Greetings! It is with much sadness Cowboy Kisses says goodbye to 2 authors, Kathleen Tighe Ball and Charlene. Both have left the blog to further their writing careers. If you're a fan of these ladies, all is not lost. They can still be found on our Facebook group sharing their latest news and releases.
It is with much happiness Cowboy Kisses welcomes Barbara Catlin and Claire McEwen to the blog. Please give these talented ladies a warm greeting. Barbara will blog on the 4th Monday and Claire will blog on the 2nd Monday, to begin in June 2017. Until their respective dates, be sure to check out their websites and author pages.
Hugs!
Julie
Sunday, May 7, 2017
Friday, May 5, 2017
Comanche Captives: Taken, Part I
Note: There are records of white captives being taken since Colonial times. The following blog deals specifically with children taken captive during the Indian wars in Texas during the last half of the 19th century.
The first episode of AMC's The Son coincided with my reading of the book News of the World by Paulette Jiles. Both the TV series and the book deal with white children who lived with the Comanches after their capture. The Son centers around a ruthless Texas cattleman, played by Pierce Brosnan, his current shady dealings, and flashbacks to his life among the Comanches. News of the World is a quick read about an old man who makes his living traveling from town to town in Texas reading the newspaper to crowds. At one stop he's asked to take a young girl back to her remaining relatives after she's been released from the Kiowa. By this time the girl has lost her native language and is completely Indianized.
I enjoyed the News of the World, an obviously well-researched book, but when I finished it, it left me with a few questions. Luckily for me the author ended the book with a recommendation for further reading, The Captured:A True Story of Abduction by Indians, by Scott Zesch. I bought the book, thinking it would be dry reading. Oh, but it is not! This fascinating book read like fiction. Zesch became interested in the topic when he started to look into the story of his own relative, Adolph Korn, who had been a captive of the Comanches. Korn was reunited with his family three years after his abduction by which time he'd been living as a fierce warrior. He never was able to readjust to life back with the whites and eventually went to live by himself in a cave. While investigating his own family connection to this part of history, Zesch delved into other stories of "White Indians" who were taken about the same time.
My first question was why in the world would anyone plop their family smack dab in the middle of hostile Indian territory? During this time in Texas dozens of children were taken captive. I'm a mother, and I can't imagine putting my loved ones in such peril. Was any piece of land worth the risk?
After reading Zesch's book, I learned the story was more complex. It wasn't so much a story of daring and hearty pioneers taming the land as it was a story of people who were lured to Texas with the promise of easy living and then found themselves stuck in a deteriorating situation.
German immigrants were the largest group of European settlers in Texas. In the 1800's a group in Germany, the Adelsverein (the society for the protection of German immigrants), lured waves of families to Texas for the purpose of colonizing that area. They promised fruitful land in a temperate climate, but they forgot to mention some of the downsides--such as hostile Indians.
At this point I'd like to mention that other Native American tribes regarded the Plains Indians as the most warlike Indians. In turn, the other Plains Indian tribes believed the Comanches to be the most fearsome. The Comanches used tools of terror such as gang rape and inventive ways of slowly torturing their victims to death (some methods they learned from the Spanish). This was the neighborhood the German immigrants found themselves in.
For a time, relations between the two groups showed promise. The Germans and Comanches signed the Treaty of Meusebach in 1847, promising to be good neighbors to one another and encouraging friendly transactions. The Comanche women were even known to care for the Germans' children while the parents went to work in the fields.
However, when the Germans met with the Comanches to sign the treaty in 1847 they saw something that must have given them pause. While at the Indian camp a warrior with blond hair entered the camp, followed by a cold, sickly Mexican child. When the delegation asked the "white Indian" if he wanted to be taken back to his people, he scoffed and said he'd never live with "the Palefaces" again. The child was a boy he'd captured in Mexico, who was now his slave.
But then a few things happened to strain relations between the settlers and the Indians. First, the Germans who lived in tight communities to start with, discovered this was not the best way to farm in their new country, so they scattered over the land, setting up isolated farms. The Indians weren't too bothered by the small, contained communities, but now this new move infringed on their hunting grounds.
