The National Ranching Heritage Center

 

Have you ever had a place you wanted to visit so badly? I have had plenty. One of them is the National Ranching Heritage Center in Lubbock, Texas. But finally two weeks ago a friend and I visited there. I had wanted to go see it ever since I moved to this area over a year ago. I finally made it and I wasn’t disappointed.

For those of you who haven’t heard of this extraordinary museum, it began in 1970 after a group of people decided to try to preserve slices of history and depict the evolution of ranching life in the state at the same time. A multitude of historical structures were falling into disrepair and ruin and needed to be preserved. Members from the center traveled all over Texas to see which structures they could acquire and bring to the 30 acre site set aside by the Texas Tech University. The first of their acquisitions were a dugout, blacksmith shop, two windmills, and a carriage house.

Currently there are 35 authentic, furnished or outfitted structures depicting ranch life from the 1700’s when we were under Spanish rule all the way up to the 1900’s.

I’ve never seen a museum like this. It was simply amazing to be able to touch the structures built by tough, determined men and women and get a sense of what life was like in those early years. It was like strolling through history.

Especially of interest to note is that the landscaping around each display accurately shows the landscape in the place where each building came from. And when restoration is called for, materials are taken from the same area as the building.

The oldest building is called Los Corralitos and was originally built in 1780 by Don José Fernando Vidaurri. Evidence suggests that it may be the earliest standing ranch structure in the state of Texas. You’ll notice it has no windows and only one door with plenty of gunsights built in the thick walls. That was for protection against invaders. All of the cooking was done outside. This is the first dwelling you see as you start walking the path through the outdoor museum.

The next building we came to was called the El Capote Cabin (c. 1838.) The cabin existed under the governance of three flags: the Republic of Texas, The U.S. of America, and the Confederate States of America. Square-headed, hand-made nails held the cabin together. Leather patches hinged the doors and rope was used for a door handle. The first owner was a French captain in the American Revolution. It was also owned by Theodore Roosevelt and his wife at one time, although they probably never lived in it. The last people to occupy it were probably cowboys who used it as a bunkhouse.

The Matador half-dugout, built in 1888, is situated into an embankment with the only door facing southeast to catch breezes in summer and protect the cowboy from cold weather in the winter. Families didn’t live long in dugouts. They moved out soon as more conventional homes could be built. But even then, the dugouts served as bunkhouses or outposts for cowboys and they could prove to be a lonely place. Few men looked forward to months of solitude stuck in the middle of nowhere.

This next building is the Waggoner Ranch commissary (c. 1870’s.) I found it really interesting that ranches of any size, especially if they were a quite a ways from town, had their own commissary, blacksmith, and windmill man. This building is constructed of rock and wood. It held supplies needed by the ranch cowboys. Very convenient and saved long trips into town.

One of the most amazing pieces of information at the Heritage Center is learning about the different materials used to construct the different buildings. It demonstrates just how adaptable the frontiersmen and settlers were. They had to be ingenious an use whatever they could find when they decided to fashion a dwelling. Where he could find trees he built a log cabin. In hill country, he used river rock and stones. On the flat plains, he simply dug a hole in the ground and put a roof over it. But sometimes he had to really use his wits. In far West Texas there are no trees, no rocks, and the land is sandy so that left only one thing to make a home out of-the yucca-like sotol plant. That’s what this next house is fashioned from.

It’s called the Picket and Sotol House. It was built in 1904 by sheep and goat raisers along the Texas-Mexico border. The thatched roof is made from grasses and had to be continually replaced due to the harsh desert climate.

The last house I’ll tell you about proves a stark contrast to the simple bare dwellings that were so common on the frontier. This is called the Barton House and it was very fancy and luxurious for its day. It was built in 1909 by Joseph Barton. He owned the TL Ranch. He tried to start a town called Bartonsite but when the railroad bypassed him it killed the fledgling town. Everyone up and moved away. His dream died. Standing and looking at the house, I could just feel his deep overwhelming sadness. The house is so beautiful and stands as a testament to the kind of hopes and dreams these settlers had.

I wish I had room to tell you about all of the other buildings but maybe I’ll do some more another time. Each of the structures have so many interesting stories. There was Leanna Jowell who almost lost her life while her husband was away on a cattle drive. She trusted her nagging uneasy feeling, grabbed up her baby and rode hard to a neighbor’s house, barely escaping with her life. When she returned, she found her home burned to the ground. When her husband returned he built a house of solid stone with no windows. It only  had a door.

And then there’s John Bunyan Slaughter, owner of the U Lazy S Ranch, who weathered numerous adversities, including prolonged droughts and severe blizzards that killed thousands of his cattle. He died in 1928 after spending the entire day riding in a roundup. He died the following morning. They had his funeral at the big ranch house and folks descended in droves to pay their last respects.

