Cochise, Apache Legend

chandler-seated.jpgNo, this isn’t a photo of Cochise.  It’s Jeff Chandler, the Brooklyn-born actor who played the great Apache chief in three different movies, winning an Oscar nomination for his portrayal in the 1950 film, BROKEN ARROW.  No photograph of the real Cochise exists.  But accounts of the time describe him as tall and handsome with a fiercely majestic presence.  At a time when Native Americans were commonly played by white actors, Chandler (who was 6’ 5” and Jewish) did a first class job.  The scene where James Stewart walks into the Apache camp and Cochise, played by Chandler, first steps into sight, is pure goose bump material.   

The real Cochise was born some time between 1812 and 1815, most likely in the Chiricahua Mountains of what is now southern Arizona.  By 1835 he was leading raids against the Apaches’ traditional enemies, the Mexicans.  His ferocity in battle and his chiefly bearing soon made him a leader among his people.

Cochise tolerated the growing presence of Americans in his territory until an incident in 1861.  A rancher had lost some cattle and his half-Mexican son.  The local army commander summoned Cochise to his tent.  Cochise came with his wife and son, his brother and several nephews.  Cochise, who was innocent, was accused of the crime.  When the soldiers tried to arrest him, he drew a knife, slashed the tent and escaped.The soldiers held Cochise’s family hostage.  To ransom them, Cochise kidnapped four men from a stagecoach station.  Believing that his family had been killed, Cochise tortured and killed his captives.  In retaliation, the soldiers killed his brother and nephews, who were still prisoners.  Cochise’s wife and son were released, but the damage was done.  Throughout the 1860’s Cochise made war on the Americans, raiding, killing, striking terror into the hearts of settlers and outwitting the army at every turn.  When his father-in-law, the great Mangas Coloradas, was murdered by whites, who removed his head and sent it back East, Cochise’s rage reached new heights.  By the end of the decade Cochise was the most feared Indian in America.

Enter a new player in this drama.  Mail supervisor Thomas Jeffords was the one white man Cochise respected and trusted.  Their friendship is one of the greatest legends of the West. Through a series of events, Jeffords managed to arrange a meeting between Cochise and General Howard, known for his fairness toward the Indians.  A treaty was arranged, which gave the Apaches a reservation in their beloved mountains and named Cochise’s friend Jeffords as the reservation agent. 

jeffords.jpgJeffords, shown here, was played in the film BROKEN ARROW by James Stewart.  The romance between Jeffords and the Apache girl, played by Debra Paget, was entirely fictional.  But the rest of the story is mostly true.

Cochise honored the treaty to the end of his days and died in his sixties of natural causes.  His grave has never been found.  His eldest son Taza, who followed him as tribal leader, also walked the path of peace.  He died of pneumonia on a visit to Washington DC in 1876.  Cochise’s younger son Naiche and his warrior daughter Lozen continued the fight for freedom alongside another Apache leader who, in my estimation, was even more fascinating than Cochise.  But that’s a story for next time.

Who is your favorite Native American character, in film, fiction or history?  What do you think of the way Native Americans are portrayed in movies?  I’m very interested in your opinions.

Black Gold, Texas Tea, Y’all Come Back Now, Here?

BootsIn my research for Gingham Mountain’s oil story angle I found out so many interesting things that I could have written the whole book about it. First how come my bad guy recognizes the oil seeping up out of the ground as valuable while the guy who owns the land just thinks whatever it is fouls his water? It’s because oil was still in it’s infancy in 1880. There wasn’t much market for kerosene because coal oil was inexpensive and wood and candles provided heat and light so simply, why consider another source. It reminds me just a little bit of us, now in American…well all over the world. These days oil seems simple and other sources of power seem complicated and expensive, like solar power and nuclear power. So we don’t make much use of them.

Here’s why my bad guy knew and my cowboy hero didn’t. He was from Pennsylvania. In the early 1850s, a Pittsburgh druggist named Samuel Kier began selling bottled oil from his father’s brine wells as “Pennsylvania Rock Oil”, but met with little success. One day a whale oil dealer, processed a small amount of Kier’s “tonic” to make a lighter oil that burned well in a lamp. When Kier heard about this, he began using a one-barrel whiskey still of his own to convert his rock oil into lamp oil. After Kier upgraded his still to five-barrel capacity, Pittsburgh forced him to move his operation to a suburb out of fear of an explosion. In or around 1854, Benjamin Silliman of Yale University successfully distilled oil into several fractions, including an illuminating oil – kerosene.

cover_petticoatranch_sm.jpgI thought this was really interesting. One barrel. Get that? His ‘refinery’ was one whiskey barrel in which he converted rock oil into lamp oil. So in Gingham Mountain, the third book in my series that begins with Petticoat Ranch, I felt like it was safe to have a small time refinery. But I didn’t want my bad guy to set up the refinery himself because he needed to sneak in and out of the oil seep to steal the oil and he wouldn’t want to leave a trail. So he hauls his stolen oil to the nearest town and ships it to someone who refines it.

