Friday, November 11, 2011

Friday Facts- Virginia City, Montana

Facts about Virginia City, Montana

The first public school in Montana opened in Virginia City in 1866. The Madison County Courthouse was built in 1876. The first company of the Montana National Guard organized in Virginia City in 1885.

The first newspaper in the territory, the Montana Post, printed its first issue in August of 1864. Today's local newspaper, the Madisonian, began publication in 1873.

The displays in Virginia and Nevada Cities differ from other outdoor museums in that they are interspersed within a living community and house the largest collection of old-west artifacts outside of the Smithsonian.

Why am I giving you facts about Virginia City? Because I received a very high compliment this week on my book Improper Pinkerton.  Part of the book is set in Virginia City and a reader asked me if I'd been there because my portrayal of it was so real.

Unfortunately I didn't have the time to go to Montana when I wrote Improper Pinkerton even though the whole book is set in that state. I did, however, use Google Earth, Sanborn maps, and the Montana Historical Society to help me learn about the areas of my story in the late 1800's.  

Blurb for Improper Pinkerton
An impetuous Pinkerton agent is out to prove to a righteous US Marshal that she's the best "man" to complete the assignment and the only "woman" who can capture his heart.

Mae Simon is on her first assignment as a Pinkerton operative and determined nothing will stand in her way of accomplishing her task. When the simple assignment turns into a murder and kidnapping, she has to stop hiding behind her disguises and trust a man she’s betrayed.

U. S. Marshal Beck Harlan can’t afford to befriend anyone. Not with a vengeance seeking outlaw killing off his intimate acquaintances. Yet, he falls hard for the French prostitute he talks into being an informant, not realizing she is a Pinkerton operative after the same man.


Beck couldn’t believe his luck. The French girl stood at the top of the stairway. Sally had said she’d send the woman to him when she was available, but that was fast. He started forward, and she scampered down the stairs. He caught her from behind, sliding an arm around the curve of her waist, and hauled her back up to the room he’d just left.
“Unhand me you buffoon!”
He spun her and lowered his head, covering her mouth with his—just to keep her quiet. She stopped fighting. Her body went lax, and he molded her soft contours to his, drawing out the kiss. His heart hammered in his chest. Her arms entwined his neck. His hands roamed up and down her clothing. There were no restraining garments underneath. Only thin fabric between his skin and her round bottom. He reached around to the front and cupped her breast. She was a hand full.
Her palms flattened against his chest, and she pushed out of his grasp. He let her go physically, but his mind was back kissing her.
“Monsieur, you have not paid for that privilege!” Her golden brown eyes lacked the scolding of her words. He peered down at her moist lips and wanted to drag her back into his arms. He hadn’t needed a woman in some time, but this woman…lured him.
She spun away and stepped toward the door. She couldn’t leave. They still had to talk. He stepped around her, blocking her exit. His arms crossed over his chest to avoid reaching out to her again. Staring down at the top of her head, he waited. She slowly lifted her chin and stared at him.
“I must find Sally.” She raised her hands as though to push him aside, then dropped them to her hips when he didn’t budge.
“I just need a few minutes of your time.”
She held out a hand, palm up.
“You, monsieur, wish my time. You will pay for it.” She wiggled her fingers.
He narrowed his eyes. He didn’t know what game this woman played. A moment ago she’d participated in a steaming kiss just as much as he had, and now she wanted paid for her time?
“Now listen here, I’m not paying to talk to you.”
“But, monsieur, you did more than talk when you,” her face blushed prettily, “dragged me into this room.”
“I only did that to keep you from screaming.”
“Screaming? I did not scream.” She cocked her head to one side as though sizing him up.
“You were about to.”
“Non. You took lee-ber-tees.”
He ran a hand over his face. Was she about to scream or did he take liberties? Now, he wasn’t so sure he didn’t kiss her because he’d been thinking of it all night as she flirted with Lamont.
That was the cold water he needed. Knowing she’d been with Lamont moments before.
“I need you to do me a favor.”
There she went with the palm and waggling fingers, again.
“I don’t need that kind of favor.” He pulled his badge out of his vest pocket. “I’m a U.S. Marshal.”
Her eyes widened, and her full lips formed a perfect ‘O’ before she uttered in her breathy sigh, “But monsieur, surely I have done nothing wrong.”
Her seductive voice and eyes feigning innocence played havoc with his control. He knew she flirted. He felt it in every inch of his body. And damn if he didn’t want to flirt back.
“I’d say working in this place gives me grounds to suspect…” She stepped closer, pressing her body against his and igniting desires he’d held at bay the last three years.
“S’il vous plait, do not take me to your jail. I would get cold and lonely there.” She ran her hands up his chest and looped them around his neck, stretching her body the full length of him.
He wrapped his hands around her waist, holding her against him. His body responded to her unlike any other woman. He rested his forehead on hers and took a deep breath.
Business. He had to keep this a business arrangement. For her sake. And his.

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