Anyway, this is but a scratching of the surface of all that comprises the National Ranching Heritage Center. If you ever get a chance to come to Lubbock, make plans to tour the facility.

Maybe you have something similar in your area. Do you like to visit places like this and stroll through history?

The Fillies Welcome Tanya Stowe to the Junction

 

Wednesday will find Miss Tanya Stowe here in the Junction and the Fillies couldn’t be prouder.

Miss Tanya is a newcomer and ah know you’ll make her feel right at home. She has in mind to tell us about the role California gold played during the Civil War. She’ll give us the whys and wherefores of shipping gold back east.

The dear lady also has a new book out called TENDER TOUCH. And what a gorgeous cover. Ah love that little fawn on the front. Makes me want to pet the sweet thing.

So mark your calendar and head over to the Junction on Wednesday.

You’ll never know what you’ll find.

Christmas Moon

If you could travel to any place and time, where would you go?  I’m betting it wouldn’t be to a lonely mountain cabin in the 1870’s, with a Wyoming blizzard raging outside.  You especially wouldn’t go there if you were nine months pregnant and on the verge of starting labor.

But what if the love of your life was waiting there for you – a man who needed you as much as you needed him?

That’s the premise of my new Time Travel book, CHRISTMAS MOON, now available in both electronic and paperback editions.  Last month I wasn’t sure about the paperback version, but I just got my copies in the mail, and I’ll be giving one away to the winner of my drawing. 

Anything can happen under a Christmas Moon…

Pregnant, unwed and down on her luck, history teacher Emma Carlyle is facing the worst Christmas of her life.  Needing some research for her master’s thesis on legendary Wyoming lawman J.D. McNulty, she makes a Christmas Eve drive to South Pass City, where J.D. was buried.  Heading home, she loses her way in a storm.  After her car vanishes, she ends up in 1871, half-frozen, on the doorstep of a remote mountain cabin.  When J.D. himself opens the door with a pistol in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other…well, let’s just say that sparks start flying.  These two lost souls are clearly meant for each other.  But there’s one problem.  Emma has studied everything about J.D.–and she knows he has only a few weeks to live.

Just for fun, here’s a short excerpt.  This one tells what happens when J.D. opens his door and sees Emma for the first time.

            The woman on J.D.’s porch looked as if she’d just staggered out of a nightmare.  She was wild-eyed and tarnally spooked, gripping a stick of kindling as if she wanted to bash in his face.  The fact that she was dressed like some kind of Chinaman, in sagging black trousers and an enormous, puffy green silk coat, only added to J.D.’s befuddlement.  What lunatic asylum had this female escaped from?

            “Easy, now, lady.”  J.D. kept the Colt leveled at her collar bone, but mostly for show.  “Put that stick down, and I’ll take my itchy finger off this trigger.”

            Slowly and shakily she lowered her arm.  He could see now that she was half-dead from cold and exhaustion.  Her lips were the color of laundry bluing and her hair was plastered around her face in frozen strings.  She was swaying on her feet like a drunkard.

            J.D. cursed under his breath.  He’d been looking forward to a peaceful night with his books, the old tomcat and a bottle of the finest rotgut whiskey in Glory Gulch.  Maybe if he drank enough of the stuff, he might even forget it was Christmas Eve.

Now his plans were blown to hell.  He wouldn’t have minded female company of the soft and willing variety.  But this woman didn’t strike him as the sporting kind, and it appeared he was stuck with her.  The devil himself wouldn’t close the door and leave her outside to freeze.

Muttering words unfit for a lady’s ears, he eased off the hammer and laid the Colt on the bookshelf.  “Well don’t just stand there.  Come on inside.  And don’t expect any apologies for my state of undress.  I wasn’t expecting company.”

The kindling stick clattered to the porch as she dragged herself across the threshold.  She was tall for a woman, with a body that appeared too stout for her heart-shaped face.  But maybe that was because of the coat.  Her eyes, when she looked up at him, were the warm, translucent brown of sarsaparilla on a sunny day.  They were staring at him as if she’d just seen Abraham Lincoln’s ghost.

Her chilled lips worked in an effort to speak.  “Where…am I?”

J.D. bolted the door behind her.  “Glory Gulch, Wyoming.  The upper edge of it, at least.  Main part of town’s further down the canyon.”

“Glory Gulch?”  Her eyes widened.  “People are living here?”

“A few score, maybe, most of us down on our luck.  Not like the old days before the gold played out.” J.D. bit down hard on his cheroot as a new thought struck him.  “Any other folks out there with you?  Any of your family lost in the storm?”  He didn’t relish searching in a blizzard but if there were other travelers with the woman, he’d rather find them alive tonight than dead tomorrow.

