From Real Life to Fiction
Lassoing a Groom was just released last week, and the six of us (Kirsten Lynn, Tracy Garrett, Kristy McCaffrey, Linda Hubalek, Kathleen Rice Adams, and moi) couldn’t be more excited. Now that the book is out, we’re scrambling to find images that fit our stories. For me, that’s not so hard.
My story is Don’t Go Snaring My Heart, and it’s set in Owyhee County (pronounced oh-WYE-hee--original anglicized spelling of Hawaii), Idaho Territory, 1885. The thing about this area (I grew up there) is that not all that much has changed. My friend and soon-to-be-published author Chelle Gluch posted pictures of Owyhee County on Facebook, and of course that teensy bit of homesickness set in, so even though I had way more to do than mess around on Facebook, I had to look. And voila! I saw the draw where Betsy Lynch, my heroine lived. Sinker Creek.
|Sinker Creek, Owyhee County|
Copyright 2014 Chelle Gluch
A little about Sinker Creek
This is from A Historical, Descriptive and Commercial Directory of Owyhee County, Idaho, January 1898 (Google eBook)
Sinker Creek is just south of Silver City. I moved it north of Silver for my story—not for any reason other than I’m directionally challenged and didn’t bother to look it up on the map. As my husband says, “If she were Sacajawea, we’d all be speaking Australian.”
|Sinker Creek from Google Maps|
It's the only green for miles.
Owyhee County is desert so creeks are few and far between in comparison with other places. We thought we had a lot, though. My dad loved to fish for trout at Sinker Creek. Me—not so much. At least, not after I peed on a rattlesnake. I was twelve, and not at all wanting to do my business around my dad and my brother, so I climbed up the side of the draw and found a nice secluded spot behind a boulder. It seems Mr. Rattler thought it was a good spot, too. Scared me half to death and I didn't bother pulling up my drawers as I half-ran, half-tumbled down to creekside. No, that varmint didn't make it into my story. Shudder. Yes, my dad and brother laughed themselves silly. No, I've never forgiven them. Yes, I still get razzed.
Other animals did make it into the story (surprise!), including a killer chicken named Jethro. Now mind you, that chicken was not supposed to be in this story, but he thought otherwise. Not every heroine has an attack chicken so Miss Betsy Lynch should feel honored. Dex Madsen wasn't nearly as enthused. Honestly, how can a fellow show how heroic he is when a chicken chases him?
Unless, of course, he gets booted in the backside by a goat named Lady Jane Grey. This poor fellow had untold hardship to deal with, but at least he was upright. Well, except for a few times. Goats are sorta hyper-bovines, especially the kids.
Don't Go Snaring My Heart
a short story in
Lassoing a Groom
Alone in the high-mountain desert, self-sufficient Betsy Lynch is determined to eke out a living selling goat cheese while she fulfills her father’s dream to find a rich silver lode. Claim jumpers threaten to take everything she holds dear, so Betsy uses a bullwhip, her wiles, traps, goats, and an attack rooster to defend her land.
Rancher Dex Madsen needs to feed his hungry crew. He tracks a herd of pronghorn and shoots one, then steps into Betsy's snare and is jerked upside down. The goats and rooster attack before Betsy cuts him down, and soon he's neck deep in her fight to protect the claim. But can he get past that killer chicken to claim her heart?
Set up: This is the first time Dex has seen Betsy in anything other than her rawhide skirt.
When he walked in, he stood in the doorway and stared. “Miss Betsy?”
“Ain’t no one else been here.” She held her breath, partly because she wasn’t for certain that he liked what he saw, and partly because she hadn’t worn a corset in two years.
He strode toward her, his gaze sweeping her head to toe, and back to her bosom. “You were already the purtiest girl I ever seen, but...I just don’t know what to say.”
“Do you like it?” She stepped close to within his breath. “The dress?”
“I like it just fine.” He clasped her shoulders. “The dress is nice, but you in it is what makes it beautiful.”
She raised her face to his. “You think so?”
“Betsy, I want to kiss you.”
“I was wonderin’ when you’d ever get around to that.” She leaned onto his chest. “Now’s a good time.”
Dex lowered his head and touched his lips to hers, gently at first, but then he caressed her back and hugged her tight, twining his fingers through her hair as he deepened the kiss. A thrill swirled through her, stirring her womanly parts and her soul, too. She’d kissed Petey Echols when she was twelve, but that peck was nothing like this. ♥
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