A Summer of limited Boot Scootin’ – Mary Connealy

This was going to be about my favorite trip this summer. And I guess I have one, but I didn’t TAKE the trip that was supposed to be my favorite. So the one trip is my favorite.

My Cowboy retired January 1st.


Among other things, I found out he’s got ADHD (maybe???) A hyperactive energizer bunny! Except he’s always worked so HARD I couldn’t tell!

So now, finally, he’s got some spare time and energy and we had PLANS!!!

We had TRIPS planned. A daughter who had a baby in March!! Grandma and Grandpa are ON THE WAY!

A research trip following the Oregon Trail.

A possible return trip to Durango. We went in the winter and my current book series is set there. (so it’s too late to help the book! Still I’m interested in the area! And I didn’t get to see Mesa Verdi when I was there!!! The Government was shut down!!!)

We had this one GRAND trip planned to see a friend in Missouri, then on to see My Cowboy’s brother in Pensicola, Florida, then maybe on that trip swing up to Washington DC where my daughter lives in time to see a newborn.

And then 


Shut down the country.


PionThe one trip we did manage this year was a very modest two day journey to some Nebraska museums I love and have only seen once before and My Cowboy, never. I posted one day about the Stuhr Museum and the Earthen Lodge of the Pawnee Indian tribe.

But there was so much more.

Pioneer Village in Minden, Nebraska, was on that trip. I seriously love that museum.

Pioneer Village in Minden, NE

And then on to the … well, we call it

The Kearney Arch…it’s really (I have to go look it up…The Great Platte River Road Archway Monument-imagine forgetting that!?)

Anyway, it’s super cool, all of it. And I’m glad my books managed to scoot at least that far.

And as a grand finale of my boots scooting!!! Or the lack thereof.

Here’s sweet baby Adrian

Grinning at me to mock my loneliness!

Boot Scootin’ Boogey one of these daysto see her!

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(Brides of Hope Mountain Book #3)

The gunfighter and the recluse…what could go wrong?


Wax Mosby was climbing Hope Mountain in part to atone for his terrible choices. He was hired to drive out the Warden family and now knows he was duped. But when he’s wounded during the climb, the last person he expects to rescue him is a beautiful blond woman with the voice of an angel. 

As both Ursula and Wax weigh the costs of living new lives, the two find an unlikely bond. And they’re joined by Ursula’s sisters and the Warden family as the final showdown over the family ranch looms with the coming of spring. 

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Stuhr Museum of the Prairie Pioneer

Stuhr Museum of the Prairie Pioneer is a museum in Nebraska…not really near me because let’s face it, Nebraska is HUGE.

But it’s near enough that I’ve gotten there a couple of times.

It’s absolutely fascinating. A laid-out circle of buildings that have been brought it, that date to the 1800s.

I may write five blogs about it because there is SO MUCH. I could spend days there and just look and read and look and read.

But today I’m writing about the recreated Earthen Lodge built there.

In the early 1800s the Pawnee lived mainly in only a few towns. Six or seven.

In each town were 40 to 200 of these earthen lodges.

Each lodge held around 20 Pawnee and each village could contain from 800 to 3500 tribal members.

These were big towns.

The smallest one is larger than my hometown.


This first picture is a diagram of the lodge. It’s laid out to respect the power the Native people gave to the earth. It was called The Circle of Life. Both symbolic and literally the source of their family, their safety, their food, their shelter. Truly a circle of life for them.

For me, museums are most fun when there are lots of words. This picture above is for the Pawnee History that is celebrated with this earthen lodge. I hope you can read it. I spend more time READING in museums than looking at the objects contained there.

This is the side view of the lodge from outside. It’s exactly as you’d think it would be. A hole dug into a hill. Remember this is Nebraska. It gets cold! The insulation from dirt is excellent, though it still seems like it’s be a little cold to me. 

Here it is from the front, this is the entrance. It’s full size and we were able to go inside.

This is the inside edge of the lodge. You can see there is a layer of grassy seating off the ground. The Pawnee would sit here, around the fire, and could sleep here at night. A single lodge could house dozens of tribal members.

