes", ours was the weakest variety of substitution code.

So much for the brain power of silly 12-year-old school girls!

Soon after high school, I discovered magazine cryptograms. At first, I thought solving one must surely be the most difficult thing in the world, but being the curious sort, I set about learning how to unravel them. From there, I went on to learn about many different types of codes and ciphers, many of which are extremely complicated.

First, contrary to what many people think, the term code and cipher are not interchangeable. What we referred to as "Our Secret Code" back in sixth grade, was actually not a code, but a cipher.

A message written in code is one in which each word is replaced by another word whose meaning is known only by the intended recipient. In similar fashion, many times individuals or places are given code names. During the Kennedy administration, the White House was known to the Secret Service as Camelot. President Kennedy was given the code name Lancelot.

A cipher, by contrast, is one in which each individual letter is replaced with another letter or with a symbol. In addition to substitution, popular forms of ciphers are transposition (writing words backward or transposing groups of letters), and "rotations" or "shifts", where letters are replaced by counting down a pre-determined number. A "ROT1" cipher, therefore, would use B forA, C for B, and continue through the alphabet in the same manner.

The illustration below shows a "Caesar Shift" coding device based on rotation. The inner wheel could be turned to align with a specific "key letter". For the "ROT1" cipher mentioned above, the letter B would be moved under the letter A in the outer ring. Most rotational ciphers are referred to by the key letter used. If we were exchanging secret documents, we might agree to use a "G" cipher on a certain day, or an "N" cipher the next.


A more complex form of cipher is the Vigenere in which multiple transitional ciphers are used within a single message. This is one type of "polyalphabetic" ciphers. Many others exist.

Codes and ciphers have played an important part in history, especially during wartime. Even during times of peace, intelligence communities still need secure methods for exchanging private information. Of course, "encryption" is also an important concern for online financial or personal transactions.

But what about the wild west? Were codes and ciphers used back then? Most definitely.

One of the most fascinating treasure quests involves a still-unsolved cipher. The story is told of a man named Thomas J. Beale who was alleged to have hidden away a treasure worth (in today's figures) about sixty-three million dollars. The treasure is said of have originated from a mine near Santa Fe. Some versions of the story place the treasure in Colorado; others tell of Beale returning to his home in Virginia to stash the loot.

What is known for certain is that Beale encrypted three documents. The first was said to reveal the location of the buried silver and gold. The second provided information on the content of the treasure. The third listed the names and the kin of the treasure's owners. These three documents were placed in an iron box and entrusted to an innkeeper with instructions not to open the box unless Beale failed to return for it within ten years. The box remained unclaimed, and finally, twenty-three years later, the innkeeper opened it.

Eventually the second cipher was solved. The content of the first and third ciphers remains a mystery and no one has yet uncovered Beale's treasure...if any treasure existed.

There are some who believe the Beale papers were nothing more than an elaborate hoax. Maybe so. There are others who claim to have found the hidden vault and many artifacts, but, alas, no treasure.

Here is an illustration of one of Beale's cryptic documents:



Although I don't know whether or not Beale's treausre truly exists, I've long been intrigued by the cipher. When I began writing He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not, the third book of my "Sunset" series, I knew my characters would be doing a bit of treasure-hunting of their own. It was a perfect opportunity to share my love for ciphers.

The document Ben and Emily set out to decode is a bit less complicated than Beale's cipher.


118

13

6

68

1

6

2

2

2

48

2

3

98

1

9

13

9

6

36

1

6

44

5

6

1

1

1

132

6

8

3

11

4

68

1

6

106

1

2

68

11

6

3

1

4

Creating it was great fun, and I hope readers will enjoy the challenge of solving the puzzle. Will it lead to gold? Or only to a lot of trouble?

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I could go on and on about codes and ciphers, secret writing, and code-breaking. Over the years, it's become a favorite past-time of mine. If I've sparked any curiosity -- and I hope I have -- you might want to pay a visit to the "Braingle" page on Codes, Ciphers, Encryption, and Cryptography.

You'll find that I've barely scratched the surface in this post. From "Playfairs" to "Four Squares" to "Book Ciphers" to "Semaphores", there's a lot of hidden messages in the world around us. 

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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
Book Three of "The Sunset Series"
by Christina Cole
Available from Secret Cravings Publishing
January 28, 2015





Monday, January 12, 2015

Pioneer Candle Making by Kathleen Ball

I am utterly fascinated as I research the lives of the American Pioneers. I don't know how they had time to get everything done. Much was done out of necessity. Flipping a switch to light a room is something I do without much thought but in the pioneer days having light in your house required planning and hard work. Most log cabins and sod houses had only one window if they had any. 



