Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The Pleasant Valley War: The Kid and the Commodore


Charles Whipple (Chuck Tyrell)

The Pleasant Valley War:
The Kid and the Commodore
by Charles Whipple (Chuck Tyrell)
Copyright © Charles Whipple

Commodore Perry Owens rode in from the south, reining in his blooded horse atop the rise overlooking Holbrook. The Little Colorado below was an ocher ribbon fringed with gray-green willows. Far away to the northeast, the flat-topped hills of the Painted Desert spread pinks and blues across the horizon. He hooked a leg over the saddle horn and contemplated the rowdy cowtown. It looked peaceful that Sunday, September 4, 1887, but the Sabbath was about to be broken by gunfire. Sheriff Owens carried a warrant for the arrest of that kid Andy Cooper . . . much as he dreaded serving it.

Not that he was a coward. He'd proved he wasn’t. The Snider Gang lost nine men in the Round Valley gunfight, for instance. But he'd been in office since January and the Cooper warrant—for stealing Navajo horses—was still outstanding.

When Commodore Perry Owens drifted into northern Arizona in 1881, people soon learned the long-haired cowboy had iron nerves and an uncanny skill with horses. John Walker hired him to guard Wells Fargo and army remudas at Navajo Springs.

Navajos regularly tried to steal the horses, but many fell to Commodore Owens's Sharps .50. He could hit a squirrel a mile away with that gun. He reckoned he'd killed at least 50 Navajos by the time he became the sheriff of Apache County.


Commodore Perry Owens

Sheriff Commodore Perry Owens

If the Indians got away with a few horses, Owens would raid them right back, often bringing back more mounts than he'd lost. Andy Cooper sometimes went with Commodore on those sorties. He was a cheerful young man, good with animals. But he had a hot temper and a quick trigger finger. If anyone in the territory could match Commodore Perry Owens with a Colt's, it was Andy Cooper.

When Owens inherited a warrant issued by the county court on March 26, 1886, accusing Andy Cooper of stealing 40 Navajo horses, he ignored it. To him, stealing Navajo horses was no crime. "Kid, I'm sheriff now, so you just stay out of town when I'm here," Commodore said to Cooper. "Or I'll have to serve that warrant on you."

The Sheriff took the warrant to Taylor, leaving instructions with the deputy in the town to serve it if Andy ever showed up. Owens put the warrant out of his mind because Zach Decker, the Mormon gunman, lived in Taylor; Andy would probably steer clear.

Now things had gotten out of hand. The Sheriff was forced to serve that damned warrant. He kneed his mount toward the crossing at Berado's store.

Much of the trouble began in 1884, when the Aztec Land and Cattle Company—the Hashknife Outfit—brought 40,000 cattle into Apache County. The Texans who came with Hashknife cows into Arizona were hard men. And they partook freely of other people's stock.

Mart Blevins settled on a rawhide ranch at the headwaters of Canyon Creek late in 1884. With him came four sons—Hampton, John, Charles, and Sam Houston—his wife Mary, and daughter Mesa. Mart had a fifth son, Andy, who took the last name of Cooper after a scrape in Llano, Texas. When Andy first came to Arizona, he drove a Hashknife chuckwagon.

In 1884, Commodore Perry Owens had a horse ranch at Cottonwood Seep, about 10 miles south of Navajo Springs. People came from all over to buy his blooded stock, and to see his skill with firearms. Someone would throw a tin can in the air and holler, "Commodore!" In an instant both his guns were out. Lead smashed into the can long before it hit the ground. Shooting with right-hand gun, then left, he'd keep the can moving until it was too shattered to roll.

Although the Commodore's blond hair reached nearly to his waist, no one kidded him. He spoke with a quiet Oklahoma drawl, but he decked anyone who disparaged his hair or the way he wore his guns butt forward. At five foot ten, he wasn't a big man, but once something started, he never said "quit."

Down in Pleasant Valley, the feud that would bury 28 men heated up.

Jim Stinson was the first cowman in the valley, settling on Cherry Creek with 1,200 head of cattle the Mormons traded him for his ranch at Snowflake. He was preceded by mountain man John D. Tewksbury and his three half-Indian sons—John Jr., James, and Ed—and followed by Tom and John Graham, natives of Iowa, who set up a ranch upstream from Stinson two years later.

At first the Grahams and the Tewksbury boys were fast friends. But a quarrel over stolen cattle ruined that friendship. After that, eyes narrowed and hands moved toward gun butts whenever a Graham and a Tewksbury passed on the trail.

Above the Mogollon Rim, the Daggs brothers ran thousands of sheep. But A-One Bar cowboys kept them off lush pastures among the San Francisco peaks, the Hashknife outfit barred them from ranges to the east, and Pleasant Valley ranchers guarded the passes off the Mogollon Rim so Daggs' woollies couldn't get in.

View from the Mogollon Rim

By 1886, the rift between the Grahams and the Tewksburys was common knowledge. And the Daggs brothers decided to take advantage of the feud. They offered the Tewksburys a lucrative deal to guard Daggs sheep into Pleasant Valley. They accepted, and the drive began.

