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The winner of a signed copy of
is
Sarah Evankovich
Sarah, I will email you and find out where to send the book.
Please welcome Tina Wheeler to the Petticoats and Pistols Corral today.
I watched way too much television growing up. Okay, I still watch more than I should, but in my defense, I’m a visual learner and seeing characters in settings helps me build my fictional world.
I come from a military/law enforcement family, so I already had a solid grasp of alpha males who own guns. Watching mysteries with my mother influenced my desire to include a puzzle in my novels. But why cowboys?
When writing my debut, Love Inspired Suspense, I created the Walker family and their ranch outside Sedona. Jackson, Cole and Zach are brothers who are the fictional embodiment of all the heart-stopping cowboys I’ve seen on television and their finer qualities. I’m an Arizona girl, born and raised. Every time we hosted out-of-state visitors, we headed to Old Tucson Studios to watch cowboy gunfights with stuntmen falling off buildings. Five hundred movies had scenes filmed there, including four John Wayne Westerns. Feeding my love for cowboys were TV shows like Bonanza, The Big Valley, Gunsmoke, The Virginian, The Wild Wild West, The Rifleman, and The High Chaparral which was filmed at Old Tucson.

My absolute favorite movie scene of all time is in Tombstone. Kurt Russell, Bill Paxton, Sam Elliott, and Val Kilmer (playing the Earp brothers and Doc Holliday) are walking down the dusty town road toward the O.K. Corral to reenact the famous thirty-second shootout. They’re wearing mostly black with their cowboy hats and boots, but it’s the black duster coats that complete the image. My heart skips a beat every time I watch that scene. I could replay it a hundred times. The Earps were close brothers, cowboys, and lawmen. Together, they bravely protected the town. Yes, they had their flaws, but in that moment, they were four strong, good-hearted men about to prove that good conquers evil. Yesterday, we had the Earps. Today, we have the Walker brothers.

Ranch Under Fire, a Publishers Weekly Bestseller
A witness on the run.
A mission to survive.
Fleeing after witnessing a shooting in her office, Bailey Scott must rely on cowboy Jackson Walker for protection when the gunman turns his sights on her. With a drug ring determined to silence her, Jackson promises to protect her at his ranch. But he’s an undercover DEA agent with secrets he can’t reveal. Can he take down the criminals before their pursuers lead them straight into an inescapable trap?
More About Tina:
Tina Wheeler is an inspirational romantic suspense author and retired teacher. Although she grew up near a desert in Arizona, her favorite place to plot a new story is on a balcony overlooking the ocean. She enjoys spending time with her large extended family, brainstorming with writing friends, discovering new restaurants, and traveling with her husband. Visit authortinawheeler.com to read more.
To buy a copy of Ranch Under Fire click here.
Giveaway:
Tina is giving away a copy of Ranch Under Fire. To enter the random drawing, leave a comment about your favorite cowboy, real or fictional.
The original inspiration for this book series appears in book #2 of The Wyoming Sunrise Series.
A woman justice of the peace.
I read a biography of Esther Hobart Morris, the first woman justice of the peace in America…possibly in the world.
Such a fun read. It’s full of the struggle for women’s suffrage and Esther was a champion of that cause.
Very soon, just days after women were given the right to vote in Wyoming, the current justice of the peace in South Pass City, Wyoming, when told he’d have to swear in women on a jury, quit. He didn’t just quit, he stole the record book containing precious legal records in South Pass City. It was never recovered.
When he quit, Esther was appointed to his old job. He just threw such a fit, the old Judge that is, that Esther could have arrested him.
But she didn’t. She said, “We’ll just start this new era with a fresh book and forget the past.”
So I decided my pretty little seamstress, a good friend of the heroine in book #1 Forged in Love, should be the second justice of the peace. (or anyway, real early on).
Nell Armstrong just wants to sew pretty dresses. She likes to put ribbons and lace and ruffles on flowery dresses.

The only trouble is, there aren’t that many women in Wyoming and those there are, make their own clothes. So she made the mistake of making a pair of chaps for one cowboy (she had to take an old pair of his and learn to copy it, he even brought her in a nice piece of leather). And now the orders flood in and there is no escape. She’s got a booming business and is making a lot of money and she hates it.
She is also the widow of a lawman. So when the DeadEye Gang leaves several dead men at the sight of a stagecoach hold-up near her home for Pine Valley, Wyoming, she helps investigate. She asks the sheriff insightful questions. She knows the law and she insists they check the bodies which have been brought to town.