Here you can see the tree trunks that support the ceiling, even though it’s inside an earthen mount it is hollowed out and they need to keep the ceiling up. Note the opening in the ceiling. A fire was built in the center of the lodge and it would warm everyone, the smoke would rise up through the hole, they could cook over it and heat water to wash.

Stuhr Museum of the Prairie Pioneer. A fascinating slice of history in Minden Nebraska in the heart of the Nebraska prairie.

Mary Connealy


19th century email…the Homing Pigeon

When I’m writing, I often find myself with a problem that stumps me.

This time it was communication. But SECRET communication. Sure by the time I’m setting my books there was a telegraph. But I needed two men to communicate with each other and no one knows there’s a connection.

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I got some good suggestions. Did you know native Americans communicated with arrows? The tribe might be spread over a great expanse, but they’d stay close enough for an arrow to reach. One man would an arrow a great distance and when it reached it’s goal, those waiting them would know it was a signal for whatever had been agreed upon, then that group would send an arrow to the next group.

One can only wonder is anyone got an arrow in their backsides but it seemed to work.

Of course there were smoke signals.

And there were runners. 

None of these things worked for me.

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And then my fevered brain came up with homing pigeons.

And then the research began.

I found out there were already homing pigeons 1000 years before Christ.

I found out homing pigeons were used a lot in war. And were in fact called War Pigeons.

And I found out the birds could fly as far as 600 miles at a speed of 100 miles per hour. Six hours to reach 600 miles. Of course these were records, but I didn’t need my pigeons to go 600 miles. I needed more like twenty. No problem.

But how did the pigeons figure it out? How did they designate ‘home.’ Could ‘home’ be changed? Could the birds go back and forth? Did that mean they have two ‘homes.’

Oh, it was confusing, but also fascinating. ‘Home’ can be split. Like ‘home’ can be two places, the place they eat and the place they sleep. So that explains why they’d go back and forth. But more simply,, I figured out that the pigeons could send a message for two men to meet. Then they could exchange their pigeons.

Well, it was fun. And fascinating. It reminded me of the stories you hear of a dog finding his way home over hundreds of miles and even years. But these birds are born with this inbred instinct to go home. No matter where you take them, they will fly back home.



Next Generation Cowgirl!-AND A FREE BOOK!!!









Just so you all know there are always new generations coming up that like all things western!

Case in point, my granddaughter. This is cut from a video–which I could NOT get to load on here, and in it she says, among other things YEEHAW. 

I’ve watched it about fifty times already. She’s 19 months old and talking up a storm.

Now that I’ve given you all a free books.

And let you see my beautiful granddaughter (as if that isn’t enough!!!)


I had an outing this week, not so usual anymore. I went to Fort Randall in Pickstown, South Dakota.

Some of these old forts are preserved, some are all new and reconstructed.

This one is largely gone.

Almost all that’s there are these sign posts telling about what was located at each spot.

The signs covered all the main points about the fort. What women’s roles were.

Some were officer’s wifes. Some were employed there. The picture within my picture shows a snapshot of life for women at the fort.

How they got supplies…which, being right along the Missouri River, well duh, send supplies up the river. Except the Missouri River, that far north, was unnavigate-able during parts of the years.  And the river was very broad and shallow, often with sandbars just barely under the surface, easy for ships to run aground.

We walked a half mile circuit around the edge of the parade grounds and saw signs like this. And there was foundation stone left here and there, or depressions in the earth.

Funny to think how close the soldiers lived to the commanders and yet they lived very differently. The commander, and the lower ranked officers, in much nicer digs than the rank and file.

They needed medical care and not just for injuries in battle. The lost a large group of soldiers the first year to scurvy. Meanwhile the native people around them, mainly the Sioux Indians, found, with no scientific or medical help, a well rounded diet on land the soldiers were surrounded by.

I hope you can enlarge these pictures to see them well. Read them. When I go to a museum, I want to READ. I want to see what it’s all about, set it in history. That’s what I love. So signs about the bakery, the doctor, what the soldiers did for fun, how they lived, are perfect for me. Maybe better than the buildings. I found it solemn and fascinating and a little big spooky.