The ranchers stood aghast as the woollies poured into Pleasant Valley. Suddenly the enmity between honest cowmen and rustlers evaporated. They faced a new, much larger threat. Andy Cooper was among the crowd that gathered at the Graham ranch one autumn day in 1886 to consider what to do about the sheep. So was Tom Pickett, who had ridden with Billy Bonner.

Andy wanted action. Kill all the sheep and every man with them, he said, but Tom Graham said no. "There must be no killing and no destruction of property," Graham ordered.

"Give them sheep a hold in the valley and there won't be enough grass left for a grasshopper come spring," Cooper countered. "I'll lead the boys. We'll make a raid that'll end it all, and damned sudden."

Graham ordered him to stay put, and faced the young gunsharp down, even though Graham himself had no reputation as a shootist.

Graham's brand of guerrilla persuasion—shots in the night that holed coffee pots and frying pans—didn't force the sheep out of the valley. Later, Andy led a rougher bunch. They stampeded sheep over cliffs, shooting any survivors. And they beat up the herders.

In Holbrook, sheepman Sam Brown and druggist Frank Wattron headed the citizen's committee that drafted Commodore Perry Owens into running for sheriff of Apache County.

Incumbent J.L. Hubbell's trading post was an important stop on the outlaw trail. Violence was rampant. Hardcases run out by the Texas Rangers flocked to northern Arizona for respite.

Even the Clanton gang, ousted from Tombstone by the Earps, moved back to their New Mexico ranch and started stealing Arizona cattle.

Hubbell's trading post

On November 4, 1886, 500 landowners voted for Commodore Perry Owens and his law-and-order platform; 409 voted for Hubbell. A pall of black-powder gunsmoke hung over Holbrook as the citizens celebrated Owens's victory. Friends organized a dance in honor of his election, with music by a Mormon band from Saint Johns.

Later, his chief deputy, Joe T. McKinney, recalled: "Commodore Owens had a great reputation as a brave man and many wonderful things were promised and expected after he was in the sheriff's office. Lawlessness was everywhere."

Owens moved into the Barth Hotel in Saint Johns and started as Apache County sheriff in January 1887. He appointed strong men as deputies—Osmer Flake, Lon Hawes, Joe Hershey, John Scarlett, Frank Wattron, Joe McKinney, and the Tewksbury partisan who later turned the Pleasant Valley quarrel into a vendetta, James D. Houck.

The Pleasant Valley conflict turned bloody in February. Shots were fired at one Navajo herder early in the month, but he shot back. The cowboys left for easier pickings. Some days later another Navajo herder was found shot dead. The cowboy roughnecks had declared war.

The Hashknife outfit put John Payne, a big ruthless Texan, in charge of moving sheepmen off Hashknife range. Paine and his riders gave ultimatums to Tewksbury partisans: Leave, or else.

With the sheep out of Pleasant Valley, things cooled down a bit. One sheepherder was dead, but people felt he was just a Navajo. The dead sheep were another matter. They cost the Daggs—and the Tewksburys—money. But more than that, the brothers rankled at losing to the Grahams.

As the storm brewed, Commodore Perry Owens rode endless miles to uphold the law in his domain. He left the warrant for Andy Cooper's arrest gathering dust in Taylor, but served countless others. Lawbreakers went to jail, or left the country.

Then Mormon teamsters started losing horses. They would leave their teams hobbled at night and often wake up to find the horses gone, with the hobbles left behind to taunt them. Apache County Critic Editor Frank Reed wrote: "The leader of this gang of rustlers has been cited as one Andy Cooper, who was classed as being a horse thief desperado of the most daring stamp, and the boldest man in his operations as had ever cursed the west."

Nevertheless, Commodore Perry Owens ignored Andy Cooper. As he brought in lawbreaker after lawbreaker and collected license fee after license fee (he was liable for fees that went uncollected), Commodore's reputation grew. But horses and cattle continued to disappear, and the local papers continued to remind Sheriff Owens about Andy Cooper.

For months, Andy Cooper and John Payne ramrodded the wild bunch that harassed the sheepherders. The next casualties hit close to home. Ignoring the advice of his sons, Mart Blevins rode away from his Canyon Creek ranch one morning in late July 1887, looking for missing horses. He was never seen again. Some thought the Navajos killed him, others said horse thieves. Seven years later, a rancher on Cherry Creek found a human skull near a rusty rifle that had belonged to Mart Blevins.

Two weeks passed without word of Mart. The Blevins brothers were convinced sheepmen had killed the old man. Will Barnes, Arizona historian and owner of the Long Tom ranch, was at a Hashknife roundup camp south of Holbrook when John Payne, Hampton Blevins, and six others rode up on August 10. Payne announced they were headed for Pleasant Valley in search of Mart Blevins, and to "start a little war of our own." Barnes and the wagon boss tried to talk the riders out of violence, but Payne's job at the Hashknife was to get rid of sheepmen, so arguments against force meant nothing to the rowdies.

The horsemen passed the deserted Blevins ranch at the head of Canyon Creek—the Blevinses had rented a house in Holbrook for their womenfolk—and trailed down Canyon Creek, keeping an eye out for signs of the old man.