When the old justice of the peace announces plans to move to Nebraska, she gets offered the job.
Newcomer to the area Brandon Nolte and his three daughters are in desperate need of dresses. Brand can’t sew and his daughters refuse to come to town wearing their ramshackle trousers and boots. Nell is thrilled to help, but Brand had no cash money for such frivolity as dresses.
And then there’s another stagecoach holdup and Nell finds herself in the crossfire of the dangerous gang.
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The Laws of Attraction
Book #2 Wyoming Sunrise Series
If widowed town seamstress Nell Armstrong has to make one more pair of boring chaps for the cowboys in her tiny Wyoming town, she might lose her mind. So meeting Brand Nolte, a widower father struggling to raise three girls, seems like her dream come true. Brand has no idea how to dress the girls, and Nell finally has a chance to both create beautiful dresses and teach the girls to sew.
But Nell is much more than a seamstress, and the unique legal and investigative skills and knowledge she picked up alongside her late lawman husband soon become critical when a wounded stagecoach-robbery survivor is brought to town. As danger closes in from all sides, Nell and Brand must discover why there seems to be a bull’s-eye on their backs.
Fan favorite Mary Connealy invites you back to 19th-century Wyoming for this adventuresome Western romance, complete with a budding romance, witty banter, and an absorbing mystery.
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That’s Right! Publisher’s Weekly Best Selling Author, Tina Wheeler, is a comin’ into town on Friday,
March 17, 2023!
I reckon she’s got one heck of a lot to talk about seein’ as how she’s an Arizona gal, writin’ about all them Alpha Male Cowboys!
Tina’s aimin’ to give away her book, Ranch Under Fire, too!
So come on over to the corral on Friday and let’s give her a good ole Western howdy!

Congratulations to Shanna’s winner – Connie Lee!
Thanks to all who commented and entered!

Years ago, when I first inquired about being a guest author on the Petticoats & Pistols blog, I had a fan-girl moment when Karen Witemeyer replied to me. I’ve been a fan of her books since I first discovered them!
She was so gracious and welcomed me with kindness. I admired the women who were part of this group and wished I could be one of their “Fillies” too.
Sometimes wishes do come true! In 2017, I was invited to join them as a regular author, and I’ve loved being one of the Fillies in their corral of western authors. So, when Pam and Karen started kicking around the idea of a legacy project for Petticoats & Pistols, something we could all participate in, I was excited at the prospect. Then the decision was made to tie the stories in our series to Annie Oakley, which made it even better.
In case you’ve missed all the announcements, our joint endeavor is called the Pink Pistol Sisterhood. Eleven of us have written sweet western romances, all tied to the journey of a pink-handled pistol that Annie passes on to the heroine in the first book, which just happens to be written by Karen. Make sure you read In Her Sights! It releases March 30!
Captain Cavedweller happened to be in an antique shop last fall and found a book about Annie Oakley that he knew I needed to have. Written in 1981 by Isabelle S. Sayers, Annie Oakley and Buffalo Bill’s Wild West from Dover Publications features more than a hundred photos, illustrations, posters and advertisements. Being able to see so many visuals of Annie really helped not only clarify in my mind the hero she would be to Rena (my heroine), but also how her influence would help shape Rena’s character in my book (#2 in the series), Love on Target.

When I was thinking about my story and the characters, I knew I wanted it to be set in the town of Holiday, a place that exists only in my imagination, but it’s at the heart of several of my books, both historical and contemporary. (You can read the beginning of the town in Holiday Hope. )
My hero in Love on Target, Josh Gatlin, was a character who had a brief mention in my book Henley. I thought he’d be wonderful for the hero in this story. Since nine years had passed from then, though, I wanted him to have experienced love and loss, and it provided a perfect way to include the character of his five-year-old daughter, Gabi.
Rena is strong and courageous, but she’s also soft-hearted, and whether she admitted it or not, she really, really just wanted someone to accept her for who she was, scars and all, and love her.
Here’s one of my favorite scenes from the book!
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“Laura has lost her mind if she believes all this romantic nonsense,” Rena groused as she returned the letter to the pocket in the case and set Laura’s letter aside to tuck into the packet of letters she’d kept from both of her cousins over the years.