For years they ‘harvested’ the oil by skimming it off a creek, producing at the peak, six to ten gallons a day, so this is how my bad guy is harvesting his oil. But the twist that came after the skimming was drilling. In the summer of 1859 the experiment with drilling began. Although progress was slow, usually three feet a day in shale bedrock, they reached a depth of 69½ feet by August 27. When the drilling tools were pulled from the well one morning, they noticed oil rising in the hole. After installing a hand-operated lever pump borrowed from a local kitchen, the first day’s production was about twenty-five barrels. Production soon dropped off to a steady ten barrels or so a day, and the well is said to have continued at that rate for a year or more. Although this well was no gusher, it was the beginning of an idea. Titusville transformed almost overnight from a quiet farm town to an oil boom town of muddy roads, hastily constructed wooden derricks, and noisy steam engines. The Pennsylvania oil boom was on! This was in 1859, two years later the first oil well was drilled in Calfornia. Sites continued to be discovered steadily through 1878, the year Thomas Edison invented the light bulb and overnight the demand for kerosene plummeted as electric lights caught on. The oil industry entered a recession that didn’t fully recover until the invention of the first practical gas powered automobile in 1886—I could write a whole blog about this too. Fascinating. Horse and CarEven with the car appearing, it wouldn’t be affordable until they began rolling off the assembly line. The first to do this was Ransome Eli Olds in 1901, followed quickly by Henry Ford.

And also in 1901, the Spindletop gusher came in near Beaumont, Texas. Spindletop was not the first nor the biggest, but  it was one of the great gushers of all time, and, most important, it heralded the birth of the Texas oil industry. spindletop1.jpg

Spindletop blew in when Anthony Lucas, a Louisiana mining engineer, drilled a well to 1,020 feet on a lease owned by Texas businessman and amateur geologist Patillo “Bud Higgins”. Lucas placed his well on a low hill that he and Higgins thought might be a salt dome, and when the ground began to tremble on that fateful day in January and a great spout of oil exploded into the air, it confirmed their belief that oil accumulated around salt domes. The well produced an astounding 800,000 barrels of oil in just 8 days.

By September, there were at least six wells producing from the crest of Spindletop, with many more on the way. Total production from the field in 1985 stood at 153 million barrels.

One of the reasons the oil and the cars is so interesting is because of the innovation of it all. I read on one of the research sites that there are over 100,000 patents that led to the invention of the first automobile. There was a fortune to be made if you were first, if you made a tiny improvement in an old patent.

flintlock.jpgWatch the History of the Gun sometime on the History Channel. It’s like the story of America. The race to patent improvements, cars are like that, and oil…finding uses for it made people rich. Thomas Edison, the Wizard of Menlo Park, had an INVENTION FACTORY. People would come in and say, “Can you make this egg beater electric?” And he’d do it.

Think about the way we’re surrounded with technology now and think back to…smoke signals…the pony express…telegraph lines…airmail…the phones with cranks and operators with wires to plug in to connect people. Now, we can’t make cell phones small enough. iphone.jpg

Could any of us really survive in the rugged west or are we too soft and too far removed from the chicken coop to the cut up chicken on the styrofoam plate in your grocer’s freezer.

What’s the most amazing invention to you? What’s your favorite?

Louis L’Amour: The Man Behind the Legend

louis_typwriter.jpg“One day I was speeding along at the typewriter, and my daughter – who was a child at the time – asked me, ‘Daddy, why are you writing so fast?’ And I replied, ‘Because I want to see how the story turns out!’”                 ~ Louis L’Amour 

The life of one of the most beloved writers of all time was as full of adventure and as many exciting people as the characters he created.  Louis grew up in North Dakota.  His grandfather came to live in a cabin on the family’s property and Louis loved listening to his stories of the old west.  Ironically, the Indians his grandfather once fought came to visit regularly, adding to the wealth of stories, until his grandfather’s death.  After the economy of the upper Midwest collapsed, Dr. LaMoore, his wife Emily, and their sons Louis and John traveled across the country for seven years.  Louis skinned cattle in west Texas, baled hay in the Pecos Valley of New Mexico, and worked in the mines of Arizona, California and Nevada.  He labored in the sawmills and lumberyards of Oregon and Washington.  

Louis’s biography states that it was during his travels that he met the wide variety of characters that would later become the inspiration for his writing. “In Oklahoma they were men like Bill Tilghman, once the marshal of Dodge City; Chris Madsen who had been a Deputy U.S. Marshall and a Sergeant with the 5th cavalry; and Emmett Dalton of the notorious Dalton Gang. In New Mexico he met George Coe and Deluvina Maxwell who had both known Billy the Kid; Tom Pickett who’d had a thumb shot off in the Lincoln County War; Tom Threepersons who had been both a Northwest Mounted Policeman and a Texas Ranger; and Elfagio Baca, a famous New Mexico lawyer who had once engaged over eighty of Tom Slaughter’s cowboys for 33 hours in one of the west’s most famous gunfights.  

louis-lamour-camping.jpgDuring his years in Arizona, Louis met Jeff Milton, a Texas Ranger and Border Patrolman and Jim Roberts, the last survivor of the Tonto Basin War. But perhaps most importantly, during the years he was traveling around the country, young Louis met hundreds of men and women who, though unknown historically, were equally important as examples of what the people of the nineteenth century were like.” 

After the family left Jamestown, Louis became a professional boxer, winning nearly every match and later making money in prizefights.  He became a trainer, where he saw the world of fighters, managers, gangsters and gamblers firsthand. He coached several successful Golden Gloves teams and eventually drew from his experiences for many of the boxing stories in his collections.  