Finding none, they headed for the Middleton ranch, where John Payne had ordered everyone to "leave, or else."

Jim and Ed Tewksbury, Jim Roberts, and Joseph Boyer were at the Middleton spread when Payne, Hamp Blevins, Tom Tucker, Bob Glasspie, and Bob Carrington rode up. Payne repeated his ultimatum, saying the occupants hadn't left and they'd have to pay.

According to Jim Roberts, Hamp Blevins reached for his pistol. Jim Tewksbury, deadly with a saddle gun, shot Hamp dead. Jim Roberts fired at John Payne, clipping his ear and splattering the side of his head with blood. Another Tewksbury bullet killed Payne's horse. He jumped away from his mount, but took only two or three strides before Tewksbury bullets dropped him lifeless near the body of Hamp Blevins. Tom Tucker was shot through the lungs; Glasspie and Carrington escaped untouched.

After the Middleton ranch shootout, Andy Cooper and the Graham faction may have gotten the idea that the law had sided with the Tewksburys. Deputy Sheriff Joe McKinney refused to investigate, saying it wasn't his jurisdiction (The Tonto Basin is in Gila and Yavapai Counties; McKinney was an Apache County deputy). Deputy James Houck, a former state assemblyman from Apache County, was a Tewksbury partisan. William Mulvenon, sheriff of Yavapai County, led a posse into Pleasant Valley but failed to arrest a single Tewksbury, even though he had ten warrants. His posse met a group of Graham men led by Andy Cooper at the Perkins store. Andy saw the officers were empty-handed and told them the cattlemen would "take matters into their own hands" and exterminate the sheepmen if the sheriff did not arrest the Tewksburys.

Pleasant Valley being outside his jurisdiction, Apache County Sheriff Commodore Perry Owens still found no reason to serve the warrant outstanding on Andy Cooper.

The Pleasant Valley War is also known as the Graham-Tewksbury feud, but none of its first victims bore those names. The Grahams may not have been involved at this point, because of Tom Graham's orders against killing. Andy Cooper, though, was another matter. His father was missing, his brother dead. He wanted action. So he usurped leadership of the Graham riders every chance he got, hoping to get a Tewksbury in the sights of his guns.

A Pleasant Valley novel

Owens's own deputy pushed the battle past the point of no return. On August 17, 1887, Deputy James Houck killed young Billy Graham from ambush. Suddenly, a range war between cattle and sheep interests became a personal vendetta between Grahams and Tewksburys.

The warrant for Andy Cooper's arrest lay in Taylor, ignored. So the county board of commissioners called Sheriff Owens in for an accounting. Will Barnes was there. "...They asked him why he had not made the arrest. His reply was that he had not been able to locate Cooper." Barnes told the board that he had seen Cooper in Holbrook two days before. The board told Owens to arrest Cooper within ten days or be ousted from office.

Now, as his horse dipped its head to drink from the Little Colorado, Owens considered his odds.

In the few days since the board's command, more men died in Pleasant Valley. Tom Graham, who had been against a shooting war, now wanted to avenge his young half-brother. Graham, Cooper, and a group of riders descended on the Tewksbury ranch as dawn broke September 2, 1887.

They caught John Tewksbury and William Jacobs about a mile from the Tewksbury home, and killed them. The cowboys kept the remaining Tewksburys pinned down inside the house. Hogs came and rooted at the bodies. But when they started to maul them, Mary Ann Tewksbury, John's wife, couldn't stand it. She braved the Graham guns to bury her husband and his friend in a shallow grave she scraped out with an old shovel. Cowboy chivalry protected her.

Commodore Owens rode slowly down Holbrook's Main Street, south of the tracks. He stabled the sorrel at Brown & Kinder's livery. Frank Wattron walked over from his drugstore, a shotgun under his arm, to tell Owens that Andy Cooper had bragged of killing one of the Tewksburys and another man he did not know. He asked if Owens wanted help.

"I don't want anyone hurt in this matter," Owens said. "They've been telling all around the country that I was afraid to serve these Cooper warrants, and a lot of other stuff. I'll show them that I'm not afraid and take him single-handed or die a-trying. You just sit back and watch me do it, that's all I ask."

Owens was in the livery stable cleaning his pistol, when John Blevins came for Andy's horse. "Your man's leaving town," Sam Brown told the sheriff. Owens put his six-shooter back together and walked out of the livery stable with his Winchester .45-60 in his hand.

A few minutes later, Andy Cooper and Sam Houston Blevins were dead, Mose Roberts was dying, and John Blevins was wounded.