Next up the Civil War, which acted as a double blow to the immigrants. When the soldiers and Texas Rangers were moved east, this left the settlers under-protected. In addition, they lost their biggest customers when the army left town.
And, life wasn't as easy as had been promised. It was hard to carve out an existence in their new land. They had to toil hard from dawn to dusk, living in one room log cabins that didn't keep out the elements. Always on the edge of poverty, the defection of the army left them more desperate.
The Indians watched with amusement as the settlers worked so hard to gain so little, while they lived off the land and enjoyed more leisure time. One Indian stated they killed the whites to "put them out of their misery."
Going out on raiding parties and taking captives was part of Indian culture since before the whites arrived. They took captives to barter for horses and also as a way to replenish their own numbers. In taking captives, they were color-blind. Mexicans, African Americans, other Indians, and Whites were fine as long as they were of a certain age. Children too young to take care of themselves or too old to be successfully incorporated into the tribe would likely be killed during raids.
The picture I have of the settlers in the Texas Hill Country is one of people living in constant fear. The saying "Comanche Moon" comes from the mistaken belief that the Indians only attacked during the full moon. Not true. Attacks came anytime, including broad daylight. A man setting off to help a neighbor might never come home, his mutilated remains found days later. Husbands returned from short trips to find their family dead or gone and their livestock stolen. Children would go out to the fields to do their chores and never be heard from again. Some settlers did pick up and move but many lacking the money to start over had to endure life under the worst circumstances imaginable.
Having children taken was considered a fate worse than death. Some families never learned the fate of their loved ones. Others got an occasional report of a sighting. The families never gave up on finding their children, seeking help from the government and army or enlisting the help third parties to negotiate with the Indians.
It's interesting to note the same debate raged then as now about paying ransom. Giving money in exchange for captives worked, but did it encourage more such acts? Also, less than sympathetic were the folks out east, who had the same initial reaction I did: If you live in Indian territory, what do you expect? Move. Just move.
The book The Searchers by Alan Lemay, which was later turned into the movie by the same name, staring John Wayne, was inspired in part by one man's attempts to rescue his family. The legendary black cowboy, Britt Johnson, born a slave, settled in Texas. When he came home to find his son dead and his wife and daughters gone, Britt went on a quest to find them, which lasted years. In that time he befriended the Comanches, even living with them for a time until his family was returned to him. Unfortunately, six years later he was killed in a Kiowa raid.
What actually became of the children captives is interesting. With some exceptions, the children were treated well and adopted into families who loved them like their own. I'll explore their stories in Part II, but one thing the white families who recovered their children learned was how fast the captives became Indianized. As early into captivity as six months the children forgot most of their native tongue and spoke in the language of their new Indian family. A child recovered after over a year of captivity was considered a lost cause. The boys became warriors, joining in war parties, setting upon their former neighbors. It was said the white Indians were the meanest Indians. They had the most to prove, I suppose. By this time they'd perhaps seen their own white family killed and now were identifying with a people who were suffering brutally at the hands of white soldiers. In this new shift, the whites became the feared enemy.
After the Civil War, the soldiers and Texas Rangers came back and helped restore order. A final blow came to the Indians with the arrival of the buffalo hunters. They watched as one of their main resources was hunted almost to extinction for their hides. With their food gone, they had to rely on government handouts. The Plains Indian way of life was coming to an end.
In 1877 the army swooped down on an Indian camp, killing many and taking women and children captive. Along with the Indian's growing dependence on them for food, having these captives gave the whites one last, powerful bargaining chip. The Comanches under the leadership of Quanah Parker (himself the son of a white captive woman) began turning themselves and their captives in. Only a small band of renegades refused reservation life, and they continued to terrorize that part of the country until one by one they saw their old way of life was over and gave up.
In 1878 a warrior walked into the reservation near Fort Sill. He was the last Comanche to admit defeat. He had long red hair and his name was Herman Lehmann.
