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When John left Big Bend, putting his cowboy days behind him, he moved to Sonora with his childhood sweetheart, Virginia (the “Ginnie” of my book). There, he began raising long-haired Angora goats, his initial herd of 1,500 growing by leaps and bounds,…

Daddy asked me to write this book. “You’ve got to do it,” he said. I was eight or nine at the time. “The story will be lost unless you write it down. People will forget. No one will have heard of John Ward, and…

Some wonderful old letters my grandmother kept in her jewelry box since God knows when. Gracious sentiments from a day when folks put real effort into their letters, and recipients saved them as keepsakes. Life was uncertain. Any letter you…

A Tall Order

It’s a tall order, writing first person narrative through the eyes of a sixteen year-old boy. Especially a boy who lives in 1885, in rural Texas. (I’m a city girl, myself). Every word, (even curses, slang, terms of endearment) must…

About My People

To write this novel, I had to create some good, solid characters. Characters of three-dimensions—flesh-and-blood-and bone, with their own back stories, habits and ideas about the world. Because if the characters don’t feel real, you won’t embrace their story. My…