At the inquest, Commodore Perry Owens gave this testimony:
. . . I went and got my Winchester and went down to arrest Cooper. Before I got there, I saw someone looking out at the door. When I got close to the house, they shut the door. I stepped up on the porch, looked through the window and also looked in the room to my left. I seen Cooper and his brother (John) and others in that room. I called to Cooper to come out. Cooper took out his pistol and also his brother took out his pistol. Then Cooper went from that room into the east room. His brother came to the door on my left, took the door knob in his hand and held the door open a little. Cooper came to the door facing me from the east room. Cooper held this door partly open with his head out. I says, "Cooper I want you." Cooper says, "What do you want with me?" I says, "I have a warrant for you." Cooper says, "What warrant?" I told him the same warrant that I spoke to him about some time ago that I left in Taylor, for horse stealing. Cooper says, "Wait." I says, "Cooper, no wait." Cooper says, "I won't go." I shot him. This brother of his to my left behind me jerked open the door and shot at me, missing me and shot the horse which was standing aside and a little behind me. I whirled my gun and shot at him, and then ran out in the street where I could see all parts of the house. I could see Cooper through the window on his elbow with his head towards the window. He disappeared to the right of the window. I fired through the house expecting to hit him between the shoulders. I stopped a few moments. Some man (Mose Roberts) jumped out of the house on the northeast corner out of a door or window, I can't say, with a six shooter in his right hand and his hat off. There was a wagon or buckboard between he and I. I jumped to one side of the wagon and fired at him. Did not see him any more. I stood there a few moments when there was a boy (Sam Houston Blevins) jumped out of the front of the house with a six shooter in his hands. I shot him. I stayed a few moments longer. I see no other man so I left the house. When passing by the house I see no one but somebody's feet and legs sticking out the door. I then left and came on up town.
It was signed C.P. Owens.

Owens's version of the gunfight was seconded by several witnesses: C. O. Brown, Will C. Barnes, Frank Wattron, Frank Reed, and William Adams, among others.

The coroner's jury found no fault with Owens.

The Sheriff was a hero for but an instant. Often he served warrants on dead men. Deputy James Houck viciously lynched Jim Stott, James Scott, and Billy Wilson. The Saint Johns Herald wrote: "The common people are beginning to think that our territory has had enough of desperadoes as 'peace' officers, who parade about with abbreviated cannon strapped to their hips. ...The trouble with the desperado-class of officers is that they shoot whom they please, and are acquitted on the plea that their victim 'had it in for 'em' and the shooting was in self defense...."

The Board of Supervisors became antagonistic, often disallowing Owens's expenses. He once had to threaten them at gunpoint to get paid. He didn't run for a second term, choosing instead to become a guard for the Atlantic & Pacific Railroad. Later he was a Deputy U.S. Marshall under M.K. Meade.

Eventually, Owens moved to Seligman where he ran a saloon. At the age of 50, he married Elizabeth Barrett. She was 23. The couple had no children. In his sixties, Owens' mind failed. Born July 29, 1852, and named after the hero of Lake Erie, Commodore Oliver Perry, Owens died May 10, 1919. He lies buried in an unmarked grave in Flagstaff, Arizona.

The warrant for the arrest of Andy Cooper rests in the archives of the Apache County court in St. Johns, yellow with age. Across the back, Commodore Perry Owens had scrawled: "Party against whom this warrant was issued was killed while resisting arrest."



Vulture Gold by Chuck Tyrell
Available in print or ebook

Books Currently Available

Writing as Chuck Tyrell:
Writing as Charles Whipple:
Black Horse Westerns by Chuck Tyrell are available from the Book Depository, which ships postage-free anywhere in the world.
Coming February 2012 from Chuck Tyrell:
Return to Silver Creek
(unabridged version of Revenge at Wolf Mountain)
Coming Febraury 2012 from Charles Whipple:
The Shadow Shield,
Book 2 of The Masacado Scrolls

Sunday, January 15, 2012

RTW Features Western Author Chuck Tyrell


Author Chuck Tyrell

Featured Author: Chuck Tyrell

Romancing The West has a special guest today. Please welcome author Charles Whipple who writes westerns as Chuck Tyrell. This is a western blog so we're featuring some of his upcoming western novels, but he also writes a Japanese fantasy series, The Masacado Scrolls as Charles Whipple. The first book, The Fall of Awa, is out now.

Here's Chuck's bio from his website: Charles T. Whipple, an international prize-winning author, uses the pen name of Chuck Tyrell for his Western novels. Whipple was born and reared in Arizona’s White Mountain country only 19 miles from Fort Apache. He won his first writing award while in high school, and has won several since, including a 4th place in the World Annual Report competition, a 2nd place in the JAXA Naoko Yamazaki Commemorative Haiku competition, and the first-place Agave Award in the 2010 Oaxaca International Literature Competition.

Raised on a ranch, Whipple brings his own experience into play when writing about the hardy people of 19th Century Arizona. Although he currently lives in Japan, Whipple maintains close ties with the West through family, relatives, former schoolmates, and readers of his western fiction. Whipple belongs to Western Fictioneers, Western Writers of America, Arizona Authors Association, American Society of Journalists and Authors, and Tauranga Writers Inc.

That's the abbreviated version. Here's the real deal.

RTW: It's time to get down to business. What aspect of life in the Old West intrigues you the most? Do you work that into your books?

CT: I wonder if there is a single aspect of life that intrigues a person? I suppose if I had to choose something, it would be independence. Although there is no such thing as total independence, life in the “old west” came very close. As far as a man is concerned, it was possible to live with just your two hands and a knife. In a family situation, a man and his wife, with a few tools, could basically carve a life for themselves out of the wilderness. It didn’t always work, but if their eye was sharp for good land, ample water, and sufficient growing season, they could survive on their own.