 Candlemaking was an important and vital household chore. Every housewife made a supply of candles in the fall. The Pioneer candlemakers followed in the footsteps of the candlemaking techniques practiced during the Colonial era. In the pioneer states of Kentucky, Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois, the women had brought their knowledge of candlemaking to the frontier.



 All suet and fat from cows, sheep and pigs were conserved carefully.  Every housewife made a supply of candles in the fall. Candle rods, each with a row of wicks attached, were repeatedly dipped into big iron kettles of boiling water and melted tallow. It was all-day, back-breaking, smelly, unpleasant “women's work.” To make the wicks, women could either buy cotton twist, or use the silky down from milkweed pods.

Later, the tallow was mixed with powdered gum camphor. Finer candles with scent were made with wax from the bayberry or wax myrtle. These inventive women even achieved decorative effects by layering wax dyed with the red juice of poke berries, made green from wild nettles, or yellow from alder bark, as well as other natural dyestuffs.



So much hard work to exist out West. I admire these folks who packed up everything and made the move westward knowing of the dangers and hard work ahead of them.


I'm Kathleen Ball and I write Western Romance. You can find me at Http://www.kathleenballromance.com

I do have a free book Texas Haven available on Amazon
Thank you so much for stopping by!

Friday, January 9, 2015

#Free book + giveaway. Hearts of Owyhee by @JacquieRogers #western #romance #oldwest



Cowboy kisses is not for promotion, although we aren't at all averse to telling people about our books.  Still, every once in a while, the contributors do need to let folks know what we have available.  In my case, the rights to the entire Hearts of Owyhee series reverted back to me Dec. 31, so I'm reissuing the books--re-edited and with new covers.  In one case, Much Ado About Madams, I wrote a new ending.  Well, more like added-to.  

So for this month, I'm hauling out all the books for you to see.  Oh, that reminds me that I need to update my author page here at CK.  Better get to it!

And don't forget that Friday only (Jan. 9, 2015), Much Ado About Madams is free!  If you miss the free day, the book will be only 99¢ the next two days, so still a bargain.


Welcome to 1880s Owyhee County, Idaho Territory!  It was a hoppin' place in those days, and I've brought you several fictional adventures, both novels and short stories.  These can be read in any order, but here's the chronological sequence:

Much Ado About Madams
Hearts of Owyhee #1
by Jacquie Rogers

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5 Stars from Detra Fitch, Huntress Reviews: "A story this good can only come from the imagination of Jacquie Rogers."

"A rollicking riot of a good read!" ~Ann Charles, author of the Deadwood Mysteries

Low-down on Much Ado About Madams

Oh my stars! Suffragist Lucinda Sharpe can’t believe she was hired to teach a bunch of soiled doves their letters. And what about the handsome brothel owner? Only a despicable cad would engage in such a business.

Blast that woman! Reese McAdams didn’t want the brothel in the first danged place, and now a suffragist schoolteacher is stirring up the works.

Can she reform the Comfort Palace ladies without losing her heart to Reese? Will her secret past ruin her future?

"A romantic trip to the Old West stamped with Jacquie Rogers' special brand of humor. ~ Caroline Clemmons, author of Brazos Bride

"Ms Rogers' clever western romance, MUCH ADO ABOUT MADAMS manages to enrousingly engage her growing readership while reminding us of the difficulties faced by the brave women who tamed the American West. All that, and did I say entertaining!" ~ John Klawitter, author of The Freight Train of Love
♥ ♥ ♥

Much Ado About Marshals
Hearts of Owyhee #2
by Jacquie Rogers

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NOR Top Pick
CTRR Award
Winner: RttA, Best Western Historical Romance Novel

5 stars from Laron Glover: Need a break? This is a FUN book (seriously--when's the last time you read a laugh-out-loud book?)! Turn off the iphone, kick off yer boots (or Jimmy Choos) and let Jacquie Rogers provide that mini-vacation you KNOW you need!

Low-down on Much Ado About Marshals

Rancher Cole Richards rescues his friend from robbing a bank, but is shot for his efforts, and now is a wanted man. His friend takes him to Oreana to see the doc, but Cole's mistaken for the new marshal!

Daisy Gardner is obsessed with solving crimes just like dime novel heroine Honey Beaulieu. But Daisy's parents insist she marry a farmer. Problem is, she can't be a detective if she's stuck miles from town. What better solution than to marry the new marshal.

