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Showing posts with label 1880's. Show all posts

Thursday, October 19, 2017

New Release -- THE MARSHAL’S LADY by Josie Malone

While trailing a serial killer on horseback, homicide detective Beth Chambers finds she has somehow ridden back in time—to 1888! When she comes across injured Marshal Rad Morgan, she has no choice but to try to save his life. Though Rad believes a lady should stand behind her man, headstrong Beth is determined to catch the killer she’s chased through time, and prove she’s a capable law enforcement officer in any century—despite the distraction of love.

EXCERPT

Suddenly, Beth heard a short yip from Luke. The dog had found something of interest. A low, menacing growl came next. It meant the discovery was male, a human male, which the large German shepherd considered fair game. His refusal to work with men had almost ended the canine’s career with the department before it started.
“Luke, hold.” She called the order in a low voice. Had she found Smith already? Why wasn’t he shooting at Luke or her? She pulled her carbine from the scabbard.
Tigger snorted as they came around a bend. He leaped sideways as he caught a glimpse of the shadowy figure huddled near a boulder. Luke stood in front of the man. The dog continued to growl, hackles raised.
Beth cursed the dusk. The moonlight didn’t help her see much. She couldn’t get a clear view of the man, but he appeared bigger than her suspect. “Smith?”
“No.” The stranger groaned. “I’m hurt. Bad.”
Beth shoved her rifle back into its holder as she thought of the reporters who hung around the precinct. This would make a great human interest story. It’d go national, and people all over the United States would have the news on their televisions and computers with their morning mochas.
Her voice deepened with frustration and impatience. She had more important things to do than help this man. “What the hell are you doing here, then?”
“Bleeding.”

     

Monday, June 13, 2016

Color Me Surprised



As a cowboy action shooter, I try to make my costumes accurate to the period--though I don’t go all out like some [check out the costumes in the chow line to the left!].  Accurate to the period, to me, has always meant a blouse and skirt that would have been worn in the 1860s, in the same color family. I have an outfit in shades of blue, one that’s green and ivory---you get the idea.
 

Well… While at a cowboy shoot this past weekend, I met a man whose company, James Country Mercantile, specializes in reproducing clothing from the mid-1800s to 1910. And the colors astounded me. Here’s the period-correct pin-top apron that I bought (to go with that blue ensemble I mentioned before). Isn't that wild?!

Now, we’ve all seen the black and white photos of the period showing men in coat, vest, and trousers, many times in various patterns, and of women in their shirt waists in coordinating or matching patterns. What I didn’t know is those colors and patterns, to a modern eye, DON’T MATCH AT ALL!

In the Victorian period, color in your clothing demonstrated your wealth.  If a man wore a suit of all brown, it meant he was a dirt-poor working stiff!  When a man donned a garish mix of paisley and checks and flowers in four different colors---well, ladies, he was the one you wanted to hustle to the altar.

My dh has a pair of shooting pants that we lovingly refer to as the missing awning from a mercantile.  In period-correct costuming, to demonstrate his wealth, he’d add a yellow paisley shirt, a brown and red vest and an orange coat. I shudder to consider what the combination would actually look like. Rather like this, I imagine:

Bill “The Butcher” Cutter (center) from Gangs of New York


In Cowboy Action Shooting, you can also dress as your favorite character from a B-Western movie.  Here’s my favorite, ever (so far)--that's Beefalo Brun on the left.


Or maybe it's Fort Hays Preacher in his color-correct Lone Ranger getup on the right.

I must admit, I’m just getting started on this line of research, so expect to hear more.

Tracy Garrett
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Monday, January 19, 2015

The U.S. Mail in the Old West



This blog post piggy-backs on a blog post I wrote for Prairie Rose Publication’s imprint, Fire Star Press, titled “Before the Post Office was the Postal Service.” Especially if you are a writer, you may find some interesting facts about the differences between the Post Office and the Postal Service in it. You may read that post first by clicking HERE.