Distrust flickered across her face, and he realized she’d misread him.  “Oh, there’ll be plenty of people looking for me by morning—police on snowmobiles, maybe even a helicopter or two.  As long as they find me safe, there’ll be no trouble for you.”

J.D. shook his head.  The woman was touched for sure.  “You’re talking gibberish, lady.  Sit down and have a whiskey.  Maybe it’ll bring you around.”

He turned toward the hearth, where he’d set the jug next to the cat’s favorite warming spot.  She stopped him with a touch on his arm.  Her fingers were like icicles through his sleeve.

“Tell me one thing.”  She was staring up at him, her wild, scared doe’s eyes searching his face.  “Who are you?  What’s your name?”

“McNulty, for whatever it’s worth to you.  J.D. McNulty.”

Her eyes widened for an instant.  Then the pupils rolled back in her head and she swayed to one side. J.D. lunged, catching her as she went down in a dead faint.

You’ll find a longer excerpt and a purchase link on my website, www.elizabethlaneauthor.com.  Now for the fun part.  I’ll be giving away a paperback edition of CHRISTMAS MOON to one reader who posts today.  Any international winner will receive an electronic (PDF) version.  Good luck to all!

Winner of the Sherry James Cowboy T-Shirt

 

It sure looks like everyone had a roarin’ good time talking about cowboys. Ah can’t remember when I had more fun. Of course cowboys are my favorite subject. Hee-Hee!

Ah put all the names in my old floppy hat and the winner is……..

VIRGINIA C.

Ah’m doing the happy dance for you, Virginia!

Drop Miss Sherry a note at sherryjames@hamilton.net and she’ll get your t-shirt to you in nothing flat.

Sherry James: How ‘Bout Them Cowboys?

I love Cowboys! It doesn’t matter if they’re contemporary or historical. I love them both. To me there is just something about a nice fittin’ pair of Wrangler jeans on the contemporary cowboy, or a gun holster slung low on the historical cowboy’s hip. And I drool when a cowboy from either era has a sexy smile on his face shadowed by the brim of his dusty hat, and a glint in his eye that keeps a girl guessing. Add in the fact he can handle animals weighing in at over 1,000 lbs, ride a horse at breakneck speed, and still be gentle and caring with his woman and, oh boy, I’m hooked. The true American cowboy is number one in my book! So, it’s only natural I write stories about cowboys, and you guessed it, both contemporary and historical cowboys. 

I love my job! 

My mom was a huge Roy Rogers fan so I guess you could say, Like mother, like daughter! I love Roy, too. He was one handsome dude in his day. No wonder all the young girls saved their dimes to go to the movies every Saturday. My mom included! 

Speaking of Roy, I was bummed to hear they closed the Roy Rogers and Dale Evans museum in Branson, MO., last December. Apparently, even the King of the Cowboys isn’t immune to tough economic times. Roy’s museum was one I’ve always wanted to visit. When it moved from California to Missouri I thought sure I’d make it there to see Trigger and Buttermilk. Now, the opportunity is gone. Darn. Sadly, much of the Rogers collection was put  up for auction this past summer. 

The other TV Cowboy landmark I missed was the Ponderosa Ranch located at Incline Village, Nevada, near Lake Tahoe. The Ponderosa, made famous by the long running series Bonanza, was another one of my “to visit” sites. I loved watching Bonanza. Still do! So, it was only natural that I wanted to check out the location for a glimpse into the fictional Ponderosa Ranch. Unfortunately, they closed the Ponderosa in 2004 and I missed that opportunity as well. Shoot. I need to do better at travel planning.

 

Putting aside the Hollywood TV glitz, at the heart of Bonanza was a core storyline that is timeless and one that I love—a handsome widowed father and his three, also very handsome and eligible, sons working hard to make their mark in the West. They had wealth, land, cattle, and a strong family with equally strong morals and virtues. And each Cartwright had his own archetype, allowing for all kinds of exciting stories. 

All these loyal-to-the-core hunks needed were good women to make the romance of the West complete. Well, the studio gave them those women…sort of. They gave them then took them away almost faster than a cowboy could spit! You might have noticed all the potential Cartwright women were either killed, died of illness, left Nevada, or darn it all, were in love with another man the whole time they were sparkin’ with a Cartwright. What’s up with that? I used to grumble at the TV screen and think what an idiot the gal was. How could she fall in love with another man when she had a Cartwright right there wanting to kiss her?! You wouldn’t have caught me high-tailing it out of there. No sir. No silly fever or bullet would’ve stopped me from marrying one of those men! The hard part would have been choosing which one. I loved them all! 