Now Cole faces a dilemma few men have to face—tell the truth and hang, or live a lie and end up married. Either way could cost him his freedom.

5 stars from romantchick: Nancy Drew meets William Shakespeare ...hilarious characters, memorable colloquialisms, a clever, engaging plot and fine writing. All of which recommends Rogers' Much Ado About Marshals as everything to do about a charming, well-written romp.
♥ ♥ ♥

Much Ado About Miners
Hearts of Owyhee #3
by Jacquie Rogers

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"My biscuits are burning from this scorcher of a book. I will never be able to bake again without a wicked grin on my face.This is the latest installment of the Much Ado series, and it's as explosive as a stick of dynamite." ~reader Karla Eakin

"My biscuits are burning from this scorcher of a book. I will never be able to bake again without a wicked grin on my face.This is the latest installment of the Much Ado series, and it's as explosive as a stick of dynamite." ~ Agnes Alexander, author of Drina's Choice

Lowdown on Much Ado About Miners

Cupid’s bullet...
Hired gun Kade McKinnon interrupts a bank holdup and is shot by the teller, Iris Gardner, whose victims have a tendency to be the next groom in town. Will he be the groom this time?

Cupid’s bow...
Iris Gardner, a smart, independent bank clerk, fell in love with Kade when she was too young to know better. So when he walks back into her life and her bank, it's only fitting that she shoots him ... by accident, of course.

Cupid’s blindfold...
Kade doesn’t know Iris’s company is the one who hired him to escort a bullion shipment, and Iris doesn’t know Kade owns the security company, but they both know robbers are on their trail. Which is more likely to be stolen—the silver, or his heart?

"...if you love a good romance set in a fun western setting, and you love to laugh, you will love this book as much as I did!" ~ reader Terry Gregson

♥ ♥ ♥

Much Ado About Mavericks
Hearts of Owyhee #4
by Jacquie Rogers

Amazon Kindle

FIVE STARS! "Jacquie Rogers writes some of the best Historical Romances on today's market. Not content to simply write a plot and toss in a lot of bed scenes and/or filler, this author adds in subplots, humor, action, suspense, and some endearing strays." ~Detra Fitch, Huntress Reviews

"When you read a Jacquie Rogers book, you know you're in for a fast, fun ride!" ~BookwormForever

Low-down on Much Ado About Mavericks

Against the sweeping backdrop of the Owyhee Mountains, Benjamin Lawrence meets the one woman who'll rattle his derby forever.

Ben is a highly respected attorney in Boston, but in Idaho Territory, they still think of him as that gangly awkward boy called Skeeter.  When he goes back home to settle his father’s estate, he’s confronted with an outlandish will and a fiery redheaded head wrangler, who just happens to be the sexiest female he's ever met.

Janelle Kathryn O'Keefe, affectionately called "Jake," can out-ride, out-shoot, and out-rope any cowboy on the Bar EL, which is why she was promoted to foreman.  She's not at all amused that she has to teach an eastern greenhorn how to work cattle, no matter how handsome he is.

5 Stars from reader Claudia Stephan: "I can't even count the times I laughed out loud while reading this book. What are you waiting for? Give it a try!"
♥ ♥ ♥
Contest!
One commenter will win a free digital copy of 
Much Ado About Mavericks  
Drawing will be January 12, 2015, at 9pm Pacific Time

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Leon's Story, Part I



To kick off the New Year, I decided to do something different. For those who have read or are reading my Weston Family Series, I always wondered why Emily Weston drastically changed from loving mother to disowning her children. There had to be more to her story than just a pampered socialite from Boston, and who better to know the truth than Leon Weston, patriarch of the Weston clan. Today at Cowboy Kisses step back in time and discover some of Leon and Emily’s secrets in Leon’s Story, Part One. Part Two will be released in February.        