Later, Louis hoboed across the country, hopping freight trains with men who had been riding the rails for half a century.  Recently, while researching my current book. I ran across the term ‘hobo’, a name the men who worked their way across the country gave themselves.  These traveling workers were the backbone of our country’s expansion.  As they drove spikes, felled trees and harvested crops, the working conditions were often terrible.  Louis wrapped newspaper under his clothes to keep warm while sleeping in hobo jungles, grain bins and the gaps in piles of lumber.  

showdown-at-yellow-butte.jpgHis biography says he spent three months on the beach in San Pedro, California and circled the globe as a merchant seaman, visiting England, Japan, China, Borneo, the Dutch East Indies, Arabia, Egypt, and Panama, along with the rough and ready crews of various steamships on which he served. In later years, he wrote stories about these times, his own experiences and those of people he had known. Many of these stories were published in collections.  

Traveling around the country and working in various remote locations gave Louis an intimate first-hand knowledge of the territory and landscape where the majority of his stories would be set. He hiked through the San Juan Mountains of Colorado, the South Pass area of Wyoming, the boot heel of New Mexico, and the Utah Canyon Lands, to name only a few of the places which would later become the settings for his books.  It’s no wonder his stories are rich in character and setting, for he must have been a keen observer of life and locales.  In an interview I watched, he claimed to love the mountains and the deserts equally, appreciating our country’s vastness and beauty. 

louis-lamour-novels.jpgLouis first sold “pulp fiction” to pay the bills. He once complained that he was about to wear his typewriter out from having to hit the keys hard enough to make his depleted ribbon ink the letters. 

WWII interrupted his writing.  Afterward, with many short stories and a few adventure novels published, he attended a party where an editor told him they needed westerns and suggested Louis write one.  Louis created Chick Beaudry and wrote Guns of the Timberlands.  Louis studied diaries, journals and newspapers of the times, often taking stories right from diaries and always making history and people authentic.

daybreakers.jpgIn 1959 Louis L’Amour wrote The Daybreakers, his first novel about his fictional Sackett family. It chronicled the story of two brothers moving west to escape the feuding and poverty of the Tennessee Mountains. They join one of the first cattle drives to Kansas, seek their fortunes on the southern plains, and finally settle in Mora, New Mexico. As they explore the landscape of the west, they learn the cost of friendship, love, and the value of education.

sackett.jpgThe Daybreakers stands out as one of Louis’ finest novels and was one of his personal favorites.  It spans a great deal of western history, from the early cattle drives to the legal battles and racial tension over land distribution in early New Mexico Territory.  The Daybreakers also includes some of L’Amour’s greatest characters; the hard bitten Tyrell Sackett and his all too affable older brother Orrin; Tom Sunday, the powerful man who starts as their mentor only to become consumed with hatred and jealousy; the scheming Jonathan Pritts and his lovely daughter Laura, soon to become Laura Sackett; Don Luis, the embattled owner of the Alvarado Land Grant and his feuding lieutenants Juan Torres and Chico Cruz. Amazingly, there are nineteen Sackett stories.

At the time he sold his first westerns, they were not considered literature, and paperbacks were not regarded with any respect, but he defied the norm, writing about something he loved to become a national phenomenon.  In 1982 he became the first novelist in American history to receive a Congressional Gold Medal, and less than two years later he was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom.  In 1981 he jumped to being a #1 New York Times Hardback Bestseller.  After reading all his books in paperback, I later acquired a collection in leather-bound hardcover – they hold a proud place on my bookshelves. 

louis_and_alan-ladd.jpgLouis was one of the first authors to ever have his own section in the stores.  He wrote a total of 120 books.  All are still in print, and all are still selling.  One hundred of his books have sold at least one million copies.  There are twenty-eight movies credited to his talented imagination, including The Shadow Riders, The Sacketts, Crossfire Trail and The Quick and the Dead.  For television, he’s credited with an episode of Maverick, one of Sugarfoot, ten episodes of Hondo and several Disney programs. Was Mr. L’Amour an amazing man, or what?

“What is attractive to people reading this kind of book is the idea of the freedom of the Western man, getting on a horse and moving on somewhere else. We all have dreams of wanting to be this kind of a free agent. To me there was no period in the world’s history that is so fascinating as the era in which the American West was opening up. And these old characters were tough. If you didn’t shoot them they lived forever.”   ~ Louis L’Amour

lamour-1-sized.jpgThe Louis L’Amour website is a font of information about this fascinating and gifted man.  I recommend checking it out to learn more about his life and his books.  You can watch videos, hear interviews, see photos, learn character family trees, read behind the scenes stories, plus more.  http://www.louislamour.com/

One of the videos shows him typing with two index fingers!  I got a kick out of that, but the thing that really stands out to me when I read about him is the love he had for writing.  He took true pleasure in his craft.  Perhaps that’s why his stories have brought reading pleasure to generations of western fans.  Have you read any of his books?  If not, have I enticed you to give them a try? 

I’ll bet you can’t read just one.

Those Leading Ladies on the Western Screen

Elizabeth Lane’s post last week on sidekicks got me to thinking about the women who made their cowboys look good on television and film.   Like Elizabeth said, ‘A good sidekick is a real gem.’  

Well, I figure aamandablake.jpg good woman’s gotta be just about priceless.