Being blessed with a vivid imagination, I can see the soldiers marching around. Feel them overheated in the summer and freezing in the winter. Wonder how women coped with all the hard work they had to do…and do it all wearing a skirt.

It was a wonderful, if madly hot, day.

The only building still standing was a church


My day at Fort Randall. Do you go to museums? I actually love them, though it seems like I do most of my research online these days.

I came away with story ideas, but also I felt like everything I learned and saw and imagined helps ground my stories in how things really were back then. And hopefully that brings my work authenticity rooted in solid research.

Tell me about your favorite museum. And go grab a free book!


Six Gun Justice and Me! Plus a sale!

I was interviewed on Six Gun Justice. A podcast I only discovered after one of the hosts, Rich Prosch, invited me. It’s really fun. I’ve been hanging out there, listening to all these great western podcasts by Rich Prosch and Paul Bishop and all their guests, ever since.

Here I am talking away on Six Gun Justice.

Rich Prosch has been a guest on Petticoats and Pistols before. He wrote a post called The Facebook Friends of 1906.

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The Little Trip that Wasn’t

I am a woman who hasn’t traveled much.

More in recent years…but with the exception of my first three years of marriage, three cool vacations, including the last one when I was six months pregnant…we just went fishing in Minnesota.

We went every year in the summer. One week. We went to a lakeside resort…which is a pretty high falutin’ word for the little ramshackle cabin we stayed in. And we loved it. My husband’s whole family went there (well almost the whole family, his family is HUGE). Let’s say PLENTY of my husband’s family went there every year.

And it was great. Lots of babies. We got to spent a full week talking our way through each stage of life. One year I had an 8 month old and my sister-in-law has a SIX WEEK OLD. I still can’t believe she came, but such was our devotion to that fishing trip.

I’ll add here that we hardly saw each other that year. One of us was always in the cabin with a napping baby, an eating baby, a crying baby. I still had fun, but wow, I barely said hi to her that year.

My first plane trip was in 2004. I was…well, let’s not do math, leave it at OLD. I was old. When we did travel, we drove, always the same route on the same rural highways.

Then in 2004 I got super wild, hopped on my very first plane, and went to my first writer’s convention. And since then we’ve traveled more. Somewhere almost every year IN ADDITION TO the fishing vacation. I go to a conference once or twice or three times a year. A writer’s retreat once in a while. At least once a year. I go visit a far off child.

I could list places and it’d probably look like a lot. At least to me. But mostly I’ve gone to writer’s conferences…where ever they may lead me.

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My Cowboy’s parents lived in Mission, Texas for a long time in their retirement years and when the kids were grown up, we’d go down there nearly every year. We went to the Midwest Livestock Show in Denver a couple of times.

We’ve even, in recent years, gone on research trips.

And we had a cool one planned for this summer. My Cowboy retired January 1st and we had spectacular plans. Follow the Oregon Trail. Go see our child in Washington DC. Go visit his brother in Florida. Oh, yeah baby. nothing to hold us back. All lined up, one trip after another.

And then we had a lock down.


I blame myself.

I apologize to you all.

And I’ve got Google Earth and pictures and websites galore and so, so, so much Wikipedia.

And I still feel really sorry for myself.

But we are healthy. Our children are all able to work from home.

Our grandchildren are managing school from home. (only two of the six grands are in school)

And I still feel sorry for myself.

Which means I’m a selfish, pathetic, whiner. But then, I’ve always know that, so no surprise there. 

In fact, considering my usual pathetic whining, I’ve just decided I’m handling this all pretty well.

I put all my Garrison’s Law books on sale for 99 cents if you need five books to read for five dollars (total).

I’ve got a book recently finished through the editing process, another in the revision stage with my publisher, another that’s finished and being revised by me before my editor gets a look at it. And a work in progress that’s about a third of the way done.

So I’m keeping busy. Despite my travel stories above, I’m sort of hermit-y by nature.

And still, I feel sorry for myself. Have I mentioned that?

Leave a comment about your personality type. Are you a whiner? Are you brave and stoic? Are you someone who worries or let’s trouble roll off you? When life hands you a lemon do you make…hard cider?

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