Waving hello to everyone! I think
this is the first time I've ever been on your blog, Paty, yet we've known each
other for years. Unfortunately we are on opposite sides of the USA so we don't
get to drink coffee together or go riding in the hills. And I would love to go
riding with you!
I grew up riding English so keeping
my derrière in the saddle… It's a whole different style of riding. I think it's
easier to go from English to Western than it is to go from Western to English.
Posting is a little like patting your head while rubbing your tummy. Let's just
say I'd get lazy and ride bareback. You have to keep your hind parts down when
you do that.
When I write contemporary westerns,
I have fun mixing that east/west thing into the stories. But when I write historical
westerns, I don't play. I want my stories to be accurate and that extends to
the attitudes of the people at that time in history. But we all know that
people never really have changed. What changes is their environment. Back up
150 years and people didn't want to live in a soddy on the plains, they wanted
a log cabin. Today people don't want to live in an 800 square foot house, they
want the McMansion. What we want changes as we acquire more. The surfs of
yesteryear wanted their children to have a trade so they weren't doing menial
jobs. We want ours to go to the finest colleges we can afford so that they do
better than we did. Each generation since the beginning to time ups the ante.
Therefore, writing about people in the 1800's or any time frame isn't that
different from writing about today. People haven't changed! Only their
environment!
Understanding the things that they
had and what it took to get them is they key to keeping things accurate, but
there's one more piece to the puzzle - attitude. And where did they get that?
Mostly from the church. That's what controlled the morals, influenced politics,
etc. So not unlike today, there were people who held close to what they were
taught and those who didn't. To say there was no premarital sex in the 1880's
is totally wrong! Statistics show that one third of first born children were
born out of wedlock until about the 1950's when birth control became a common
thing.
That brings us back to people
haven't changed. Hormones and desire have not changed. But how they were
handled did. So the next step is to look at the characters. Who went west and
for what reason? Some of the men who first went west were escaping prosecution
for petty crimes. Starving? Did he steal a loaf of bread and almost got caught
or maybe recognized? Run away to place so large and vast, that a change in
clothes and a beard, and a new name were enough to give them a new chance at
life.
These men were tough, usually from
impoverished backgrounds, so they were already hardened. Survival made them
tougher. They weren't all bad people or vicious criminals. They went west
looking for another way of life. They didn't want to do what their father did
or they were the third son and would not be able to inherit the business,
store, farm, etc. They could kill for food and sell the pelt. Soon too many
realized they could make good money just by killing for the pelts.
As the east expanded into the
western territories, looking for precious minerals such as gold and copper, it
brought a different kind of man into the area. Skilled workers, surveyors,
tinkers, traders, farriers, doctors, preachers, and adventurers came and
settled. The west in the late 1700's through the 1800's was like the New World
to the pilgrims and other settlers, a chance for a new life, a new beginning,
and a chance to reinvent themselves as someone else. That street urchin grew up
and now has a chance to become a respectable member of the community. The
cunning and intelligence that keep him alive on the streets of some big eastern
city, kept him alive in the untamed west.
Strength and brawn were required.
If they didn't have it, they gained it. The cowboy that we romanticize isn't
very accurate. Cowboys were boys! Cheap labor. But that man we conjure is
probably the rancher and he earned those muscles by being on the range and
working with those boys roping cattle. Taking down a 1500 pound animal is no
small feat. Fast, sure, skilled, confident aren't qualities that most men are
born with, instead they are gained by hard work and doing a job until they can
do it in their sleep.
Who doesn't want such a man? Even
the most independent woman who doesn't need a man to protect her still can
admire a strong body and enjoys the company of a man who is as independent and
capable as she. And although a rancher might appreciate a pretty little gal in
a silk dress, he needed one who could handle a gun, knew how to butcher a
steer, and wasn't going to fall apart if she broke a fingernail. Those men were
tough and so were the women or they didn't survive. And even the tough ones
didn't always make it, thanks to things like small pox, cholera, and even the
flu.
And most of marriages never took
place. There was no one to marry them. They were known as common law marriages.
Maybe after several years, they might have come across a minister who married
them. But over half the marriages were without any official records.