The old Post Office Department set up post offices in various cities and towns, large and small. Postmasters were selected through a system of political patronage. Congressmen chose postmasters by selecting from applicants. Many times they chose to reward a friend or loyal associate who had provided a benefit either to the congressman, himself, or to the community.

In some isolated areas, it may have been a case of anyone willing to take the job was gratefully awarded it. Still, whether in large cities or tiny towns, a postmaster position meant a regular salary and status. The position was often sought after and regarded as a political plum.

Classic Wells Fargo stagecoach design in red & yellow.
Once Rural Free Delivery began in 1896, rural carrier positions were also awarded through political patronage. Other employees were hired. But, in the past, as well as today, much of the mail was moved through contract carriers.

These carriers were not employed by the Post Office, but were either companies or individuals who won a bid for a contract to deliver mail over a set period of time at a given rate in a specific locality.

The following summary of mail service in the gold mining town of Lundy, California may have been typical of mail service in the old wild West:

In my upcoming book, Big Meadows Valentine, my fictional character, Beth Dodd, comes to Lundy on the Lundy and Bodie Stage Line.

1881 Sonora-Bodie Stage-Courtesy McHenry Museum, Modesto, CA
In real life, the owner of this stagecoach service, C.F. “Charley” Hector, starting in 1880, held the contract to transport U.S. mail from Bodie to Lundy. He also contracted to transport Wells Fargo’s express. In addition, he transported passengers and small freight on his Lundy and Bodie Stage Line. In the Homer Mining Index, the newspaper for Lundy, is the following description: “Charley Hector drives a red wagon with yellow wheels, and when his two curly mustangs are hitched to the vehicle and Charley is seated on the driver’s seat, with his hat tied under his chin, the effect is grand....” (Index, Feb. 19, 1881)

In good weather, mail came by coach. When there was snow on the ground, the stage line would switch to sleighs. In bad weather, mail was not reliable. The Homer Mining Index on December 11, 1880 reported: “Little Ed. Hector came through from Bodie with the mail on Tuesday, on horseback, arriving here somewhat in advance of the time. Considering the snow is deep all the way, and that Ed. is a mere child of 10 or 11 years, he may safely be called a plucky little hero.” [The Index got his age wrong. In the 1880 census, he was enumerated at 15 years of age.]

Charley Hector lost the mail contract for five months to a new contractor. He regained it again when that company folded and abandoned its contract. In 1882, Charley Hector was awarded a four-year contract by the Post Office Department to transport mail from Bodie to Lundy, but he also abandoned the contract at the end of 1884 when he ran into financial difficulties. 
Historic Bodie Stage has seen better days- June Lake, CA. Note eastern Sierra-Nevada Mountains
The winter of 1883-84 Eddie Hector, Charley’s younger brother, was promoted to driving the stage. By January, 1884 when Beth in Big Meadows Valentine arrives in Lundy, Eddie would have been the driver. Heavy snows were typical of the winter in Lundy that year. As a result, the appearance of Eddie carrying the mail was an occasion to rejoice in this small community the winter in which my story takes place. The Homer Mining Index reported on March 8, 1884: “Eddie Hector came in last Tuesday afternoon, two days out from Bodie, with a sleigh - the first vehicle in since the 1st day of February.”


Until the closing of the Bennettville post office in November, 1884, there was one mail route out  of Lundy. It was only nine miles long up Lake Canyon, but crossed a mountain ridge at nearly 12,000 feet in elevation. In 1881-82, the carrier was C.W. Curtis who then became Bennettville’s postmaster. In the winters of 1882-83 and 1883-84, the mail was carried by J.L. Redlingshafer on skies during all sorts of weather. Once the Bennettville post office was closed, all mail for that community was handled out of Lundy.