Next month: Comanche Captives: the Captives and Release, Part II
Spoiler alert: the family reunions weren't as happy as you'd imagine.
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The story of Comanche Captives in popular culture: Movie poster for The Searchers |
I enjoyed the News of the World, an obviously well-researched book, but when I finished it, it left me with a few questions. Luckily for me the author ended the book with a recommendation for further reading, The Captured:A True Story of Abduction by Indians, by Scott Zesch. I bought the book, thinking it would be dry reading. Oh, but it is not! This fascinating book read like fiction. Zesch became interested in the topic when he started to look into the story of his own relative, Adolph Korn, who had been a captive of the Comanches. Korn was reunited with his family three years after his abduction by which time he'd been living as a fierce warrior. He never was able to readjust to life back with the whites and eventually went to live by himself in a cave. While investigating his own family connection to this part of history, Zesch delved into other stories of "White Indians" who were taken about the same time.
My first question was why in the world would anyone plop their family smack dab in the middle of hostile Indian territory? During this time in Texas dozens of children were taken captive. I'm a mother, and I can't imagine putting my loved ones in such peril. Was any piece of land worth the risk?
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Ranch in the Texas Hill Country |
German immigrants were the largest group of European settlers in Texas. In the 1800's a group in Germany, the Adelsverein (the society for the protection of German immigrants), lured waves of families to Texas for the purpose of colonizing that area. They promised fruitful land in a temperate climate, but they forgot to mention some of the downsides--such as hostile Indians.
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Comanche Warriors |
At this point I'd like to mention that other Native American tribes regarded the Plains Indians as the most warlike Indians. In turn, the other Plains Indian tribes believed the Comanches to be the most fearsome. The Comanches used tools of terror such as gang rape and inventive ways of slowly torturing their victims to death (some methods they learned from the Spanish). This was the neighborhood the German immigrants found themselves in.
For a time, relations between the two groups showed promise. The Germans and Comanches signed the Treaty of Meusebach in 1847, promising to be good neighbors to one another and encouraging friendly transactions. The Comanche women were even known to care for the Germans' children while the parents went to work in the fields.
However, when the Germans met with the Comanches to sign the treaty in 1847 they saw something that must have given them pause. While at the Indian camp a warrior with blond hair entered the camp, followed by a cold, sickly Mexican child. When the delegation asked the "white Indian" if he wanted to be taken back to his people, he scoffed and said he'd never live with "the Palefaces" again. The child was a boy he'd captured in Mexico, who was now his slave.
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Plaque commemorating the "Lasting Friendship" between German immigrants and Comanches after the Treaty of Meusebach |
But then a few things happened to strain relations between the settlers and the Indians. First, the Germans who lived in tight communities to start with, discovered this was not the best way to farm in their new country, so they scattered over the land, setting up isolated farms. The Indians weren't too bothered by the small, contained communities, but now this new move infringed on their hunting grounds.
Next up the Civil War, which acted as a double blow to the immigrants. When the soldiers and Texas Rangers were moved east, this left the settlers under-protected. In addition, they lost their biggest customers when the army left town.
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Texas Rangers, 1860's. Their dissolution during the Civil War years left a vulnerable population |
And, life wasn't as easy as had been promised. It was hard to carve out an existence in their new land. They had to toil hard from dawn to dusk, living in one room log cabins that didn't keep out the elements. Always on the edge of poverty, the defection of the army left them more desperate.
The Indians watched with amusement as the settlers worked so hard to gain so little, while they lived off the land and enjoyed more leisure time. One Indian stated they killed the whites to "put them out of their misery."
Going out on raiding parties and taking captives was part of Indian culture since before the whites arrived. They took captives to barter for horses and also as a way to replenish their own numbers. In taking captives, they were color-blind. Mexicans, African Americans, other Indians, and Whites were fine as long as they were of a certain age. Children too young to take care of themselves or too old to be successfully incorporated into the tribe would likely be killed during raids.
