My father was a great storyteller. Many of them had to do with earlier times and places. (It’s no wonder I like writing historicals.) My favourite stories were about pioneer cowboys. Big John Ware, the negro cowboy who proved to be a hero in so many ways.
Guy Weadick, who considered himself to be ‘half cowboy and three-quarters showman’. He along with his wife, Flores LaDue, was largely responsible for starting the Calgary Stampede which is now world famous and attracts thousands and thousands of people.
Then there was Fred Stimson and George Lane who ran the Bar U Ranch back in the day. Oh, and lest we forget, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid worked there at one time.
But in truth, I didn’t have to go far to see real cowboys up close and personal. I was very young when we went to the farm/ranch of a family member. The cowboys were big and handsome with a swagger that informed the world they were ready for anything. They proceeded to prove it.
With lariats swinging, they roped calves. With spurs jangling, they rode unbroken horses, yelling and waving their hand overhead like it was spectacular fun! And then- in shivers of fear and anticipation- they dared each other to ride one of the meanest, snortingest, biggest bulls ever. (Remember I was knee high to a grasshopper- so easily impressed. I might have grown over the years, but I’d still describe the bulls the same way.) It took several horses, several lariats, and even several cowboys to restrain this wild creature so someone could climb on its back. Then everyone backed away and the bull snorted and roared and twisted and bucked. Cowboy after cowboy hit the dust.
And then- my hero- the most handsome, tallest, most swaggering one of them all, settled on the sweaty, hairy, angry back.
“Let ’em go boys!” His voice rang out, filled with confidence.
And they did. The animal bucked and snorted and bellowed and twisted. He couldn’t unseat the cowboy. Finally, the rider deftly and purposely caught a gate in passing. He left the animal and shouted victory.
I. Was. In. Love.
With the genre.
Not the cowboy. (believe that if you want. lol)
I think stories of heroes like this cowboy should be told and retold. And so I do exactly that. Not only do I write about big, brave cowboys, I show their fears and vulnerabilities and I show the women with pluck enough to tame these handsome men.
Find my newest cowboy story in the pages of “Montana Groom of Convenience” set to release August,19th!
Faced with losing her family’s ranch, Carly makes a heart-wrenching choice- a marriage of convenience or watch everything slip away? Sawyer needs security for him and his sister- not a wife, or so he thought. As emotions surface and attraction grows, can they continue to suppress their feelings to achieve their goals, or will they risk everything for a chance at real love?