“Of all the silly, pretentious …” A snort rolled out of her. “True love my foot. I’m more likely to lasso the moon than I am to fall in love because I held this gun. Although, it is a beautiful piece of craftsmanship.”
She started to close the case, but changed her mind and lifted out the pistol. The thought that the gun had been in the possession of her hero, Annie Oakley, made her long to shoot it. Just once.
With a plan in mind, Rena set aside the case, tugged on her boots, and rushed down the ladder. She gathered a pocket full of cartridges and her pistol in the gun belt, which was the same caliber as the pink-handled weapon, and headed outside. She stopped by the woodpile and selected a large slab of bark that had fallen off a chunk of wood, then went to the barn where she painted a red heart on the bark, then added a white circle in the center of it.
She experienced an almost giddy sensation as she carried the bark and the pistols to what had once served as a corral. The whole thing needed to be rebuilt, which was on Theo’s long list of tasks he wanted to finish before summer arrived.
Rena knew he wouldn’t care if she practiced her shooting there since there was nothing behind the fence she could damage.
She used a nail to hang the bark on the fence, then retreated to the burn pile by the outhouse where she retrieved half a dozen tin cans that had once held peaches. It had been a while since she’d practiced shooting targets.
To make sure she hadn’t lost the skill, she lined up the cans on fence posts on either side of the heart she’d painted on the bark, took out her pistol, moved back several yards, and loaded rounds into the cylinder.
After widening her stance, she lined up her first shot, released a breath, and pulled the trigger.
The sound of the bullet pinging the target rang out as the can flew backward off the post. Rena shot the remaining cans, then smiled with satisfaction as she climbed over the fence to retrieve them. She set them back up on the posts, rested for a minute on the top pole of the fence, face turned to the sunshine as she soaked up the warmth. Then she hopped down and riddled the cans full of more holes before she stowed her gun in the gun belt and draped it over a fence post, then took the pistol with the delicate pink handle from where she’d set it on a stump.
“Promise of true love,” she whispered, rubbing her thumb over the handle before she loaded five shots in the revolver and took aim at the target she’d painted. “True love. What an absurd notion. Laura really should mind her own business and cease meddling in mine. If she thinks this gun will lead me to romance, she needs to have her thinker checked for defects. Instead of dreaming of true love, setting love on target seems like a much better idea.”
She blasted five holes in the middle of the white circle she’d painted inside the heart on the slab of bark, taking a great deal of satisfaction in blasting holes into something that represented romance and love, at least in her mind.
“Now that’s some fine shooting, Miss Burke.”
Rena yelped in surprise and spun around, pistol still in her hand as she pointed it at the intruder who dared to interrupt her target practice.

Desperate for a fresh start, Rena Burke journeys from Texas to Oregon with only her father’s pistol and a plodding old mule for company. She takes a job working with explosives at a mine, spends her free time emulating her hero Annie Oakley, and secretly longs to be loved.
Saddle maker Josh Gatlin has one purpose in life and that is his daughter. Gabi is his joy and the sunshine in his days. Then he meets a trouser-wearing woman living life on her own terms. Rena is nothing like his perception of what he wants in a wife and mother for his child, but she might just prove to be everything he needs.
When tragedy strikes, will the two of them be able to release past wounds and embrace the possibilities tomorrow may bring? Find out in this sweet historical romance full of hope, humor, and love.
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Howy!
It’s snowing! Well, it’s really raining, but on Tuesday it’s supposed to snow here most of the day. Don’t know what the weather is where you are, but whatever it is, I hope you are enjoying it. So, without further ado, let me give y’all a warm welcome! Welcome to a terrific Tuesday!
My latest effort, SHE CAPTURES MY HEART, is going to be on sale this week, but the sale goes away on Sunday (or maybe Monday). Normally priced at $4.99, it is on sale now for $2.99.
This story is about two people who met under unusual circumstances when teenagers (Amelia, the heroine of the story, was fourteen or fifteen — I forget which and he, GRAY FALCON, was nineteen, I believe). They meet in book #1, SHE STEALS MY BREATH. And so today, instead of giving you an excerpt of a scene from the current book, I thought I’d share the two scenes Amelia and Gray Falcon share in book #1, when these two meet and became friends.
I’ll start the excerpt out with a short blurb of the current story, SHE CAPTURES MY HEART.
Hope you’ll enjoy the excerpt (First Comes the Blurb from She Captures My Heart).
Two Worlds. Two Hearts. A Forbidden Passion.