The picture I have of the settlers in the Texas Hill Country is one of people living in constant fear. The saying "Comanche Moon" comes from the mistaken belief that the Indians only attacked during the full moon. Not true. Attacks came anytime, including broad daylight. A man setting off to help a neighbor might never come home, his mutilated remains found days later. Husbands returned from short trips to find their family dead or gone and their livestock stolen. Children would go out to the fields to do their chores and never be heard from again. Some settlers did pick up and move but many lacking the money to start over had to endure life under the worst circumstances imaginable.
Having children taken was considered a fate worse than death. Some families never learned the fate of their loved ones. Others got an occasional report of a sighting. The families never gave up on finding their children, seeking help from the government and army or enlisting the help third parties to negotiate with the Indians.
It's interesting to note the same debate raged then as now about paying ransom. Giving money in exchange for captives worked, but did it encourage more such acts? Also, less than sympathetic were the folks out east, who had the same initial reaction I did: If you live in Indian territory, what do you expect? Move. Just move.
The book The Searchers by Alan Lemay, which was later turned into the movie by the same name, staring John Wayne, was inspired in part by one man's attempts to rescue his family. The legendary black cowboy, Britt Johnson, born a slave, settled in Texas. When he came home to find his son dead and his wife and daughters gone, Britt went on a quest to find them, which lasted years. In that time he befriended the Comanches, even living with them for a time until his family was returned to him. Unfortunately, six years later he was killed in a Kiowa raid.
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Britt Johnson, inspiration for The Searchers (photo from "Frontier Texas") |
After the Civil War, the soldiers and Texas Rangers came back and helped restore order. A final blow came to the Indians with the arrival of the buffalo hunters. They watched as one of their main resources was hunted almost to extinction for their hides. With their food gone, they had to rely on government handouts. The Plains Indian way of life was coming to an end.
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Buffalo Hide Hunters |
In 1877 the army swooped down on an Indian camp, killing many and taking women and children captive. Along with the Indian's growing dependence on them for food, having these captives gave the whites one last, powerful bargaining chip. The Comanches under the leadership of Quanah Parker (himself the son of a white captive woman) began turning themselves and their captives in. Only a small band of renegades refused reservation life, and they continued to terrorize that part of the country until one by one they saw their old way of life was over and gave up.
In 1878 a warrior walked into the reservation near Fort Sill. He was the last Comanche to admit defeat. He had long red hair and his name was Herman Lehmann.
Next month: Comanche Captives: the Captives and Release, Part II
Spoiler alert: the family reunions weren't as happy as you'd imagine.
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
More Cowboy Slang (and Humor)
Cowboys have a colorful slang. Here are some more terms to keep
you entertained:
Advertisin’ a leather shop: a tenderfoot dressed up in
aggerated leather ‘trimmins’, such as boot, chaps and cowhide vests
Airin’ the lungs: cussing
Base-burner: a drink of whiskey
Blue lightin’: a six gun
Down to the blanket: said of someone almost
cleaned out
Educated thirst: a man who drinks champagne or fancy mixed
drinks
Fly: a sheet stretched at the end of the chuck wagon to
make shade for the cook
Gravel in his gizzard: courage or a brave man
Ivories: poker chips
Nice kitty: nickname for a skunk
On the dodge: hiding from the law
Peewees: boots with short tops
Quirly: a cigarette
Ranahan: a top hand or an efficient cowboy
Rib wrenches: spurs
Scratching gravel: climbing up a steep bank on horseback
Seraglios: a herd of wild mares with stallion
Shootin’ em out: getting cattle out of the corral an onto the
range
Texas butter: gravy
Top Railer: man who sits on the top rail of the corral and
advises who should do the work and take risks
Velvet couch: a bedroll
Went up to fork a cloud: a rider thrown high from
his horse
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Pendleton Round-Up
by Shanna Hatfield
One of the sweet historical western series I write is set in Pendleton, Oregon.
From the moment I began writing the series, I knew one of the books had to encompass the very first year of the Pendleton Roundup - 1910.
You might wonder what the big deal is about "another rodeo," but the Northwest Frontier Round-Up, or The Roundup as it was called in numerous newspaper articles, was such a huge event, they ran special trains from Portland just to bring attendees to see it.