My grandparents were such. They lived in dugouts until small cabins—some adobe, some post and mud, some trimmed and squared ponderosa—were built. In the end, my mother’s father built his own home, which still stands, of red brick he kilned himself. That man made 50,000 bricks and built a two-story home with them. Who today can say the same?

That sense of independence. That do-it-yourself attitude. That fend for your family capability. That’s what the Old West means to me, and that’s the kind of character I love and respect. In my Western stories, I try to show the heroism of those hardy people.

RTW: If you lived in the old west, what modern convenience would you miss the most?

CT: If I lived in 1880, I’d probably be dead. The average lifespan in those days was only about 50. That said, my great grandfather moved to Arizona at age 76. He lived to 89. No conveniences. No modern medicine. No automobiles. Just a knowledge of how to get along in a tough land. Modern convenience . . . well, if I lived in 1880, I would know nothing of modern conveniences, so I would be unable to miss them. What do I like most about now? The ability to communicate instantly across the miles to friends around the world. In 1880, my world would probably have been bounded by the distance my horse could travel. Once in a while, I’d read news of faraway places, but the effect that news would have on my life would be minimal. Now my life is affected by my friends, far and near, and my family, both here in Japan and in the US. Fortunately, we can communicate readily, which makes us more rounded people, I believe.

RTW: Are there any common errors in westerns that bug you? If so, please set us straight.

CT: In movies, of course, one must laugh about the guns used. I watched one last night from the 1960s. It was supposedly set in 1872. But the actors used Colt SAAs, which was not on the market until 1873. Same with rifles. The heroes fought off Comanches with lever-action repeaters that looked to me like late model Winchesters, perhaps M1886. In 1872, they would have been 1866 Yellow Boys or Henrys, I’d think. The other thing is, black powder makes a lot of smoke. We don’t hear much about the smoke in Westerns. You don’t see much smoke in Western movies.

It’s interesting how many Western novels are set in towns. It’s interesting how many alleys seem to exist in those towns. Yet, when you look at photographs of period towns, there seems to be a lot of distance between buildings. The setting, town or country, is as important as your characters. Early Elmore Leonard stories used setting well, in my opinion. Today, if you would like to read someone who uses setting well, read Barry Eisler.

RTW: Why is must Breed in your soon-to-be-released A Man Called Breed take his particular story journey? What does he have to prove?

CT: Well, here’s a half-breed, a man who lost his mother at Sand Creek, who never really knew his Pa. A man raised by the Master Sergeant at the fort. A man who proved himself as a scout for the army, who earned a Medal of Honor (yes, several “Indian” scouts won Medals of Honor), who mustanged in the White Mountains of Arizona until he got enough horseflesh to get himself a nest egg. He sells his mustangs at Fort Yuma and takes a steamboat to Ehrenburg, intent on going to a place he knows near Cherry Creek to start a horse ranch. The story starts with a man who tries to throw the Breed out of a bar because he’s the wrong color. It ends with that man’s father apologizing for his son’s actions. The story in between those two events will glue you to your chair and keep the midnight lights burning.

RTW: Sounds like quite a ride. You have an excerpt for us from another upcoming release. Tell us a little about that.

CT: Yes, I’m going to jump to another book – Return to Silver Creek. On one level, it’s the story of a man’s search for the villain who raped his wife. On another level, it’s her battle back to sanity, and how she (and he) comes to terms with her unwanted pregnancy. As Christmas just went by, I think this excerpt is apropos.

Return to Silver Creek
Copyright © Chuck Tyrell

A twitch, a tightening in her belly brought her thoughts leaping back to her real problem. A baby. A child of rape. An infant bred in the depths of sin.

She sat up straight in the chair, clasping her hands primly on her lap. Her lips pressed together in a firm line.

Padre Juan looked at her with the question plain on his face. Softly he said, “You are thinking about the child again.” Drawing a large breath, he spoke again.

“Let me tell you an ancient story, Laura Havelock. Perhaps it will help you see the child in your womb more clearly.”

Laura nodded, but did not relax her prim position.

“Once in another land, far away and long ago, a young man fell in love. The young man worked with his hands and he had finished his apprenticeship. He was now a journeyman, old enough and skilled enough to provide for a family.

“The young man went to the parents of the woman he loved and asked them to allow him to marry her. Seeing a stalwart youth, a journeyman, a person who loved their daughter and would provide for her, the parents agreed to a betrothal and it was announced to all. The young woman and the young man were very happy.

“Then one day the young man’s world crumbled. His betrothed, the woman he loved more than life itself, told him she was with child.

“What pain! What horror! What agony of spirit! Yet he loved her still.

“Tossing and turning in his bed, the young man slept fitfully. He had such a burden on his heart. Then, in the dead of night, he dreamt of an angel. A being in white. A being glorious as the noonday sun.

“‘Listen to me,’ the angel said in a voice that penetrated to the young man’s very soul. ‘Hear the words of my mouth. I say to you that the child in the womb of your betrothed is of God. Think you no more of it, but marry her according to your vows.’

“The young man knew when he awoke that his betrothed held life from God within her. And he respected her for it.

