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Researching the Wild West

Write a Western set in the 19th century, they said. It’ll be easy, they said.

Sheesh.

When I set out to write Retribution, a Western set in 1880s Colorado, I went in with the optimism of a writer with 15 books under her belt. I’ve researched plenty of different subjects, from dirty bombs to picking locks to witch doctors and Voodoo priestesses to submarines and drug cartels. I figured the Wild West would be a breeze. So much information available! So many sources!

Yeah. Well. Turns out those sources tend to contradict each other. Not only that, but the year I chose, 1880, turned out to be pivotal for both Leadville, Colorado, the town in which the story takes place, and for one of the historical figures we meet in the book, Marshal Mart Duggan.

But once I commit myself, I am doggedly determined.

Well, at least I’m dogged.

Leadville, Colorado was a booming mining town in 1880. Horace and Augusta Tabor and Horace’s partner, August Rische, discovered silver there in 1877. Once word got out, miners, investors, and all kinds of enterprising folks soon followed. Leadville’s population swelled from a small tent city to a thriving metropolis of 15,000 in a matter of months. A vacant lot that was worth $250 one morning might be re-sold for $10,000 that night.

Leadville, 1880 (image courtesy of Wikipedia)

Day drinking was the norm for many of the citizens of Leadville, being a rough and tumble kind of town, and fisticuffs and gunfights were common. Needless to say, the town’s lawmen didn’t last long.

The first Leadville marshal was run out of town a few days after he was appointed, and his replacement was shot dead within a month. Realizing that Leadville required a firmer hand, Horace Tabor sent to Denver for someone with a fearsome reputation.

Enter Mart Duggan.

Described as a feisty Irishman with ice-blue eyes, Duggan preferred to render justice in his own way. Often, the most effective lawmen had experience on the other side of the law. Wyatt Earp certainly landed in that group. So did Duggan.

Mart Duggan (photo courtesy of Wikipedia)

Underappreciated in Western lore, Mart Duggan was known at the time as one of most feared gunfighters around. He was also multi-talented, having been a bronco rider, a bull-whacker, a member of a variety act, and a thief.

When Duggan took over as marshal of Leadville, his first order of business was to fire every deputy that had anything to do with the unsavory elements in town and hire all his own men. He skirted the law, but that’s the kind of law Leadville needed. He stood down mobs and arrested anyone he thought he should, rich or poor. He also protected those who needed it, like the time a conman cheated a group of dance hall girls by selling them fake jewelry. Duggan hunted the man down, pistol-whipped him (a favored method of persuasion), and made him return every cent, using what money the man had left to pay for drinks for everyone at the dance hall until he was broke. Duggan then ran the swindler out of town.

Mart Duggan had his flaws, of course. What great character doesn’t? It’s said he had quite a fondness for the bottle along with a nasty temper, especially when liquor was involved. He quit his job as marshal several times, but Tabor kept luring him back. At one point, Duggan quit and bought a livery stable, but that soon failed because of his penchant for killing people he didn’t like, but that others did.

Claire Whitcomb, the main character in my new Western Retribution, meets up with Marshal Duggan when she’s accused of murdering her family. He believes her story and takes her under his wing, teaching her how to defend herself. After what I learned about Mart Duggan, I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what he would have done.

In April 1888, Mart Duggan died of a gunshot wound to the back of the head, allegedly fired by a man employed by his enemies. As he lay dying, someone asked who’d shot him. Duggan refused to say, taking the name of his assassin to the grave.

Although not as well-known in Western lore as, say, Wyatt Earp or Bat Masterson, Mart Duggan was larger-than-life, and definitely deserves a place in the pantheon of Wild West lawmen.

Retribution: A Claire Whitcomb Western, Book 1

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They took everything. Now she wants revenge.

Spring 1880: Claire Whitcomb and her family are building a good life near the boomtown of Leadville, Colorado, when tragedy strikes: a group of renegades attack, killing everyone but Claire and burning their home. Not knowing who to turn to, Claire teams up with Mart Duggan, the town’s tough-as-nails marshal, to track down the outlaws responsible. Duggan and his friend, Thomas, a local Ute, skirt the law to get results, but that’s fine by Claire.