Wooded Acres Ranch, CO
Christmas Eve Morning 1876
The wind howled from the north, nearly robbing Leon Weston of breath as he trudged through the heavy snow, his old bones groaning in protest. In his younger days, he’d made the short trek from the house to the family cemetery without complaint. This morning the walk felt akin to ten, long miles. Even the hinges on the wrought iron squeaked in complaint as he pushed open the gate and stepped toward the lone headstone.
Removing his Stetson and bowing his head, Leon inwardly recited the Lord’s Prayer then returned his hat to his head, pulled his scarf tighter around his neck. Opening his eyes, he noted the several inches of snow coating the top of the marble and the frost covering the inscription.
“Good morning, Emily,” he crooned to the stone representing his wife who’d passed twenty three ago. “Merry Christmas Eve to you.”
He shoved his gloved hands deep into his coat pockets, looked around for a place to sit. What he’d come to say to Emily today would take a while, but the bench he’d positioned near the towering pine was hidden beneath the snow, and hunkering down or squatting in the knee-deep powder caused his bones to shiver. So he stood, his fingers grasping the lining of his pockets.
“Cade brought home a bride last Christmas. The Christmas before Tess married James.” He spoke of his grandchildren. “I like that James. He’s a hard worker and takes good care of Tess. Lucas wouldn’t have allowed his daughter to marry some lazy riff-raff.” Leon smiled fondly in remembrance of the ill  expression on his eldest son’s face when he’d given Tess away in marriage, which was probably why Lucas spent a lot of time at Tess’ homestead, that is, when he wasn’t pestering his sister-in-law, Racy, for a sweet treat.
A gust of wind pelted Leon’s back and he sobered as the face of his second son flashed across his mind. “Don’t think Royce will walk quietly alongside Tabitha and hand her over to another man like Lucas did with Tess.” Leon cleared his throat with a cough. “Then again, Royce has a few years before our other granddaughter sets her sights on someone. Now, Creel,” he paused and turned his gaze in the direction of the snow clouds shrouding the mountains.
“Creel’s our baby, Emily.” He returned his attention to the gravestone. “His wife is near a babe herself. Racy told me she wants a passel of children. Her first one’s due to come into this world next month. Creel doesn’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, so long as Racy and the babe are healthy. And Rachael’s little girl turns two tonight.”
A shiver moved through Leon’s weathered body, not so much from the cold as from his prattling. He was stalling, revealing tidbits he’d already told Emily while trying to find the words he’d come to say. The words he’d come to ask. The words he couldn’t bring himself to voice until now.
Emily had died in a riding accident. She’d been galloping across the meadow when her mare had spooked and thrown her across a log. A sharp branch jutting out from the wood had pierced her chest.
“Why?” he croaked painfully. “Why did you leave home that day? Why didn’t you stay at the house? I told you nothing good would come if you went back to Boston, no matter how much you willed it. Why didn’t you believe me?”
Unbidden, heated arguments from the past filled his ears. Spats from behind the barn, squabbles from behind closed doors; their children had overheard him and Emily feuding and had suffered greatly. Rachael had run away, and had stayed away for twenty-two years. Royce had distrusted women for several years before his wife set him straight. The same had held true for Lucas. Creel had been young when Emily had passed. He didn’t cotton to his brothers’ and sister’s speculations over Emily’s hunger for Boston until years later. Sadly, the four believed their ma had favored the comforts and riches of the big city over them. Truth be told his children were wrong…









The series begins with Royce in Luck of the Draw.








 





Lucas follows with Lady Luck. 


 Available at:
 www.amazon.com/author/julielence

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

The Denver of Oregon

By Shanna Hatfield

Anyone driving on I-84 through Eastern Oregon will go right past the small town of Baker City. From the freeway, travelers might notice a few restaurants, hotels, and gas stations.

Few visitors realize that Baker City was referred to as the "Denver of Oregon" back in the 1800s, when gold mining drew people to the area and the town boasted any number of luxuries.

Baker City's history goes back to the mid-1800s. The Oregon Trail went through the area (The Oregon Trail Interpretive Center located just a few miles east of town provides a rich and colorful look at life on the trail) and many settlers decided to make Baker County their home.

The city (now the county seat) and Baker County were named in honor of U.S. Senator Edward D. Baker, the only sitting senator to be killed in a military engagement. He died in 1861 while leading a charge of Union Army soldiers up a ridge at Ball's Bluff, Virginia, during the American Civil War.


Gold drew settlers to the area. Auburn,  a gold mining boom town located five miles southwest of present Baker City, served as the seat of Baker County in 1862.

In 1864, only three cabins stood within the urban boundaries of present day Baker City.  A portion of what would become downtown was platted and by 1865, the main street offered a saloon, a few hotels, a livery stable, a variety store that housed the post office, a blacksmith shop, and a handful of other buildings.


By 1868, as placer mines played out, Baker City became both the county seat and commercial center. Auburn soon became little more than a memory.

In 1874, the legislature approved Baker City’s first charter, which set up a board of five trustees. In 1887, Baker City elected blacksmith and farm implement dealer Syrenus B. McCord as the city’s first mayor along with five councilmen.
 