“When the time came, he was with her when the child was born. And they named him Jesus.”
The room was silent as Laura thought about the padre’s parable. At last she raised her eyes, still confused.

“Laura, my child,” the padre said, “without God there can be no life. In my humble opinion, the child in your womb is also of God. There is no other way.”

Laura bowed her head. And the child moved inside her.

RTW: Chuck, that's some powerful writing. Thanks for giving us a sneak peek to what has to be a fabulous book. I always ask what's next.  Will you have a sequel to Return to Silver Creek?

CT: Return to Silver Creek is itself a sequel, the lives of Garet Havelock and Laura Donovan Havelock, who first starred in Vulture Gold, the story of Garet’s quest to get back the bullion stolen from the Vulture Mine in the city where he was marshal. Garet, too, was a half-breed, son of a Texas Ranger and his Western Cherokee wife. He had to prove that breeds could carry a badge just as well as whites. Laura was the half-sister of the man who robbed the bank.

RTW: Anything else you’d like to tell the RTW readers?

CT: I’m a story writer. I’ve been a writer since 1976, but mostly in advertising and magazine journalism. Unfortunately, I’m not a very good marketer. I invite you to read my stories and books. Read one. If you don’t like it, you should never pick up another one. Oh, I also write fantasy.

Books Currently Available

Writing as Chuck Tyrell: Vulture Gold
Writing as Charles Whipple: The Fall of Awa

 
Black Horse Westerns by Chuck Tyrell are available from the Book Depository, which ships postage-free anywhere in the world.
 
Coming February 2012 from Chuck Tyrell:
Return to Silver Creek
(unabridged version of Revenge at Wolf Mountain)
Coming Febraury 2012 from Charles Whipple:
The Shadow Shield, #2 of The Masacado Scrolls

Chicken Dinner: Opera, Spurs, and Amazing Authors

Just as the holiday rush is finally calming down, we have a little bit of everything for Chicken Dinner today--entertainment, news, and good things to come. Oh, and a winner of Stacey Coverstone's book, A Haunted Twist of Fate.

Sweethearts of the West always has informative articles about the American West. Cowboys appeal to romance readers for lots of reasons, but one big reason is chaps. You gotta love a man in chaps! Last week, SOTW's guest author was Charlotte Raby, who contributed American Cowboy Chaps: Then and Now.

Sonna Building
Have you been to the opera in Boise, Idaho? Here's a bit of news from 1889, related to us by Evan Filby, the Revue Guru and owner of the South Fork Companion, Businessman Peter Sonna Dedicates an Opera House for Boise City [otd 01/03].

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Start with western historical romance author extraordinaire, Caroline Clemmons. Here's the list:
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Next week: western author Chuck Tyrell

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Haunted Saloons of the Wild West

Stacey Coverstone, author
Haunted Saloons of the Wild West
by Stacey Coverstone
Copyright © 2012 Stacey Coverstone

There’s just no talking about the American Old West without mentioning the saloons and the ghosts that continue to haunt them. The very term "saloon” conjures up a picture within our minds of a wooden false front, a wide boardwalk flanking the dusty street, a couple of hitching posts, dance hall girls, and swinging doors brushing against a cowboy as he made his way to the long polished bar in search of a whiskey to wet his parched throat. Many people believe those same cowboys and saloon girls haven’t given up their rowdy ways simply because they died.

Birdcage Theatre
The famous Birdcage Theatre in Tombstone, Arizona, has reported 31 different spirits haunting it. That’s no surprise, since at least 26 deaths have occurred in the bullet-ridden building since 1881. One such death included a woman who was flirting with another woman’s husband only to have her heart cut out by the wife’s stiletto heel.


Skinner Saloon
The Skinner Saloon next to the Meade Hotel in the ghost town of Bannack, Montana, is the home of ghost, Dorothy Dunn. Dorothy was a young teen when she drowned in the pond along Grasshopper Creek in 1916. She first appeared to her best friend, who witnessed Dorothy’s drowning. Today she is seen wearing a blue dress and looking out one of the second story windows. Sometimes she tries to talk to children.

Long Branch Saloon
A little girl wanders the upper floors of the Long Branch Saloon in Virginia City, Nevada. Strange blue light emanates from the top floors with no light source, and a doll’s clothes are changed from one day to the next. A woman wails from inside the saloon, supposedly the little girl’s mother. Legend is that the child was run over by a wagon in front of the saloon.

Red Dog Saloon
The Red Dog Saloon in The Lodge in Cloudcroft, New Mexico, holds claim to a ghost named Rebecca, who worked as a chambermaid in the 1930s and was murdered by her jealous lumberjack lover. Workers cleaning up have seen Rebecca’s twirling apparition on the dance floor at night. The bartender has often seen a reflection of the redheaded beauty in a long dress in the bar mirror. Ashtrays move by themselves, flames appear in the fireplace without logs or another source of fuel, and loud music comes from the saloon, even when it’s not open.

My husband and I lived in an old drafty house once, where a male spirit played pranks on us. Have you experienced a ghost? Or felt a presence in an old building? I’d love to hear your story.

If you like ghost stories and own a Kindle, you can read my book, Haunt-A Collection of Short Ghost Stories.