Amelia McIntosh was only fourteen when she fell in love with the young and handsome Gray Falcon of the Blackfoot Tribe. He’d helped her through a difficult time, and, for him in turn, she’d opened up a vital part of the medicine man’s world. Five years later, Amelia is still in love with the mesmerizing Gray Falcon, but her refusal to marry anyone but him has created a dangerous problem for her and her family.
When Amelia—the pesky little girl from Gray Falcon’s past—returns to the Northwest, he can’t help but notice she has blossomed into a beautiful, desirable woman — one who sets his heart aflame. Yet, he must resist her feminine charms because, though she is a friend, what she asks of him is against all Gray Falcon stands for as a medicine man.
United only in love, will love, alone, be enough to stand strong against a world threatening to pull them apart?
And now, the two excerpts from the book SHE STEAL MY BREATH.
Excerpt #1 from Chapter Eight of the book, SHE STEALS MY BREATH
“Ipii vai, enter,” called Gray Falcon to the scratch a visitor was making upon his lodge. He was surprised when his friend, Comes Running, was followed into the tepee by a young, pretty white girl. He recognized this girl, for he had seen her often within the fort; he knew she was the younger sister of Laylah, the beautiful white woman who so fascinated his friend, Eagle Heart.
Gray Falcon had not, however, expected a girl to come visiting—especially a white girl—and he didn’t know what to do. How did one act toward such a one, especially since he had never entertained a girl within his lodge, let alone a white girl.
What was she doing here?
But, Comes Running was preparing to leave, and Gray Falcon called out to him, “Are you not staying?”
“I cannot,” said Comes Running. “The girl found me and asked me to bring her to you. I have done this. Now, I must go and fortify my own lodge against the storm.” And, this said, he left.
Not knowing what to do or how to respond to the girl, Gray Falcon came up onto his knees and gestured toward the opposite side of the lodge, inviting the girl to sit. She sat.
She was a pretty girl, with long, brown hair and eyes that seemed to change color with the clothing she wore. Several days ago, he had seen her wearing blue, and her eyes had appeared to be blue. Now, however, their color was not blue; instead, her eyes were a deep green, like those of a mountain lion’s in the dark depths of the night. But, unlike a mountain lion’s stare, her look was not that of a predator. Rather, it was fearful. Was she afraid of him?
It seemed unlikely, since it was she who had sought him out, not the opposite. He continued his study of her, though his gaze at her was fast and sharp, pretending he had no interest in why she was here before him—and in the middle of a blizzard.
Her face was shaped like a heart, as though it might mirror the emotions of compassion and love. But, lovely and pretty though she might be, she was much too young for a man’s admiration. And, she was white.
At present, she was gazing around the inside of the lodge, and Gray Falcon was well aware when she eventually came to include him in her perusal, but she looked quickly away. At last, however, she said to him using sign language, “I have been asking about you.”
He nodded, then gazed at her quickly. He signed, “Me? You have been asking about me? Why?”
“You are the friend of a man called Eagle Heart, are you not?” She had pronounced the name “Eagle Heart” aloud.
“I am,” he signed.
“My…my sister is missing. And, according to my sister’s fiancé, it is possible Mr. Eagle Heart left the fort to go out into the storm to find her and keep her safe.”
He nodded.
“My father can’t find her. Her fiancé can’t find her. Her fiancé tells the story that she was thrown from her horse and was hurt bad and was in so much pain, Mr. Thomas, who is her fiancé, could not move her. He returned to the fort then and tried to secure a party of men to go back to her, but he could not raise one because the blizzard came upon us so suddenly. It is true he has looked for her since then. But, because of this frightful storm, no one can leave the fort for longer than several minutes at a time, for, as you know, there is danger of a man getting lost in the storm’s wrath. Still, my father found he could not sit at home and do nothing. So, he and Thomas left the fort in the middle of this blizzard to try to find her, but they could not do so, and they barely managed to make their way back to the fort again.
“Please, I am here because you are Mr. Eagle Heart’s friend, and I was wondering if you might know if he went to rescue my sister. Mr. Thomas has said he believes this is so. Please, do you know if this be true? Did your friend go to her? Is he with her?”
Gray Falcon didn’t answer at once. After all, didn’t the elders teach the boys that a real man must first think through his thoughts before speaking? Yet, he was impressed with the girl. Young though she might be, she had yet mastered the language of sign well enough to make herself understood by him. Still, what could his reply be to her?