Beginning in its earliest days, Baker City had a Chinatown that included several businesses, a Chinese temple, private dwellings, opium dens, and prostitution cribs. Today, visitors can see the Chinese cemetery just off the freeway.

Baker City’s buildings were constructed of wood until 1873, when former Sheriff James W. Virtue, who had established the county’s first bank in 1870, built a stone “fire proof” business structure on the southwest corner of Main and Court. Despite his claims, the building burned down in the 1880s.

Several fires ravaged Main Street buildings over the years. The most disastrous was the 1887 fire that destroyed all structures on the east side of the 1700 block of Main. Before the year was out, all those frame buildings were replaced by brick buildings, and some made of native volcanic tuff stone quarried at Pleasant Valley, south of Baker City.

One of the most impressive brick buildings still standing today is the Geiser Grand Hotel, located on Main Street. The Warshauer brothers, Jake and Harry, constructed the hotel 1889. It went by the name Hotel Warshauer until purchased by the Geiser family about 1900.

http://www.amazon.com/Crumpets-Cowpies-Historical-Western-Romance-ebook/dp/B00QMTZYM2/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1420499308&sr=1-1&keywords=crumpets+and+cowpies
You can read a little about the hotel and life in 1890 Baker City in my latest sweet western romance - Crumpets and Cowpies, the first book in the new Baker City Brides series.

In the story, Rancher Thane Jordan reluctantly travels to England to settle his brother’s estate only to find he’s inherited much more than he could possibly have imagined.  Lady Jemma Bryan has no desire to spend a single minute in Thane Jordan’s insufferable presence much less live under the same roof with the handsome, arrogant American. Forced to choose between poverty or marriage to the man, she finds herself traveling across an ocean and America to reach his ranch in Oregon.

Available on Amazon

Monday, January 5, 2015

Las Vegas, New Mexico

By Kristy McCaffrey


When you hear Las Vegas you immediately think of the gambling mecca in Nevada, but there is another.











Las Vegas, New Mexico—located east of Santa Fe—was established in 1835 on the Gallinas River, near the Sangre de Cristo Mountains.

Sangre de Cristo Mountains
It prospered as a stop on the Santa Fe Trail and was 30 miles from Fort Union, a large Army outpost.

Fort Union
Las Vegas had a unique combination of Spanish and Anglo traditions. The white people held balls and church socials while the Spanish community held fandangos, or neighborhood dances, and fiestas.

The railroad arrived in 1879 and Las Vegas soon became one of the largest cities in the American southwest. The sophisticated town supported an opera house, social and literary clubs, an orchestra, and a theater. But Las Vegas also had a reputation for rowdiness, and had its fair share of gamblers, hoodlums, and fallen women. Infamous characters such as Doc Holliday and his companion, Big Nose Kate, as well as Billy the Kid, Jesse James, and Wyatt Earp all passed through in the late 19th century. The area later became known as a resort town because of its dry, temperate climate and the hot springs north of town, attracting wealthy patrons from as far off as Europe. These luxury resorts flourished during the 1880’s and early 1890’s.

Las Vegas, New Mexico
Many movies have been filmed here, beginning with silent western films, from 1913 to 1915, to Easy Rider, Convoy, Wyatt Earp (starring Kevin Costner), All the Pretty Horses (with Matt Damon and Penelope Cruz), No Country for Old Men (with Tommy Lee Jones and Javier Bardem) and Paul (with Simon Pegg and Kristen Wiig).



My second book in my Old West romance series, The Dove, is set in Las Vegas and the surrounding countryside.


THE DOVE
Wings of the West Series: Book Two

Disappointment hits ex-deputy Logan Ryan hard when he finds Claire Waters in the midst of a bustling Santa Fe Trail town. The woman he remembers is gone—in her place is a working girl with enticing curves and a load of trouble. As a web of deceit entangles them with men both desperate and dangerous, Logan tries to protect Claire, unaware his own past poses the greatest threat.

Plagued by shame all her life, Claire is stunned when Logan catches her on the doorstep of The White Dove Saloon dressed as a prostitute. She lets him believe the worst, but with her mama missing and the fancy girls deserting the place, she's hard-pressed to refuse his offer of help. As she embarks on a journey that will unravel the fabric of her life, one thing becomes clear—opening her heart may be the most dangerous proposition of all.





Thursday, January 1, 2015

Posts will soon resume...

The holidays are a busy time and obviously the Cowboy Kissing Group has been otherwise occupied.  Hopefully, we'll be back on schedule next week.  In the meantime...

stolen from Google Images