Of course, my disgruntlement with the writers of the show was back in the days before I knew the truth behind the Bonanza series. The producers didn’t dare marry off one of the Cartwrights for fear of upsetting all their women viewers.  I guess the studio received more than a few letters to testify to the fact women fans didn’t want the boys getting married. 

Another Western series that tripped my trigger was the Magnificent Seven. Wow! This show gave us seven archetypes in the form of seven handsome men to drool over. There were a ton of story possibilities to be explored here, but unfortunately, the network only gave us two seasons, leaving us faithful viewers unhappy and wishing for more. Much more. Thank goodness for DVD! 

 Since I’m a romance writer I can make up for missed opportunities and story lines that ended too soon, or not the way I envisioned. I’m in the process of writing a western historical novella series called, The Cowboys of the Four Aces. For this series I’m the writer and in control. Yes, three sons will carry on their father’s legacy on the Four Aces Ranch located in the sandhills of Nebraska. And I promise a romantic happily-ever-after every time.

 Cowboy and Hell Cat The first book in the series, The Cowboy and the Hellcat, was released November 10th from the Wild Rose Press. I can’t wait for you to meet Adam Ford. Yes, he’s tough. He’s rugged. And you bet, he’s as handsome as sin. He’s honest, caring, and loyal to the bone, too. Three qualities that all my cowboy heroes must have. But let me tell you, he meets his match in tomboy Ellie Merrick!  And don’t worry, the two younger Ford brothers, Jesse and Cole, will get their chance to fall in love soon!

 So, if you love cowboys, share which you like better—contemporary or historical? Or do you like both? Do you have a favorite cowboy romance? Or a favorite on-screen cowboy? Come sit around the camp fire and let’s talk cowboys. I’m giving away a Sherry James Cowboy T-shirt so leave a comment to get entered in the drawing.

And as Roy would say—Happy Trails!

The Swamp Angel

Today, we’re going to take a look at another pocket revolver, the “Swamp Angel” rim-fire revolver. The original “Swamp Angel” was an 8-inch 200-pounder muzzle-loading rifled artillery weapon used extensively in the Civil War. The Swamp Angel earned its name when, in preparation for the bombardment of Charleston, South Carolina, in August, 1863, Major General Quincy Gillmore ordered the construction of a battery in the swampy marsh near Morris Island.  The “Swamp Angel” continued firing for two days until, on the thirty-sixth round, the gun exploded.

The Swamp Angel rim-fire revolver was manufactured by Forehand and Wardsworth in the 1870s. Manufactured in .38 and .41 caliber, this large caliber rim-fire revolver was well-made and accurate. Remember, most of the pocket revolvers we’ve looked at were “suicide” guns—they were as likely to kill the shooter as the target.

By the way, rim-fire or edge-fire revolver means the hammer strikes the rim of the cartridge to fire the gun, rather than in the center dimple of a modern cartridge.

The Swamp Angel rim-fire revolver was not only a pretty little gun, she was effective, accurate and well liked.

(Thanks to antiquearmsinc.com for the pic on the right)

We Have A Winner…

Many thanks to fellow LIH Author Laurie Kingery for filling in for me today . . . I’m looking forward to the “Brides of Simpson Creek” and their mail order grooms! 

As promised, Laurie is giving away a copy of Mail Order Cowboy, the first book in the new series.  The winner of today’s drawing is . . .

Colleen!!!!!!

 

Congratulations, Colleen. You can reach  Lauire through her website: www.lauriekingery.com. She’ll take good care of you!

Laurie Kingery’s Winner

 

Sounds like everyone was ready to order up a cowboy today! Hee-hee!

Ah put all the names in my ten gallon hat and…………..

PAT COCHRAN came up the winner!

Ah’m dancin’ a jig for you, Pat! Please contact Miss Laurie through her website at www.lauriekingery.com and give her your mailing particulars.

For the rest of you, you’ll have another chance to win on Saturday so stay tuned.

Until next time………………

Welcome New Guest Sherry James

 

Hello Darlings,

Miss Sherry James will make a debut appearance here in the Junction on Saturday.

Cowboys are one of Miss Sherry’s favorite heroes and that suits us just fine. We certainly don’t mind expanding on the subject! Hee-Hee! It doesn’t take any arm-twisting to get us in the mood either. We’re always ready to jump into that subject with both feet.

Miss Sherry’s new book is called THE COWBOY AND THE HELLCAT. Hmmm, maybe that publisher heard about me!  Gossip does get around, especially with the newfangled gadgets they have nowadays. I certainly don’t twitter unless something strikes me funny. But enough about me…….

Miss Sherry comes toting a Sherry James Cowboy t-shirt for one lucky winner. Ah know you’ll want to get your name in the pot for that.

So hop out of bed when you hear the rooster crowin’ on Saturday morning and saddle up.

We’ll be waitin’ for you with bells on!