No man was under any obligation to tell others what he planned or what he might do, and this included his friend, Eagle Heart. A man made his way in life without needing the assurance of another. It was what made a boy into a man. Still, it seemed only logical that if Eagle Heart had known the woman, Laylah, was in trouble, he would have gone to her.
But, how was he to tell this girl these truths in a way that might set her mind at ease, and without further questioning? At length, and after more thought on the matter, he signed, “I do not know this with certainty, but I suspect my friend might be with her. If he knew she were in trouble, it is to be assumed he went to find her and keep her safe.” He didn’t add that he believed this because his friend was captivated with the beautiful woman, Laylah; it wasn’t necessary to make this known to the girl. One had only to observe the manner in which Eagle Heart glanced at the woman, Laylah, to know he was besotted with her.
“Mr. Falcon, do you really think he might have gone to her?”
“I do. He is not here with me, though this is his lodge. Have no fear. He would not become lost if he went to find her. And, finding her, he would take care of her.”
“But, what if he found her too late? What if…what if… What if she needs a doctor to attend to her?”
“What is a ‘doctor’?”
“You call them ‘medicine men,'” she signed.
“My friend is such a man. If anyone can save her and keep her warm through the storm, it will be my friend. Do not worry.”
Gray Falcon meant what he said. He doubted Eagle Heart would have found the woman too late. If his friend intended to find her and save her, so it would be. Further, he knew Eagle Heart would do everything within his power to keep her alive. And, his friend did have this kind of power.
“Please, sir, I thank you for what you have said, but I am very worried about my sister, and I have come here to ask if you might please take me out of here and into the blizzard to look for my sister in case he didn’t find her….” She sighed. “I am sorry to bother you, but I must do something. I cannot sleep for worry over her. I cannot eat. I would leave on my own to find her, but I cannot go into the blizzard alone. I know this. I would become lost and most likely would die. But, sir, I have not known what to do to help my sister or who to turn to. Neither my father nor my mother understands how devastated I am at my sister’s disappearance.
“And, then I remembered you and Mr. Eagle Heart are friends.” She paused and looked once more around the lodge. “Will you help me to find her?”
Gray Falcon was impressed with the girl’s compassion for her sister, as well as her courage in seeking him out to gain his assistance. However, he could not give her what she wanted, and so he signed, “I…I have no way of finding him. There will be no tracks for me to follow, and, without tracks that show me where he has gone, I can be of no help to you.”
When the young girl began to weep, Gray Falcon despaired. He had no knowledge of what to do for a girl like this. And, not knowing, he remained silent.
“Sir, please. I must try to find her. I know where she last was, for Mr. Thomas could tell us that much. Perhaps you could take me there?”
He didn’t answer at once. How did a man speak to a girl like this and bring her to understand the dangers of this kind of storm? How did he tell her they might likely die if they were to leave here and traipse through the storm, not knowing where they were going? How did he answer her pleas without causing her more grief?
He couldn’t. And, even though his heart was touched by the girl’s love for her sister, he knew he would not be able to help her. At length, he signed, “I dare not take you away from here. Storms like this are best used to settle down in one’s lodge and endure through them. If I were to go with you into the blizzard, we might get lost. Death could be the result.”
She glanced away from him and asked, “May I stay here, then? I can’t go home.”
“You are too young to be alone with me. Do your parents know you are here?”
She didn’t answer.
“I am sorry, but you cannot stay here,” he signed. “Come, I will walk you to the gate of the fort.”
“Sir, please don’t send me away.” She glanced down. But, soon, lifting her glance to his, she signed, “It took me most of the day to summons my courage to come here to speak to you. Please do not make me leave.”
He frowned at her. “I cannot keep you here. We are alone, and you are too young to be here with me while no one else is in the lodge with us. Also, you will be missed, and when they look for you and find you here with me, there will be trouble for me, for my people and for you, too, I think. But, I will tell you what I will do. There is perhaps a way I might be able to reach my friend. But, I must be alone to accomplish this, and I must do this in the ancient and proper way. You cannot be here while I reach out to him, for you would distract me. I will take you back to the fort, and you may come here tomorrow to see what I have discovered. Come, I will walk you to the fort’s gate so you do not lose your way in the storm.”
“No, please don’t send me away. Please.”
He didn’t speak. In truth, he didn’t know what to say to this girl or what to do with her, and he had been honest: he was afraid there would be trouble because she was here with him…and alone with him.