How about Amanda Blake?  We knew her as Kitty Russell on Gunsmoke.   She was only 27 years old when she took on the role, and for 20 years she enjoyed her reign as a household name.  Gunsmoke was the longest running Western ever.   As far as I knew, she and Matt Dillon never kissed, but boy, I sure hoped they would.gunsmoke.jpg

Perhaps it’s not surprising with a reign that long, that she tired of the role, saying, “God, if I have to put on that damn bustle and those curls one more time, I’m gonna snap.  Nineteen years is a hell of a long time for someone to be stuck behind a bar.”

Seems those words came back to haunt her.  Her career faltered after that (as did the show, which was cancelled the next year). 

She married five times, was a longtime heavy smoker who underwent oral cancer surgery, then had to have therapy to regain her ability to talk.  Her fourth husband was openly bisexual and died of AIDS; she in turn died of AIDS complications in 1989 at the age of 60.

And then there was Linda Cristal.  Remember her?  She played Victoria Montoya Cannon on High Chaparral (loved that show!).  Beautiful and flamboyant, she had a turbulent childhood.  Though born in Argentina, her family was exiled to Uruguay due to her father’s involvement in a political dispute.  Tragically, her parents were killed in a car craslindac.jpgh in 1947.  The crash was billed as a suicide pact as a result of her mother becoming comatose from lack of insulin and her father’s distress from his inability to support hishighchap.jpg family while in exile.

Like Amanda Blake, Linda married five times, and despite her beauty, her luck ran bad with men.  Her first marriage lasted 5 days, her second 11 months, her third 6 years, her fourth ( ? Well, I’m not sure but she married him in 1968 and had husband #5 in 1972.)  She enjoyed her tenure on High Chaparral, claiming she ‘got along with all of the cast members because I was the only woman, and that made it easier.’

Today, she is retired and spends her time between several homes.

Here’s one to jog your memories.  Gail Davis.  She played Annie Oakley on television and became well-known for her signature pigtails and pistols.  Weighing all of 95 lbs. and reachgaildavis.jpging only 5 ft. 2 ins., she got her start in a supporting role with Roy Rogers, then went on to appear in well over 30 films, all but three which were westerns.  She appeared with Gene Autry in 14 films.  She was a great trick rider and shot and once commented, “I’ll be Annie Oakley for the rest of my born days.”  I think she was right.

After she left the entertainment business, she toured western film shows and memorabilia festivals.  She died from cancer in 1997.  In 2004, she was inducted posthumously into the National Cowgirl Museum and Hall of Fame.

Inger Stevens.  Ah, doesn’t that face bring you back?  She had a rough life, though, being born in Sweden and starting out as an often-ill and insecure child.  She left home at age 16, headed to NYC and began a life in show business. ingerstevens.jpg

She was best known for her leading role in the television series, The Farmer’s Daughter, but she landed roles on Bonanza and in Hang ‘Em High with Clint Eastwood.  She had numerous affairs with Hollywood’s leading men, including Bing Crosby and Burt Reynolds, then committed suicide in 1970 by flinging herself through a glass screen while gripped in the throes of an overdose of drugs.

How sad is that?

Now, I’m wondering – Why do we have this fascination with movie stars?  Even more, why were/are their lives often turbulent?  Why do they have commitment issues? 

How do you think you’d like a life in the limelight?  Maybe the money and glamour would be worth it.   Or not.  Is it possible a normal childhood would shield a person from a high-profile life?  Help them commit to one man as a forever mate?

Any ideas?  I’d love to hear them!

Fairy Tales and Romance

cinderella.jpgLong before I could read, back when I was knee high to a grasshopper, I loved listening to fairy tales that someone read to me. It was more than entertainment. I learned to savor good overcoming evil and basked in the knowledge that deep personal trials reap huge reward. I was fascinated by Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Rapunzul, Beauty and the Beast, Hansel and Gretel, and the Ugly Duckling. I never got tired of hearing handsome-prince.jpgthem and to this day I’m still a sucker for those kind of stories. The prince or princess always endured some horrible tragedy to get the person of their dreams in the end. Like Cinderella, they were often the underdogs. And sometimes they might’ve been ugly. Remember the princess who kissed the frogs until one magically turned into a handsome prince?

Do some of these sound like a romance?

Actually, a lot of romance stories are based on fairy tales. The basic reason for that is the premise that love has to be tested to know if it’s real. Our characters have to prove what’s in their hearts by going through a series of hardships (normally the magic of threes) to reach the prize or their goal. And in some cases, they have to learn to trust what they feel by sometimes losing the thing they value most only to find it again. It’s strange that we don’t often recognize a precious treasure until we lose it.

snow-white.jpgCinderella had to bear the brunt of taunts and meanness to overcome and get the prince. The Beast had to show the Beauty that he had a pure heart capable of great love. And she had to learn that what’s on the inside is more important than the physical. The Ugly Duckling had to believe he was worth something to someone and looked until he found the place where he belonged.

In fiction as in real life we all search for a place to fit in and feel at home. The hardened gunslinger with an aching heart searches for that one place where he’ll find acceptance and love with a special woman. 

One author springs to mind who really portrays the Cinderella story. That’s Jodi Thomas. She writes great heroines with older sisters who pass her around, each one desperately trying to get her married off so they can be rid of the responsibility. The older sisters are always impatient and usually scorn the heroine. She’s often mistreated and sometimes a little plain but possesses a gentle loving spirit. That’s what Jodi’s story in Give Me a Texan is about and it’s a humdinger. One thing for sure, Cinderella heroines always end up with the handsome prince and live happily every after.