As I poured over old city newspapers from that month before the event, I was quite surprised to find the paper ran at least one story every day leading up to The Roundup.
From my understanding, the idea for The Roundup came into being that July and quickly gathered steam along with supporters. It was decided to hold an event which would "bring back the feel of the Old West" in conjunction with the Eastern Oregon District Fair taking place the last week of September.
Organizers wanted the first Round-Up to be a "frontier exhibition of picturesque pastimes, Indian and military spectacles, cowboy racing, and bronco busting for the championship of the Northwest.
For the initial performance all businesses in town were asked to close. People were asked to open their homes to out-of-town attendees since there weren't rooms enough at the area hotels to accommodate them.
The very first show went off with a bang, with a reported 7,000 people in attendance and hundreds left outside the gates, wanting in. Not about to miss out on an opportunity, organizers raced to build another 3,000 bleacher seats before the second performance began the following afternoon.
And the slogan heard throughout town that weekend was "Let 'er Buck" - a phrase still popular with attendees today.
The Pendleton Round-Up was the first in the country to crown a queen.
Another unique attraction was the encampment of tipis behind the rodeo grounds with participants from the Cayuse, Umatilla, and Walla Walla tribes. That encampment continues today.
Souvenirs of all types were sold to the thousands crowding into the city.
And cheers rang out at the exciting, breath-taking events held in the arena, including the wild horse race, captured by Lee Moorehouse.
As the initial show drew to an end, one newspaper reporter wrote: "The words 'Pendleton' and 'Round-Up' are on the lips of thousands and will continue to be for months and years to come... The Round-Up is a whirlwind success."
Since 1910, the show has gone on every year except for two during World War II and continues to draw thousands of spectators each September.
If was such fun for me to incorporate so many fun little moments of history and the Round-Up into Dally, Pendleton Petticoats Book 8.
USA
Today Bestselling Author Shanna Hatfield writes
character-driven romances with relatable heroes and heroines. Her historical
westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and
The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud
funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.”
Convinced everyone deserves a happy ending, this hopeless romantic is out to
make it happen one story at a time. When she isn’t writing or indulging in
chocolate (dark and decadent, please), Shanna hangs out with her husband,
lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
One of the sweet historical western series I write is set in Pendleton, Oregon.
From the moment I began writing the series, I knew one of the books had to encompass the very first year of the Pendleton Roundup - 1910.
You might wonder what the big deal is about "another rodeo," but the Northwest Frontier Round-Up, or The Roundup as it was called in numerous newspaper articles, was such a huge event, they ran special trains from Portland just to bring attendees to see it.
As I poured over old city newspapers from that month before the event, I was quite surprised to find the paper ran at least one story every day leading up to The Roundup.
From my understanding, the idea for The Roundup came into being that July and quickly gathered steam along with supporters. It was decided to hold an event which would "bring back the feel of the Old West" in conjunction with the Eastern Oregon District Fair taking place the last week of September.
Organizers wanted the first Round-Up to be a "frontier exhibition of picturesque pastimes, Indian and military spectacles, cowboy racing, and bronco busting for the championship of the Northwest.
For the initial performance all businesses in town were asked to close. People were asked to open their homes to out-of-town attendees since there weren't rooms enough at the area hotels to accommodate them.
The very first show went off with a bang, with a reported 7,000 people in attendance and hundreds left outside the gates, wanting in. Not about to miss out on an opportunity, organizers raced to build another 3,000 bleacher seats before the second performance began the following afternoon.
And the slogan heard throughout town that weekend was "Let 'er Buck" - a phrase still popular with attendees today.
The Pendleton Round-Up was the first in the country to crown a queen.
Another unique attraction was the encampment of tipis behind the rodeo grounds with participants from the Cayuse, Umatilla, and Walla Walla tribes. That encampment continues today.
Souvenirs of all types were sold to the thousands crowding into the city.
And cheers rang out at the exciting, breath-taking events held in the arena, including the wild horse race, captured by Lee Moorehouse.