“Couldn’t I sit in the back of your lodge? I would turn my back on you.”
“No,” he signed. “It is not right that you should be here with me when no one else is present. I cannot state this too greatly. And, if you wish me to try to contact my friend, I must be alone.”
She didn’t answer. She simply sat before him and stared down at the buffalo robe she sat upon. At last, she signed, “I am afraid I won’t be able to return here tomorrow because I am gone now, and they will be strict with me tomorrow. Please, I won’t be any trouble to you.”
Gray Falcon sighed. “What you do not understand is that you are already in trouble,” he signed. “After a certain age, no young girl may be alone with a boy of my age. What is your age?”
“I am fourteen.”
“No, you cannot stay here. You are old enough that you could be thought of in an ill manner if you stay here with me. I do not wish this for you. I do not wish this for me.”
She sat still for a moment, then began to cry.
He sighed. What was he to do? Eventually, he gained her attention and signed, “Stay here. I will see if one of the women in our band will allow you to stay with her in her lodge.”
“You would do this for me?”
“I will try. I may not be successful.” He didn’t look at her to see what her response might be. Instead, he rose and trod toward the entryway; leaning over, he prepared to crawl out of his lodge. But, he didn’t.
Looking back at the girl, he signed, “Did you bring any of your things with you? Extra clothing? Food?”
She shook her head. “I had to run away quickly.”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled back the flap to his tepee and stepped out into the snowy blizzard.
This is the first time these two meet. And now for the second excerpt in the book, which occurs later on, but again, Amelia is asking Gray Falcon to let her go with him to rescue her sister.
Excerpt #2:
Gray Falcon heard the scratch on the buckskin covering of his lodge’s entrance. At once, he knew the identity of the caller without even looking.
He said, “Ipii, enter.”
When Amelia McIntosh stepped into his lodge, he greeted her with a quick nod and a smile. Indeed, in these last few weeks, he had become used to her many visits; he even looked forward to them. At first, he had considered her a nuisance, but with her continued determination to speak with him, he had become used to her—and considered her to be a friend.
She was a pretty girl in her youthful demeanor. Her brown hair often shone with health, and her facial shape looked more heart-like than round or straight. Her cheeks most often were rosy, and her eyes were gray—the color of his namesake, the gray falcon. But, the color of her eyes was unusual, for it often changed depending on the shade of her clothing.
She was not flirtatious with him when she came to visit, nor was he with her. This made it easy to be friends. Usually, their conversations concerned his friend and her sister, and it was through Amelia that he had learned of Eagle Heart’s marriage to the woman his friend called Ikamo’si-niistówa-iitámssin, Steals-my-breath.
“I’ve come to inform you of what my father is doing,” Amelia told him using sign language, for they had neither one learned the other’s language.
He nodded and gestured toward the place across the fire opposite to him. It was his way of asking her to be seated.
As she sat down upon the buffalo robe which he had long ago placed there especially for her, she continued, “My father has hired a Crow scout who brags he can track anyone or anything, and he and my father have left the fort to go in search of my sister and your friend. My father has told my mother he intends to catch your friend and my sister together, and he means to kill Eagle Heart and bring Laylah back home.” She glanced away from him, and he saw so much sadness within her look he felt compelled to rush to her side and give her comfort. But, she was not his to touch nor to hug, not even as one friend might give aid to another.
“My mother begged him not to do this,” continued Amelia, “but, my father is determined. ‘No daughter of mine,’ he’d said, ‘is going to leave a perfectly good man at the altar to run off with a savage.’ Even now, my mother is in her room, crying. I have come to you to ask if your business at the fort is done and, if it is, if you might be able to track behind my father and the Crow scout. It is in my mind to ask you to prevent my father from killing your friend. If my father really does find them and he murders Eagle Heart, I know my sister will never forgive him. And I would not ever see her again.”
He nodded and, by way of gestures, said, “I will do as you ask. The trade I came here to do is finished, and I have been preparing to go on the trail of my friend and join him in his search of his brother. I have only delayed leaving because he is newly married and would not appreciate me interrupting his first days together with his bride. But, now is the right time to go, though only a few weeks have passed.”
“You will do this for me, for my sister, too?”
“Áa,” he said, then continued in sign, “If your father and a Crow scout are on his trail, I must leave at once. It is good that all my trading is now concluded.”
“I want to come with you.”