My work in progress is a beauty and beast tale. She’s very pretty. He’s been disfigured in an accident and thinks no one will ever want him. His life is over. It has its own built in conflict and maybe by the time I’m finished, it’ll even tug at your heartstrings.

The best stories I think are ones where perfection is seemingly as far from possible as jumping up to kiss the moon. Those are the page-turners. Even though we know the guy will get the girl (or vice versa) in the end, we want to know what he has to go through in order for it to happen. And we want to root for him every step of the way. 

What are your thoughts about fairy tales? Can you see them in our romance stories? And if you have a favorite fairy tale romance, share it with us.

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What’s In A Name?

I’m often asked where – and how – I get names for my characters. I must admit that after fifty books, it’s getting a wee bit more difficult, but then some names come along with the first buds of a story idea. I’m always amazed when I hear some of my fellows writers say they don’t know the name of their characters until the middle of the book. They might call them x and z or just “he” and “she” until the right name pops into their head. I can’t do that. The name, to me, is an intricate part of who they are and how they are going to act and react.It was easy in the beginning. We all have names that immediately bring images to mind. In my western heroes, it was always strength. That usually mean short, stark names like Matt (Although my preference for that name probably comes from my long, devoted association with Matt Dillon).So my western heroes included Rafe, Rhys (an Englishman who tried to steal an earlier book and got his own western), Wade, Ben, Clint, Sean, Kane and Ben.Sometimes the name hits at the same time as a story line. One was MacKenzie. I knew from the very first inkling of the story line what his name would be. It came with the idea.. MacKenzie was the half-breed son of a hermit Scotsman who loved Robert Burns.

He was a ruthless Army scout accused of killing a sergeant. In escaping army custody, he kidnaps the general’s daughter. Her name also came easily. She was gentle and thoughtful and kind, the exact opposite of the brooding, defensive Mackenzie. What else but April? Reawakening. Soft. Gentle.

He, of course, was just plain MacKenzie until the last two pages when we discovered he was actually Burns MacKenzie, named after the Scottish poet.

Probably my favorite western hero was named Lobo, an illiterate Apache-raised gun for hire. Again the name came with the story. From the moment he was born in my mind, he was Lobo. Despised by Indians and whites alike.

His heroine too needed a name that described her. Willow was a school teacher well versed in the classics who got her job by submitting an application as W. George Taylor and who continually shocked her town, first by being a woman, then by taking in a collection of misfits, including the town’s prostitute and an alcoholic ex-sheriff.   A willow, her schoolmaster father always said, was strong because it bent with the wind but never broke.

So basically I try to find a name that fits the character. If she’s a strong tomboy type, I lean toward a name that can be shortened to a nickname: Nicky, Samantha (Sam); Catalina (Cat).  If she appears softer (though still strong), it’s something like Sara. 

In “Notorious,” my heroine was an ex-prostitute who ran a saloon and was hard as nails. She took on the name of Catalina, but everyone shortened it to Cat. It suited her well. She had sharp claws. And she was perfect for Marsh Canton, a gambler who was her match in every way.

I love writing Scottish books as well as westerns.   I’ve always thought Scotland and the west had a lot in common: a    rough lawless land and heroes bigger than life.   I really like Scottish names and have used them when some of my Scottish heroes go west (The Scotsman Wore Spurs).  And their names are just plain fun. Alex or Alexander is probably my favorite. Strong and commanding (think Alexander the Great). But I’m also a sucker for Patrick and Lachlan and Ian and Rory.

There’s more leeway, of course, in my contemporaries.   After fifty books, I sometimes run out of names. So I retreat to the baby name books.   So I turn to one of my four baby names books.  One is particularly valuable because it has names sorted by country of origin. Need a Norwegian name? It’s there. Or a Russian one? Yep, it’s there.

But still it’s a matter of finding exactly the right one for the character.   It often takes several days or longer to weigh various possibilities and pick the exact right one. 

In my current work in progress, my heroine nearly died as a newborn. Her mother found Kira’s name in a baby book. It means “light” in Latin, and to Kira’s mother her child was a special light.

The hero came from the streets. He was abandoned and he hated the name he’d been given by a foster family. He had ambitions, and so he changed his name to Maxwell. It had the sound of someone of importance. But when he achieved a certain level of success he became Max. It suited him, being a little of both: gutter fighter and successful attorney.

And so names come from different places. Villains usually carry the name of someone who displeased me at one time in my life.    The names of heroes and heroines sometimes come from people I like (Sara) , or simply because they’re just “right” for the character.

Last names? Except for the principal characters, I usually pick them out of a phone book at random. Otherwise, I have a tendency to use the same names repeatedly.

How does everyone else choose names?

Roxanne Rustand on Cowboy Research

roxannepurple.jpgResearch…sounds sorta dry, doesn’t it?  Maybe for some.  But give me a cute cowboy, the vast ranch lands of Texas or Montana, or the incredible Rockies, and I’m totally lost in the world of the West! And the research is as much fun as the writing of the actual book. 

Do you ever wonder how an author does  research  for a book?  I think I started my general research when I was six years old.  My dad bought me an elderly mare and bridle for $75.00 (no saddle for a couple years–the old horse trader down the road said that was the only way to learn!)  and turned me loose–and from then on, I was on horseback from dawn to dusk, unless I had to be in school.  It was like giving a six-year-old the car keys!   