As for Lundy, Henry H. Moody secured the appointment for postmaster on March 26, 1880. He set up the post office in the Senate Saloon owned by Hiram Blackburn. He did not manage his duties well, with most of the complaints being that he wasn’t there half the time or he was drunk. Messrs. Blackburn and Osborne who worked in the saloon had to handle his duties much of the time. The Homer Mining Index pointed out in its July 10, 1880 edition that it was against the law for a post office to be in a place where liquor is served.

In August 1880, the post office was moved out of the saloon and into the store of Rosenwald, Coblentz & Co. Alexander Rosenwald was appointed postmaster and held that position until 1887, after the hey-day of Lundy was past. In March 1881, a new building adjacent to the retail store was completed--"a private outlay for public service"--and became the post office. Fifty post office boxes were installed and general delivery was handled there.

The town of Lundy as it existed in the 1880s is now gone. Due to the dam built on the east end of Lundy Lake, water covers most of the original town site. But, these newspaper reports from Lundy’s history give an interesting insight into how mail delivery was managed in the western towns of the 1800s.


Zina Abbott is the pen name used by Robyn Echols for her historical novels. Her novel, Family Secrets, was published by Fire Star Press in October 2014 and her novelette, A Christmas Promise, was published by Prairie Rose Publications in November 2014. Her novella, Big Meadows Valentine, will be published shortly. Please visit the Zina Abbott’s Amazon Author Page by clicking HERE.


Thursday, September 18, 2014

Prairie Rose Publications New Release -- ALL FOR LOVE by Beverly Wells -- Giveaway

Beverly will be giving away one ecopy of her new novel All For Love. If you would like to win, add your email address in your comment.

BLURB
Toleman, Wyoming 1880’s

Feisty, outspoken schoolmarm, Lorelei Webster, is determined to stop the neglect and abuse in Toleman. And if it means raising havoc such as the town has never known, and deterring any man's attraction to her, so be it. But when faced with the compelling task of righting the wrongs in the handsome new doctor’s life, she desires more than merely cleansing his soul.

Reserved and dedicated to medicine, Doctor Seth Taylor has resigned himself to be content with his practice and a peaceful, uncomplicated life. Nothing more. But when the irritating Miss Webster stirs up memories he's long tried to bury, his complacent world tilts off kilter. Forced to accept her help in saving a youngster’s life, Seth finds he must deal with his dark haunting past before he can ever hope for more…But can he?


Both of them must make some changes in their dreams, but it's ALL FOR LOVE...

EXCERPT
Toleman, Wyoming 1886

Thwack!
The well-aimed object impacted dead-center between Lorelei Webster’s shoulder blades. Knife-piercing pain stabbed deep as flames sizzled across her skin. Its bite didn't begin to match her humiliation, or the warning behind the insulting attack. Braking her foot on the first step up to the walkway, she fought to catch her breath. And inhaled the odor of tomato.
Whoops of male laughter pierced the stifling air, triggering tears to cloud her vision. Juice oozed through her cotton blouse and across her tingling skin as a chunk of pulp plopped to the ground with a muted thud. She prayed the steps would open up so she could sink below. Refusing further disgrace, she sniffled back the sudden weakness, raised her chin and squared her shoulders. Unmannered, ignorant bastards. All of them.
"Take that Miss Neb-nose,” Sam Ahearns bellowed from across the street. “That's what we think of your damn meddlin'." Raucous mirth rose from his cohorts.
"Yeah, maybe now y’all know to keep yer unwanted snoot out of affairs that don't involve ya," Andy Piedmont's voice thundered worse than she'd ever heard.
Oh my, I've riled them but good this time. One, two…she silently counted to ten, striving for any kind of dignity she could muster. Don’t let them see your fear. You’re right in doing what you believe in. You are! She hoped her wide-brimmed bonnet hid her distress.
Gathering courage, she held her back taut to brace against another assault and, hesitantly but determinedly, lifted her left foot to the next step. She focused on her original destination straight ahead, yet the bank seemed a mile away. If her rubbery knees did not fail her, maybe, just maybe, she could make it inside with a smidgeon of poise.

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