As the initial show drew to an end, one newspaper reporter wrote: "The words 'Pendleton' and 'Round-Up' are on the lips of thousands and will continue to be for months and years to come... The Round-Up is a whirlwind success."
Since 1910, the show has gone on every year except for two during World War II and continues to draw thousands of spectators each September.
If was such fun for me to incorporate so many fun little moments of history and the Round-Up into Dally, Pendleton Petticoats Book 8.
She’s
ready to spread her wing and fly…
He’s scrambling to set down roots.
Unconventional, Dally Douglas is as
likely to be found wearing her brother’s britches and riding a horse as she is
dressed in lace-trimmed finery sipping tea in the parlor. With no plans to wed,
she convinces her family to allow her to stay at their ranch in Oregon. Free and
unfettered, she plans to remain that way, even when the town’s beloved young
doctor returns home and captures both her interest and her heart.
Charismatic, handsome, and dedicated
to his work, Doctor Nik Nash finally makes his way back to Pendleton. After
years of studying and gaining hands-on experience, Nik is excited to bring his
skills and knowledge to the place he calls home. Focused on his career, he has
no time for a woman, especially not one as lively, fascinating, and enchanting
as Dally Douglas.
When a freak accident brings the two
of them together, their stubborn determination may cost them the chance to know
true love.
Dally clenched every muscle in her body and
held her breath as her brother eased onto the back of the blindfolded horse in
the middle of the arena. In theory, the blindfold would keep the horse calm
until the rider gained his seat on the saddle.
The way the bronc tensed and his ears
twitched, Dally had an idea the animal was anything except calm.
Cautious yet determined, Hunter slid onto
the stock saddle and took the rein in his hand. He hunkered down and grinned,
then yelled, “Let ’er Buck!” and the man holding the horse tugged off the
blindfold.
The horse bucked and pitched, kicked and
reared, putting on quite a show, but so did Hunter.
*****
Available May 18 on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06Y1CX1BP/

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Monday, May 1, 2017
Saguaro Cactus
By Kristy McCaffrey
The
mighty saguaro cactus is a native of the Sonoran Desert, located in southern
Arizona and California as well as much of Mexico.
Covered with protective spines, saguaro bloom
with white flowers in the spring and produce red fruit in the summer. Both
hydration and temperature affect the growth of a saguaro, and water is obtained
and stored in the trunk predominantly during the summer monsoon season. Saguaro
can grow to be over 60 feet tall and can weigh, when fully hydrated, between
3200 to 4800 pounds. They have a shallow root system, with only one deep root
(the tap root) that goes down about 2 feet.
The Tohono O’odham—Native Americans located in
the Sonoran region and previously known as the Papago—have long used the
saguaro for food and shelter. “Saguaro boots,” holes bored out by birds to use
as nests, can be retrieved from fallen saguaro and used to hold water, a type
of ancient canteen.
Harming or moving a saguaro is illegal in the state of Arizona, unless a
special permit is obtained. One exception: if a private home sits on less than
10 acres and a cactus falls during a storm (which has happened to us), then the
homeowner is permitted to remove the remains.
Saguaros
have a long life span, some living well over 200 years.
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Thursday, April 20, 2017
Guest Blogger--Barbara White Daille
Thanks for welcoming me back to Cowboy Kisses!
As I said in my first visit, almost all my books
feature cowboys, one of my favorite types of hero. Another subset of faves is
the cowboy/daddy hero, whether he’s a daddy when the book opens or he’s about to
discover he has a child he never knew existed.
My upcoming book, The Rancher’s Baby Proposal, has a new twist for me. It’s the first
time I’ve written the story of a single dad who is raising his child from birth.
Don’t ask me why it’s taken me so long to get around to this story, because I love Reagan and his little boy Sean!
