Saturday, March 31, 2018

Saturday Snippet: He's a Bad One






















The following is from my second book in my Eastern Sierra Brides 1884 series, A Resurrected Heart



Beth stopped cutting flour into her lard and peeked out of the doorway. The men had settled in their seats and several stared at the doorway with expectation. One sitting with his back to the wall, catching her eye, slammed his open palm on the tabletop.

“Hey! You gonna take our order?”

The man who yelled at her appeared to be well into his liquor. But, it was the one next to him that made her blood run cold. He fixed a stare on her and Beth could tell he proceeded to undress her with his eyes.

He’s a bad one.

Still, she had a job to do. It was best to let them know right from the start that she was a cook, not an upstairs girl.

“Yes, Gus, I’m on my way.”


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Saturday, March 24, 2018

Saturday Snippet: And, My Stubborn Son, I Know You






















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“You will be a success, no matter where you go. And, my stubborn son, I know you. I am also aware of how oppressive the guilds can be in the name of preserving our crafts. And then there is your brother, Heinrich. It is his shop, but you do not do well at being second in command. You would have constantly chafed at following your brother’s decisions, and you would have chafed at the intrusion and demands of the guild.”

His teeth clenched, Wilhelm leaned back and stared at his father. He dared not say a word to contradict him. What his father said was true.

The senior Heinrich softened his voice as he continued. “I have talked to those who have lived for years in America. They assure me it is not the same there. In America, you will not have the safety net of a guild, but neither will you be under their domination. You can build your business how you see fit. You are my one son I do not fear turning loose in the world to make your way on your own.”


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Saturday, March 17, 2018

Saturday Snippet: She Didn't Like It One Bit






















The following is from my second book in my Eastern Sierra Brides 1884 series, A Resurrected Heart

Beth thought back on the night she had taken Josh in. It was the same day that Val had brought her the hatching eggs and asked her to be his valentine. She had agreed. Even though she wasn’t sure she wanted to marry again soon, if ever, she has also told Val that he could call her by her first name and officially court her.

A month and a half later, Beth still wasn’t sure she was ready to marry and let a man have the kind of power over her that the law allowed. Val hadn’t asked her to marry him yet, for which she felt grateful. But, he visited with her every time he brought a sleigh-load of supplies up to Lundy. She looked forward to seeing him each time. They spent as much time together as she could arrange before he needed to leave to return to his ranch.

Beth knew Val loved her. She feared she was in love with him. She didn’t like that idea one bit.


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Saturday, March 10, 2018

Saturday Snippet: They Took No Human Captives






















This excerpt is from my last year's Grandma's Wedding Quilts series book Kizzie's Kisses. In this year’s Lockets & Lace series book, Otto's Offer, I mention the attack by hostile Indians on Salina. Here is part of the scene that describes this actual historical event:
Kizzie reached forward to pat Sugarcone’s neck, a gesture she hoped her young mare would recognize as a thank you. She could sense Sugarcone’s heavy breathing, also. Kizzie had been pushing them both at a dead run ever since she left the family’s farm a few miles east of Salina.

Kizzie involuntarily shuddered as the thought of the danger facing her family along with the rest of the inhabitants of Salina once again skittered through her brain. A rider had raced up to their home to warn them that Indians were attacking the inhabitants to the west of Salina and leaving few, if any, survivors. The men they killed and scalped. The children they pinned to the earth with arrows after dispatching them. As for the women, as the rider had glanced at Kizzie and her mother, Jemima, he cleared his throat and merely said the women were “outraged” before they were killed. Kizzie was not na├»ve; she had a pretty good idea what constituted an outrage against the women.

This war party was on the move and taking no human captives, only horses. They were moving from the homesteads on the western-most outreaches of Saline County east towards the town of Salina itself. Those who lived west of the town now fled towards Salina, hoping the grouping of crude buildings could afford them some protection. But, the rider who had reached the Atwell farm advised Jemima, better known as Mima, to flee east to Junction City. Since that town was just west of Fort Riley, they had a better chance of protection there.

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