I grew up riding bareback throughout half the county, with all of my horse-owning  friends.  We played Civil War and  were cowboys and Indians.  We  were little girls in pigtails, racing across meadows and followed every gravel road we could find.  It was a magical childhood, before the times when parents became afraid to let their kids out of sight.  I rode in rain and heavy snow, and loved  loping across snow drifted fields–and now look back and can only be thankful that my guardian angel was working overtime!  Eventually, I began to do a lot of showing, and starting raising and training my own horses…and then worked as a demonstration rider for a while, for a horseman who traveled the USA giving horse training clinics.   Later, my husband and I  raised quarter horses, then thoroughbreds. It all proved to be great research for writing books set in the West! 

Many of my horses (and other pets, like my son’s pet corn snake, Igor…or my husband’s beloved Schipperke, the Grandma Bitin’ Dog)  have become major elements in my books.   Cherry who appeared in A MONTANA FAMILY.  

rrhorse.jpgCherry was a seventeen-hand Thoroughbred-Clydesdale cross, bred to be a heavy hunter, I suppose, back in the day before the large influx of imported warm bloods.  He had the color pattern of Budweiser horse, with a broad white blaze and white socks, the lankiness of a Thoroughbred, and personality to burn.  Tall as he was, he would lay down and shimmy under  fences to escape, and he did that on a regular basis.  He loved to go sight-seeing at night, and was particularly fascinated by houses and the people inside.  His own brand of Horse TV, I guess.  Scared a few people out of a few years, I’m sure.  One night, a couple looked outside and saw an eerie white form with glowing eyes “floating” outside their window–spying on them.  Terrified that they were seeing an alien, they called the sheriff and several patrol cars arrived with lights and sirens…only to find Cherry standing on the couple’s bushes, watching them through the window. 

rr2horses.jpgAnother horse loved to play hide-and-go-seek out in the pasture.  He would hide his head (all that matters, right?!) behind a bush, and when I would run out to “find” him, he would take off bucking at the last minute.  Then I would hide, and he’d come looking for me!  He would play for an hour.  I went Trick or Treating on him, which he loved, because he got to share the treats.  And when I rode him to the post office, he liked that too–because I often got him a maple nut ice cream cone from the drugstore  next door.  It was the only flavor he liked! 

A lifetime with horses has been such a blessing…and even now, there’s nothing more satisfying than looking outside at the horses out in the pasture, and ahhh….the memories!  Can you imagine what it would be like to feel as if you are dancing on air?  Get on a good cutting horse, point him in the right direction and give him his head–and that magical experience will live on in your heart forever!  Riding in the surf south of San Diego….or through maple forests aflame with color in Northern Minnesota–incredible. 

Something out of my usual realm was the research for RODEO!  Through a chain of fortunate events, I  met a rodeo contractor who let me ride with him and his wife to observe their work first-hand, and also met the wife of a man who was heavily involved in producing PBR rodeos. The notes from those interviews  were a book in themselves, and the chance to spend a lot of time in the back lot, interviewing clowns and bull riders (so cute and shy, and so young!)  were perfect research for picking up on the nuances of speech, and gesture and attitude that I needed.    

wildfire.jpgAnd that brings up a good point.  People are almost always so gracious and, well, delighted to talk about their lives and careers!  And there’s nothing like interviews to really get into the personality of a character.  To those of you who are writers–don’t hesitate to ask people.  It isn’t hard to find people who are willing, either.  Try your local sheriff….firemen…doctors….private investigators.  Others can be tracked down through the Internet, by googling websites. 

I’ve met the loveliest people that way!  Ranch women.  Finger print analysts.  DEA agents (ending up doing a four book series on them!)   Veterinarians, lawyers and funeral home directors (I set one book in that world– OPERATION: SECOND CHANCE–which was fun!)  But of course, my true love is the West…ranching and horses and those  strong, independent  men and women who live there.  What could be more perfect than a cowboy? I’ve written nineteen books, now. Ten of them have been set in Wyoming, Texas, New Mexico, Colorado and Montana, and each time I start a book involving livestock, heroes wearing a Stetson, and the West, I feel like I’ve come home again. 

hard-evidence.JPGMy last four books were LONE STAR LEGACY, a Superromance set in  Texas ranch country, that came out last September, followed by The Snow Canyon Ranch  trilogy.  In the trilogy, each story involves a daughter of an indomitable, tough widow who fought to hold her ranch together, and raised her family against all odds.  Old wounds drove the family apart years ago, but Claire’s failing health has now brought her daughters together.    

In HARD EVIDENCE (December, 2007),  Janna plans to refurbish an abandoned guest lodge on a distant part of the family’s Snow Canyon Ranch,  with hopes of starting a new life for herself and her young daughter. It’s a great plan, until skeletal remains are discovered at the lodge, and the murderer resurfaces

vendetta.jpgIn VENDETTA (February, 2008), Leigh returns to establish a veterinary clinic. She loves the challenge of dealing with everyone from grizzled old cowhands to the super-elite settling in the area with their pampered horses and pets–but someone wants her to fail, and won’t stop at murder to see it happen.  The hero–you guessed it–is a rancher!