She’s gunning for the men who destroyed her life—and won’t settle for anything less than retribution.

Launching During a Pandemic…

cover for Shadow of the Jaguar

So. Here we are.

In the middle of a pandemic, the likes of which has not been seen in over 100 years.

Covid-19 is a bitch and a half. Life has changed immeasurably—we’re scared, we’re confused, hanging on every news story that’s out there, hoping to get at the truth. (That can’t just be me, right?)

We’re suiting up to go to the grocery store, bleaching the crap out of everything coming into the house. We’re having Zoom parties, Facebook parties, Skyping and Face Timing with whoever wants to connect that way. We’re keeping our distance—6 feet away—afraid of our neighbor.

No meals out (unless you count ‘out’ as my backyard), no going to the movies, no hugs and kisses for/from my parents, who live in an apartment in that backyard. There are shortages of toilet paper, bleach, disinfecting wipes, and hand sanitizer. Possibly soon there will be a scarcity of food as supply chains break down due to infections.

There are lies, and happy talk, and obfuscation. There are people who will believe everything one person says, yet when confronted with the truth (facts, science) they dig in their heels and cross their arms, and refuse to be moved.

I get it. I really do. In this scary, unprecedented time, clinging to our closest held beliefs is comforting, a way to feel in control in an out of control situation.

But here’s the thing. When you cling to beliefs that can harm you and those you love, THAT’S the time to get humble.

Maybe you don’t know what’s right or what’s wrong.

Welcome to the club.

We’re in this thing together.

And launching a book is probably the absolute wrong thing to do.

Or the absolute right thing.

Don’t we need escapism? I know I do. When I’m especially freaked out, whether because of the news or some other problem that comes up, I escape by reading. And writing. Most of the time, I’ll sink my teeth into a thriller—the heart-in-the-throat excitement of someone else defying the odds—that’s where I’m all in. I know things will work out, somehow, for our heroine/hero. It mostly does, in fiction.

Or I write one. In my thrillers, I can absolutely control how things work out.

So, I’m going ahead with the launch, not because I want to stick my head in the sand and try to soldier on as usual. Not because I’m trying to trick myself into believing life will return to normal.

Is normal.

I’m launching Shadow of the Jaguar because I want to share what I do to get past real life when it sucks. I create jeopardy for my characters and help them find the resourcefulness to come roaring back, to vanquish the evildoers, or the ticking time bomb, or the terrorist threat.

Whatever. I want things to go right, right now.

When this is all over, I have a feeling life will not get back to normal. I kind of hope it doesn’t. I’d like to believe that this Great Pause, this collective slowdown, will help people remember what we as human beings hold dear: life, time with our family and friends, with ourselves. Clean air, clean water, less rushing around, less trying to do too many things, forgetting why we do what we do in the first place.

Call me naïve or overly optimistic, but I believe in us—even those I don’t agree with. Maybe especially them. Because when it comes right down to it, we really are in this together. When things get bad, we put aside our differences and help each other. I see it every day—on the news, in my community, wherever.

I try to be grateful every day, especially for the things we normally take for granted. Where would I be without my family, my friends? My community? Or all the amazing health care workers, grocery store clerks, Post Office workers?

The virus has given us a gift—the gift of time.

I hope I use it wisely.

One last thing—buy my book 🙂

image of book with Indiana Jones hat

Former assassin Leine Basso is back in Shadow of the Jaguar, an edge-of-your-seat, page-turning action-adventure thriller!

A lost civilization. A woman’s abduction. The promise of unimaginable treasure.

Deep in the heart of the Amazon, an expedition finds evidence of a fabled lost city of gold. It isn’t long before a ruthless drug trafficker learns of the possible find and kidnaps an expedition member, threatening to kill her and the rest of the expedition unless he’s given the coordinates to the city.

Leine Basso and her daughter are called in to rescue the kidnapped woman, who also happens to be a good friend’s niece. But in the jungle, danger lurks at every turn, and nothing is as it seems…

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Merry Christmas!