Gray Falcon was taken aback and signed, “You cannot. It is not safe for you to come with me.”
“I would, too, be safe. My father would never hurt me.”
“It matters not. Bullets can go astray as can arrows. And, there is another reason you cannot go: you must not be alone with me on the trail. You are too young and others will think that we… No, if your father means to kill my friend, where I am going could be very dangerous.”
“I know,” she signed. “I still want to go with you. And, I disagree with you about being alone together. After all, I’m here with you now, and nothing has happened.”
“Saa,” he said. He then signed, “There are many others in this camp who can see our shadows on the tepee, and I have always ensured our silhouettes are never close together. You also come here frequently, and so many of my people are accustomed to seeing you with me. But, being on the trail with me is different. We would be entirely alone.”
“I know.”
“Instead,” he continued, “please stay here and keep my friend’s lodge with you until either he or I can return and claim it from you.”
“My mother could do this, and I could then go with you.”
“Saa.” The word was more emphatic said the second time. “It is too dangerous. You are too young. People will think bad things about you if I allow you to travel with me and if I don’t also marry you. And, you are too young for me to marry.”
“I am not. My grandmother on my father’s side married my grandfather when she was fourteen. I am fourteen, soon to be fifteen.”
“You forget. I have not asked you to marry me.”
She glanced up at him with a look of reserve in her eyes. It was an emotion he had not witnessed in her demeanor before now.
She asked, “Are you married to someone else?”
He sighed deeply, then signed, “I am not. But, you must not do this. It is the man’s place to ask the woman.”
“I am waiting….”
He laughed. He had often found her to be an amusing girl, but this… He was Indian, she was white and her father was tracking his friend, Eagle Heart because he had dared to marry his other daughter. This was trouble. She was trouble. And, it was drama he did not wish to court.
After a moment, she breathed in deeply and signed, “If you will not let me go with you, will you at least kiss me goodbye?”
“Saa,” he said. He followed the word with sign and said, “We are not a married couple that we might kiss, and I say this again: you are too young for me to marry. You must be content to grow up and wait.”
“And, then you’ll ask me?”
He chuckled again. “If I were to marry you,” he signed, “I would be as bad off as the hawk who must do the bidding of his mate. Always, you would be squawking at me like the female sparrow to do this or that. A man likes to have peace in his home.”
“Well, I can see I will have to do it, then.”
“Do what?”
She came up to her feet, paced toward him and, bending, kissed him on the lips. He was startled—not by her behavior, because he had come to expect these kinds of occurrences from her. No, he was shocked because it felt good. Too good.
He looked up at her with new eyes, but he did not kiss her back. Instead, he scooted as far away from her as his lodge would allow.
Nevertheless, she followed him, knelt in front of him and signed, “I will never forget your friendship with me at a time when I desperately needed a friend. And, I hope you will never forget me.”
He nodded. He would not forget her, nor would he be able to put her kiss very far out of his mind. But, all he signed in response was, “Do not fear. I will always remember you. Will you come here tomorrow to see me off on my journey and take the tepee and other possessions from me?”
“I will.”
“I will be leaving early in the morning, before the sun is up in the eastern sky.”
“I know,” she signed. Then she smiled at him as she came up to her feet and, turning away from him, strode toward the tepee’s entrance flap. Before she stepped over the bottom fold, however, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him again. She whispered, “Wait for me,” in English, and then she was gone.
He didn’t know what she’d said, yet he nodded all the same. And, as he watched her go, he prayed the time when she would grow into adulthood might pass quickly, for he did wish to see her again and experience her kiss once more. But, perhaps when they were both a little older.
Well, that’s all for today! Hope you enjoyed reading the excerpt. Again, the book is on sale at Amazon for $2.99 and is is also on KU so you might be able to read it for free.
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Thanks to eveeryone who stopped by on Monday to discuss their love and hate for daylight saving time. It was fun reading through all of your responses. I threw all of your names in a cyber hat and randomly selected the following names:
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Hello everyone, Winnie Griggs here. This past weekend most of us here in the United States experienced the ‘spring forward’ that hails the beginning of daylight saving time. In honor of that event I thought I’d share a little bit of trivia associated with the event.


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We’re mighty happy that Miss Linda Shenton Matchett could stop by this week with her fun blog about strong women and our country’s Centennial.
Linda is handing out a copy of her book, Maeve’s Pledge, to one happy winner, and that winner is:
Janice Cole Hopkins
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