In WILDFIRE (March, 2008), Tessa is living out her dreams, running the family’s horse and cattle ranch, and operating a high country outfitting business on the side. It’s going well, until a vagabond photographer shows up and dangers mount…

Those of you who post questions or comments will be entered in a drawing for three prizes–  autographed copies of LONE STAR LEGACY or HARD EVIDENCE–or books of your choosing from all of the ones listed at my websites at www.roxannerustand.com  or www.shoutlife.com/roxannerustand

I have copies of most of my past releases but not all, so the winners can email several choices and  I’ll do my best.Happy trails to all of you!Roxanne Rustand    

SNEAKING THE COWBOY IN!

awakhl4calqwnsvca1heci0cagcsn9xcainbo21caypsr5yca4y16nlcaeim1glca2qcr5ucavbyz59cahe6ax3cal06glica84jedhcakwwiwzcaahc1eocap28mnccagng2uscajnl6kzcawze8ng.jpgI love cowboys!  It’s a small wonder that I write western historicals.  Even when I’m not knee-deep in the 1800’s with Texas gunslingers or amnesiac gamblers or strong silent sheriffs,  but writing a present day story, cowboys of some nature always sneak in without me really knowing it! 

In Bunking Down with the Boss, the story that won the National Reader’s Choice Award, my hero and CEO of the Triple B Construction company had roots that sprung from ranching.  Totally unbeknownst to me when I started writing this story,  wealthy, 114092401.jpgpowerful Sam Beaumont had knowledge of helicopter cattle herding having grown up on his uncle’s small ranch.  Go figure??   So of course when Caroline Portman needed help rebuilding  her stables, practically from the ground up, Sam rode in to the rescue, guns blazing so to speak, ready to help the damsel in distress.   Okay,  so I got a great cowboy cover on this one, but when the Desire guidelines changed, I found myself in a world of strictly rich and privileged heroes who were comfortable wearing Armani and driving in limousines.122146961.jpg

Next came Reese the wealthy oilman from Montana.   I couldn’t pass up the chance to give him roots in the west.  So how did Reese support himself while trying to build his oil empire and make his fortune?   By riding Rodeo, that’s how!  Reese met my socialite heroine at a Meet-and-Greet after winning first place in the rodeo.  Seems our heroine couldn’t resist a man wearing boots and walking with a killer swagger.   After that came Between the CEO’S Sheets . The story was set in Los Angeles with Wade, Sam Beaumont’s brother, out to get revenge on a woman who done him wrong.  Wade fell right into the LA lifestyle, living in Malibu, driving sportscars and mastering the fine art of sailing.  So how did I sneak the cowb9780373768486.jpgoy in?   I put him on a horse up in the mountains in Catalina Island.   Had to do it.  Wade had those Texas roots too, you see.  And our heroine Gina was not immune to the corporate man showing her how it’s done atop a horse, (riding, I mean – where did your mind go?)   Wade even saves the day, when Gina’s horse spooks!

Next comes my new January release, The Corporate Raider’s Revenge.  Set in both  Hawaii and Los Angeles, Evan Tyler runs a sleek contemporary hotel chain called Tempest.   He’s suave, cool and sophisticated, pursuing Laney with incredible persistance.  When he exits his sportscar and walks up her driveway, Laney takes note of his attire.  “Boots?” she asks. To this, Evan replies, “Born in Texas.”   E’nuf said, and that statement lays the groundwork for my upcoming series, Suite Secrets, with Evan’s cowboy brother, Trent at the helm of an elite, western-themed Arizona hotel called Tempest West.   

Five Star Cowboy is the first book in the Suite Secrets series coming in August.  Don’t you just love that title, the mix between hotels and cowboys?  Not my title- my editor came up with it so I can brag a little bit.  There’ll be more about rugged, bone-melting Trent Tyler and the whole Tyler gang later in the year.  I didn’t have to “sneak” with this story, Trent is all male, virile cowboy material. What a joy to write!

Often times, I ask myself what is it about cowboys that I love so much?  In olden days they led a difficult, gruesome life filled with hard work and little reward.  Present day cowboys are few and far between, yet we write them. We fantasize about them.  We adore them and think they’re sexy and attractive and appealing.  No doubt.  One of my favorite authors is Linda Lael Miller and she’s made a name for herself writing the western man both past and present. 

There’s a certain mystery and allure about a cowboy.  Isn’t there?  Or are we shallow enough to simply love a rugged man of the earth, strong in muscle with an  awe-inspiring strut and a southern drawl that makes your mouth water?   Can that be?    Do you simply love a cowboy, no matter what? Does the fact that he’s obscenely wealthy make him more appealing?  I honestly don’t know why this New York born, California transplant has such great love of western men, but I do.  The more the merrier.  What about you? 

I invite you to read the prequel to my Suite Secrets Trilogy with THE CORPORATE RAIDERS REVENGE – available now !!

It’s time for a random drawing!  8586103-copy.jpgWin my debut contemporary cowboy romance, a 2003  RT Top Pick -The Heart of a Cowboy.  Check back later in the day for the winner.   Good luck!

Let’s Hear It For Sidekicks!

brennan_faceshot.jpgtjay1.jpg Blame it on my cousin Millie.  She was a year older than I was, and when we played together as kids, she was the boss.   One of our favorite things was to play was make-believe boyfriends.  She got Batman, I got Robin.  She got Superman, I got Superboy.  She got the Lone Ranger, I got Tonto.   Do you get the picture?           