My next release, Big Sky, also features a ghost. Look for it February 10 from The Wild Rose Press.

Thanks for dropping by today!
Stacey

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Sunday, January 8, 2012

Stacey Coverstone: A Haunted Twist of Fate

A Haunted Twist of Fate
by Stacey Coverstone

RTW: Thanks for visiting Romancing The West this week, Stacey. I love your book cover.  How intriguing!  So before we discuss other things, please give us a brief description of A Haunted Twist of Fate.

SC: While grieving a loss, Shay Brennan is drawn to the Black Hills of South Dakota and finds herself the owner of a historic 1885 saloon. Soon, she realizes she's not alone in the Buckhorn. Two ghosts are sending her messages. One needs her help; the other is intent on doing harm.

Colt Morgan, a widowed realtor, is a non-believer in the paranormal, but he finds himself helping Shay solve the mystery of who the spirits are. How does his connection to an old friend tie in with her and the haunting?

Contest!
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More details at the end of this blog.

RTW: What led you to writing western romance?

SC: I’ve always been an avid reader, but honestly, romance was not a genre that ever interested me. All my adult life, I wanted to try my hand at writing a novel, too, but a busy life kept me from doing more than dreaming about it. Then, in 2006, my husband gave me a unique gift for my having earned a Master’s degree. He sent me to Cowgirl Camp at the Double E Ranch in Gila, New Mexico for a week. It was such and exciting and memorable experience, I came home inspired to write a western romance novel. As soon as I finished that book, I immediately started on a second, sent it to a publisher, and it was accepted and published in 2007. I found my niche in western romance, and I’ve been on a roll ever since, with seven novels published and another one coming soon.

RTW: Do you live the western lifestyle in your real life, or only in your novels?


Stacey Coverstone, author

SC: My husband and I live on the east coast in a rural county in Maryland, where there are bull riding competitions, mule pulls, horse trails to ride, and other western events that we enjoy. Up until recently, we owned three horses, and I rode with my husband. Now we’re down to one family horse, Bill, who is the sweetest horse in the world.

From April to October, my husband, Paul, and Bill participate in team penning, pole bending, and other horse riding events at a ranch near us. Paul also participates in Cowboy Action Shooting, a shooting sport in which contestants compete with firearms typical of those used in the taming of the Old West. In those events, he goes by an alias (Salinas Kid) and dresses appropriate to a western person of the late 19th century. I really enjoy watching and cheering him on in these activities.

I also like to shoot, and the two of us enjoy traveling out west when we can and staying at ranches and going to rodeos. Our home is decorated and furnished western style, and we wear our boots and cowboy hats all the time, which tells you how much we love, and live, the lifestyle.

RTW: Your new book, A Haunted Twist of Fate, combines a contemporary story with a historical story. It also mixes a western setting with paranormal elements. What’s that all about?

SC: I love the idea of the past intruding on the present, especially when restless spirits are involved. I enjoy reading and writing paranormal (ghost) stories and thought the combination of a present-day couple discovering they each have ties to ghosts from the past would make an interesting plot. I’ve enjoyed visiting ghost towns, and there are so many stories and legends about ghosts who haunt saloons, churches, homes and cemeteries in the west that it seemed natural for me to tie a cowboy, romance and ghosts together in a mystery.

RTW: Why is Colt Morgan perfect for Shay Brennan?

SC: Shay comes from a wealthy family and has trust issues after having been betrayed by two men who were only interested in her money. Before his wife died, Colt was a faithful and loving husband. He is a confidant and successful man who doesn’t need, or want, Shay’s money. Being an only child, and having lost both her parents, Shay misses the comfort and support of an extended family, which Colt, his parents, his brother and new sister-in-law can provide. Lastly, Colt is my ideal of a western man. He’s laid back, resembles the very handsome George Strait, sings and plays guitar, and has a great sense of humor. That makes him the perfect match for a city girl like Shay who has decided to “go country.”

RTW: Lucky us! Thanks for sending an excerpt from A Haunted Twist of Fate. Please set the scene for us.

SC: Two hearts in the present are linked to two souls in the past. Is it coincidence? Or could it be a haunted twist of fate?

Excerpt (G or PG rated, 200 to 500 words)
“Shhhaaay.”

The voice whispered across the air, nudging Shay Brennan awake. “Who’s there?” she mumbled groggily, while rolling onto her side. The springs of the old iron bed squeaked under her weight.
It came again, soft, lilting in her ear. “Shhhaaay.”

Fingernails stroked her jaw. A palm caressed her cheek. Eyes popping open, Shay jolted up and bumped the back of her head on the bars of the headboard. With her back rigid, she scooted to a sitting position and glanced around the room, clutching the downy pillow to her chest. It took a moment for her to remember where she was. It was her first night sleeping in the Buckhorn Saloon, an 1885 Hill City establishment located in the historic section of town on the original Main Street. She’d walked past it a week ago. Having seen a For Sale sign in the window, she’d made an offer on a whim and closed on the legendary South Dakota property this afternoon.

“Who’s there?” she repeated, touching her cheek and blinking several times as her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bedroom. Goosebumps prickled her arms, and a chill crept across her nape.