I happen to like these more
realistic characters who get dirt under their nails. A heroine who can shoot a
rattler, make belt from the skin and cook the meat for dinner. No, I don't want
to eat snake and don't try to tell me it tastes like chicken. It tastes like
snake! But I do admire the gutsy women who went west and found men worth
loving. The real stories of those people who carved a living where nature
wasn't always kind but it's always beautiful!
*********
Loving Matilda
E. Ayers
Blurb:
Matilda “Matt” Berwyn, forced to
live disguised as a boy in a mining town, longs to escape and blossom into the
female she's always wanted to be. But her desire to leave Morgan's Crossing
escalates when she realizes she's being stalked.
Stockyard hand Zeke Hillerman knows
her secret and has fallen in love with her. He helps her flee to his parents’
home in the east to learn to be a lady, while he struggles to start his own
ranch. As Matilda grapples with Victorian expectations of young women, Zeke’s
plans for their future unravel, and he realizes that the cost of her ticket out
of Morgan's Crossing may have been his own heart.
Excerpt from Loving
Matilda:
Zeke awaken and
stretched. He had found the perfect spot for sleeping. Using his bedroll as a
pillow, he’d slept through the night and well into the morning hours, leaving
him feeling refreshed and ready for the ride to the Reiner stockyard. He
scanned the water below and didn’t see Matt. Unfortunately, he couldn't wait
forever. It was important that he return to the stockyard in a timely manner.
But that didn't stop the disappointment that ran through him.
As he prepared to leave,
movement caught his eye and he stopped long enough to realize it was Matt. She's
not playing. She really is panning for gold!
He stood there
mesmerized. Whatever she was finding wasn’t small. He left his horse and went
back down the pass to get a better look. A spear whizzed through the air and
landed near Matt.
Zeke instantly
stiffened. His rifle was with his backpack, leaving him only with his knife.
There was no time to think. He had to protect Matt. He took off in a full run,
his boots barely touching the ground. A blood-curdling yell resonated across
the peaceful landscape as an Indian ran towards Matt. He saw the Indian attack
Matt.
Zeke dove for the
young man slamming him into the creek bed. With his fist raised, Zeke looked
into two dark orbs that instantly widened…
"Who is
he?" Gray Fox asked.
Matilda sat in the
creek after she dragged the man from the water and watched him. "Not sure.
Think he's going to die?"
"As hard as
you hit him with that rock, he might."
Bio:
As the official
matchmaker for all the characters who wander through a mind full of imagination
and the need to share, E. Ayers enjoys finding just the right ones to create a
story.
9 comments:
We're having a crazy day in the SE corner of Virginia as snow is on its way. A few flurries sends this area into a complete halt and they are talking as much as three whole inches. Devastating! ;-) I love the white stuff!
I'll be in and out today so leave a comment and I will respond.
I do miss snow sometimes here in Sunny California. Men and women were brave to come out west and settle it. Looks like another great book.
I hope the snow isn't as bad as they predict. We're having freezing rain Monday and Tuesday. Not a pretty thing to drive in. Your book is great! Loving, Loving Matilda!
I doubt I would have done as well as my heroines. I hope you enjoy reading my newest.
Thank you so much! You just made my day!
Thank you so much! You just made my day!
I doubt I would have done as well as my heroines. I hope you enjoy reading my newest.
A day late but still here, E. Your essay about the old west was wonderful. Those folks were so brave to venture away from all that they know of life. And imagine the loneliness of their lives with no TV or emails. ;-) Good luck with Matilda. The premise is one I love to read.
Thanks for stopping by, Jane. Those settlers had to be gutsy. If they encountered Indians, those men might have left them alone or they might have killed them. From the Am Indian side of things, they truly hated us and they had every reason to do so. And as for Matilda, she might have hated living disguised as a boy, but she soon found out she was freer as a boy then she was a girl. That's when she discovered that the grass is always greener on the other side - no matter which side she was on.
Enjoy the book, Jane. Take one of those snowy days and hunker down where you can see the snow falling. Be thankful you aren't in a covered wagon, and read Loving Matilda.
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