Maybe that’s why I’ve always had a thing for sidekicks.           

Hey, I know we all love alpha men.  But who would you rather take home for keeps?  The dashing, domineering hunk who grabs the spotlight every time?  Or the steady guy who’s always there watching his back, bailing him out of danger, holding his horse, tending his wounds, listening to his woman troubles and always being a true friend?   I’ll take a good sidekick any day.           

Sidekicks in the movies come in all shapes, sizes and ages.  There’s the codger sidekick—Gabby Hayes and the great Walter Brennan are examples.  There’s the goofy sidekick—Don Knotts, Andy Devine and Festus Hagan from Gunsmoke come to mind.  The ethnic sidekick—Tonto, of course, and a score of others.  Then there’s the junior sidekick—Robin and Jimmy Olsen fit here.  If you’re old enough to remember Red Ryder, his sidekick was Little Beaver, an Indian boy.             

A good sidekick is a true gem.  He’s usually patient and considerate, often humorous, likeable, decent, brave and resourceful, especially when it comes to getting the hero out of a jam.  There is just one rule he never breaks—he never, ever overshadows the hero.  Oh—and he never gets THE girl.  Not unless there’s a second girl or a second book.  Sidekicks in romance novels often do double duty.  If you make your sidekick handsome and appealing—say, the best friend, the younger brother, the cute young deputy—you can recycle him as the hero in a sequel.  Lots of authors have done that.  I’ve done it myself.  Give your hero a good sidekick, and readers will be clamoring for his story.           

Who’s your favorite sidekick, romantic or otherwise?   What other famous sidekicks can you think of?  Were any of them women?  Who would you pick as your own sidekick?  Let’s have some fun with this. 

DON’T CONFUSE ME WITH THE FACTS!

I kind of wrote myself into a corner with Gingham Mountain Book #3 in the Lassoed in Texas series. Petticoat Ranch is book #1.

So I’ve got all these ELEMENTS I need to deal with from books #1 and #2, plus the new ones for this book.

 spindletop.jpgELEMENT #1 oil. Honestly before kerosene was widely used no one cared about oil. It was just this awful smelling stuff that polluted ground water and, although people knew it would burn if refined, refining was a lot of trouble and no one did it much because there was no money in it.

Oil wasn’t my biggest problem, it was a little one. What’s an oil refinery look like in 1880? Was there one in Texas? Can you build your own small one?

Before long I was wishing I’d never even thought of oil. But it was so interesting and I’ll write a whole blog about it sometime.

The next ELEMENT was the Civil War. The war is over, but it can’t be too long over because my characters were named and set in time by the earlier books. The Civil War caused me all sorts of trouble because of the next ELEMENT, trains.

I needed a train.

Old Train Engine

Well, was there a train in Texas after the Civil War? How soon did train travel resume? Did it ever end? Did it end north and south but not east and west. You’ve got to figure there were no trains coming from New York, across the Mason/Dixon Line during the war.

And I needed a train because of the next ELEMENT Orphan Trains. Orphan Trains came to Texas but the dates were really vague. Orphan Trains traveled from 1850 to 1920. So the dates are so wide…YES the Orphan Trains came, but when exactly and to where?

And … here’s an odd ELEMENT that took me a surprising amount of work to track down.

I needed a mountain.

So, Beaumont, Texas seemed to be the center of early oil activity and I wrote the book, placing it in a fictional town but they’d travel to nearby Beaumont. Except, I was sure I’d found evidence of some rugged ground in the general Beaumont area, but I couldn’t find it again. In fact just the opposite. Beaumont is in the Texas Coastal Plain. I could include some info here for you about the Texas Coastal Plain but trust me, the main sticking point for me as I researched was the constant references to low-swampy ground…for (I’m estimating) one zillion square miles.

  GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

Anyway, by now I’m juggling balls in the air. We talk a lot on this blog about loving research. You know what? I hate research.

Oh, I enjoy the reading, honestly the stuff I read about the Spindletop oil well–that’s an actual picture of it above–coming in is just the stuff dreams are made of. Thrilling. It’s the story of American ingenuity and a new era in this country. I loved reading about the Orphan Trains and even trains in general. Heck I even liked studying Texas geography on Google Earth.

But I’m typing along and suddenly I’m not sure if there was train travel … I had someone from Book #1 Petticoat Ranch and #2 Calico Canyon coming in on the train to visit the characters of Book #3 Gingham Mountain so there’d better have been trains.Petticoat Ranch Cover

So I’m having fun, my couple is snipping and dancing around each other, bad guys are closing in and and I’ve got to quit to find out if I can produce a mountain. You know, the mountain that is tucked up behind the cabin…the mountain Gingham Mountain is named for and which one of the characters falls off of and where the treacherous stand of trees that really is completely integral to his home and why did I ….oh forget it.

Trust me when I tell you, it’s way easier if you the reader just suspend disbelieve and go along for the ride. I mean if I need a mountain, a train, a historical date, Texas, oil and orphans, what am I supposed to do? Somewhere in that state I can have it all but it can be hard work and it’s way more fun to dwell on how hunky the hero is and how feisty my heroine is. I wish I could just make it all up, you know?

 

So have you read books that get it wrong? Does that make you crazy? If I’ve got a mountain on a low-swampy coastal plain am I gonna hear about it?

I wish no one would confuse me with the facts.

Petticoats & Pistols