“Shay.” The voice spoke clear and strong this time. Shay’s attention flew to the foot of the bed, where a gray mist began to take shape. With her heart lodged in her throat and barely able to breathe, her body began to quake. She bit back a scream when the unearthly figure of a female materialized.

“Help…me,” the woman whispered, outstretching a ghostly arm. In a white petticoat and V-shaped corset that closed in the front with ribbon ties, the woman appeared to be dressed in Victorian undergarments. Her hair was blonde, piled high on top of her head with long curls streaming down her back. And those eyes… they were as vivid blue as any Shay had ever seen. Black and blue marks ringed the woman’s neck.

Shay’s gaze moved again to those clear eyes, and without warning, her throat closed up. If felt like she was being choked. Invisible hands were around her neck and frigid fingers pressed into her flesh, making it a struggle to breathe. The pressure on her throat was intense for a few seconds before it let up. Coughing, Shay gasped for air, and when she looked up again, the manifestation had disappeared.

She stroked her sore neck with trembling hands. She’d barely had time to process what had just happened when an urgent knocking came from downstairs. Was it the ancient oil furnace kicking on? Or someone at the front door? The clock beside her read midnight. Who would be knocking on her door at this hour?

RTW: Great excerpt!  Where can we buy this book?

SC: A Haunted Twist of Fate is available at Amazon.
RTW: What will you have for us next?

SC: Big Sky, a contemporary western romance with paranormal elements is being released on February 10, 2012 from The Wild Rose Press. Here’s a blurb:

Taylor never expected her reluctant homecoming to include a murder, a ghost…and a hunk of a ranch foreman.

Photographer Taylor Young fled to L.A. following her sister’s betrayal six years ago. Now Jamie’s dead, Mama has broken a hip in a drunken fall, and Taylor’s stepfather begs her to return to her family’s Montana ranch to make amends.

After a bitter divorce, Brett Austin, foreman of the Slash Y Ranch, believes horses are more of a sure thing than women. But the boss's daughter changes all that when she sets his heart bucking like a wild bronc.

When Taylor’s mother insists Jamie’s death was not suicide—a theory confirmed by Jamie’s ghost—Taylor wonders who could have wanted her sister dead. With a list of suspects as long as her camera strap, Taylor needs an ally. Could that person be a tall drink of water in a cowboy hat?

RTW: Anything else you’d like to add?

SC: I also have a collection of short ghost stories on Kindle that you can buy for only $1.99. And my romantic suspense, Tularosa Moon, will be coming from The Wild Rose Press sometime in 2012. You can find blurbs, excerpts, and purchasing information for all my books on my website. While you’re browsing, please feel free to join my Announce Only Newsletter (sign up on my Contact page), if you’d like to receive updates on book releases. And I’d love to hear from you if you’ve read any of my books.

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SC: Thank you to Jacquie for having me this week.

RTW: Thank you, Stacey! We'll look forward to your article this Thursday on haunted saloons. :)

Chicken Dinner: 2012 Begins with Panache

The holidays are over and now most of us are back with our noses to the grindstone. But 2012 promises to be pretty exciting, especially with Amazon's KDP Select turning the publishing industry on its ear. Readers can get great books for free and authors can elevate an otherwise lagging book in the marketplace. But what are the long-term effects? Tell me what you think.

Speaking of innovative programs, it's always good to start a new year by looking back at the old and seeing what we can make better. For an entertaining look at the publishing business, head over to Caroline Clemmons' blog where she hosts Earl Staggs and his article, Humorous History of Publishing. And it definitely is!

Colorful Character: Diamondfield Jack
Diamondfield Jack

Idaho and Nevada history was livened up a bit by a talkative fellow who was always searching for the big strike. That would be Diamondfield Jack. We first hear of him when he was employed at the Black Jack Mine in Silver City, Owyhee County, Idaho Territory (the general area where the Much Ado series is set). Read about his life from the Albion Valley Historical Society, and another great article at South Fork Companion.

Romancing The West has quite a line-up for you this year and is booked solid until August. If you write westerns and you'd like to contribute to RTW, you're welcome to submit a proposal. Just click on RTW Submissions at the top of this page.

Tomorrow, please welcome RTW guest, Stacy Coverstone!

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Thirteen Weapons that Won the West


by Jacquie Rogers

Not all weapons that won the Old West for the East Coast immigrants were firearms. Technology and determination won the west. And yes, firearms were an important part of that.


Here are thirteen technological weapons without which settling the West would have been much more difficult (not in any particular order, and ignoring a few other vital weapons).

1. Communications (Pony Express, then the telegraph)
2. Barbed wire
3. Stagecoach and freight system
4. The Homestead Act
5. Transcontinental Railroad
6. Square-set timbering (deep mine structure)
7. Colt Peacemaker
8. Henry Repeating Rifle
9. Deringer Handgun
10. Gatling Gun
11. Sharps Rifles (buffalo guns, 50-90 calibre)
12. Model 1873 Winchester Rifle

And the ultimate weapon the won the west:
13. Harvey Girls


What weapon do you think was important in settling the Old West?

Available now: Much Ado About Marshals 
Coming soon! Much Ado About Madams