Watching the big, strong hero take care of his
infant son tugged at my heart. So did seeing Reagan’s struggle to do the right
thing for his child. Oh, and I can’t forget my surprise at how he handles the
feisty flirt who’s crushed on him forever. :)
Here’s a peek at the back cover blurb:
HER SECRET COWBOY CRUSH
Ally Martinez has always
been known as a fun and flirty kind of gal. But deep down she’s never forgotten
the cowboy who left town. When her crush Reagan Chase comes home after a
five-year absence, Ally knows this is her big chance. The guy I’ve always wanted. Only Reagan has something different in
mind…
Still reeling from his
last relationship, Reagan needs a babysitter for his month-old son. With Ally’s
help, he can get his family’s ranch ready for sale and get out of Cowboy Creek.
The problem? Ally is one seriously cute distraction. But Reagan will do
whatever it takes to keep his heart safe. Even if it means losing the only
place—and the only woman—he can call home.
And here’s a clip from early on in the book:
Just as Reagan’s
waitress disappeared through the doorway into the kitchen, the front door of
the shop opened, and Ally entered.
Her
long dark curls tumbled down almost to her waist and bounced as she walked
toward him. She had never been tiny, and she had filled out more in the years
since he had last seen her. With her gleaming dark eyes, rosy cheeks and snug
orange T-shirt, she gave the bright pink seats and decorations in the sandwich
shop some competition. He recalled her hanging around the schoolyard in grade
school. He had been a couple of years ahead of her. Even that long ago, she had
always acted larger than life—and been the life of the party.
Thinking
of Sean, he frowned. Maybe Ally as a babysitter wouldn’t be such a good
influence on a preteen or a teenager…but a one-month-old? What could it hurt?
Besides, even if she accepted the offer he planned to present to her, he and
the baby wouldn’t be here long enough for her to make much of an impact.
“Hi.”
Sounding a little breathless, she took the booth across from him. “I got here
as soon as I could.”
“Hope
you didn’t have to rush.”
“No
rush. No more than usual, anyhow. My papa says I never run at half speed when I
can take it up to full.” She laughed. “But I’m running behind now because, just
as I was leaving, one of the customers came to the register with a big order.”
Since
they had met up at the local hardware store, where Ally worked as a clerk, she
had slicked something on her lips, shiny and red as cherry candy. Suddenly, he
felt an urge to lean across the tabletop for a taste.
Whoa, Nelly.
He’d
been away from women too long. Or not long enough.
Sex
wasn’t supposed to be on his radar for a good while into the future.
Preferably, at least not till Sean turned twenty-one. He tried to think back to
his school days and the younger Ally, when the few years’ age difference
between them seemed a much wider gap.
“Is
something wrong?” she asked. “You’re frowning.”
“No.
Nothing’s wrong. I’m just trying to decide what to have. To drink.”
She
smiled at him. “So, how has the big, bad city been treating you all these
years? Well enough, I guess, or you would have been home again before now.”
“Houston
did treat me well, I have to admit.” The woman he had met just before
graduation was another story. “Going to school there was a good experience, one
I don’t regret. But I’m not in Houston anymore. I’ve got a job outside San
Antonio, sales manager for a distributor of farming equipment.”
She
blinked those big dark eyes. “Why would you be selling farm equipment, when you
have a ranch right here to come home to?”
“It
pays the bills.”
“Oh.”
His curt reply had thrown her. It didn’t keep her down for long. “Well, I can
certainly see the benefits of that.”
He
hoped so. Just as he hoped this meeting would benefit them both. But he wanted
to lead up to his idea slowly. And he didn’t want to say too much about the
past.
If he
had his way, neither Ally nor anyone else in Cowboy Creek would learn what
happened between him and the woman he’d loved and had thought loved him, too.
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About the Author
Barbara White Daille lives with her husband in the sunny
Southwest. Though they love the warm winters and the lizards in their front
yard, they haven’t gotten used to the scorpions in the bathroom. Barbara also
loves writing, reading, and chocolate. Come to think of it, she enjoys writing
about those subjects, too!
Barbara wrote her first short story at the age of nine,
then typed "The End" to her first novel many years later...in the
eighth grade. Now she's writing contemporary romance on a daily basis. Sign up
for her newsletter to keep up with the latest in her writing life: http://barbarawhitedaille.com/newsletter.
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