And Happy New Year! I hope everyone has a wonderful, peace- and joy-filled holiday season, and an absolutely fantastic start to 2019. I’m certainly ready for a new year!

Christmas tree

PS: What would a holiday post be without a gift? YUCATAN DEAD (A Kate Jones Thriller) is on sale for .99 through January 4th.  Click here for links to all available platforms. It’s the closest thing I’ve got to a Christmas story 🙂

cover for Yucatan Dead

 

The Last Deception is FREE

How’s that for a subject line? It’s the first time I’ve had this puppy on sale ever, so sally forth and grab your copy today! Or, Jerry forth. Whatever floats your boat.

Cover for The Last Deception

Here are the links for download:

Amazon 

Apple Books

Barnes & Noble

KOBO

Smashwords

And here’s the book trailer: 

I have some fab news to share, as well. I just typed THE END on the next Leine Basso thriller, ABSOLUTION. Take a gander at the new cover:

cover for Absolution: A Leine Basso ThrillerTo say I’m excited to get this book out in the world is an understatement. I won’t bore you with the details, but this past summer and fall were chock full of events/stuff that tore me away from getting down the words. I’m grateful I managed to find enough chunks of time to continue the epic adventures of our favorite former assassin (she’s way, way, WAY too much fun to write…) 

“There’s only one sure way to stop a terrorist…

Leine Basso has severed ties with everyone she loves to keep them safe while she hunts for the ruthless terrorist, Salome. There are rumblings that the French-born assassin is planning another attack, and Leine’s determined to stop her before it’s too late.

Leine must follow her instincts despite a cunning and merciless enemy determined to lure her down a deadly path. Can Leine thwart her plans, or will Salome’s own twisted vengeance mean the end for Leine and everyone she loves?

From London to Edinburgh to the City of Angels, Salome’s making a comeback—and that comeback includes killing Leine.”

The novel drops January 26 (unless something ELSE comes up :-p). The book is available for pre-order on Apple Books and Barnes & Noble. Amazon and KOBO will follow soon. 

I hope everyone in the US has a fabulous Thanksgiving, and all my international friends have a spectacular week ahead. It’s hard to believe we’re coming up on the holidays already. I’m seriously afraid the next morning I wake up I’ll be 95 years old, looking back on my life and wondering just where the hell the time went…

Grace O’Malley-Pirate

This is my 3rd and last post for “Women’s History Month” highlighting strong women through history. The first, about Russian sniper Lyudmila Pavlichenko, can be found here. The second, featuring female pirate Anne Bonny, can be found here. Since I’m apparently obsessed with female pirates, I thought I’d continue the trend with a look at Grace O’Malley…

Born in 1530, Grace O’Malley was yet another “high-spirited” Irish woman. O’Malley was born into nobility and so was well educated. Regarded as formidable, when her father (chieftain of his clan) died, she inherited his large shipping and trading business, giving her a good start on piracy 🙂 Growing up, she’d always ask to join the fleets but was refused. Rumor has it that when she was told she couldn’t sail with her father because her hair was too long and would be caught in the rigging, she hacked it off. She was still not allowed to sail. It’s poetic justice that she inherited the business and became quite wealthy as a result.

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Grace O’Malley meeting with Elizabeth I

Rejecting the traditional role of a sixteenth century woman, she commanded hundreds of men and 20 ships on raids of rival clans and merchant ships. When her half-brother and sons were captured by the English governor of Connacht, she petitioned Queen Elizabeth I to release them from prison and the two women struck a bargain. Prepared to hold up her end, once O’Malley realized the agreed-to stipulations had not been met, she went back to supporting revolutionary uprisings against the English. Grace O’Malley lived to be 70 years old and continued to be a thorn in the side of the English until her death.

That’s it for my posts celebrating Women’s History Month. I plan to post the occasional kick-ass women article as and when I can (which, let’s be honest, will be haphazard at best. I tend to identify with the slow, erratic blog movement). In honor of Independent Women everywhere, I leave you with this hilarious video of Kristen Bell and Pinksourcing. Enjoy!

Anne Bonny-Woman Pirate

In continuing my celebration of Women’s History Month (the first post featuring sniper Lyudmila Pavlichenko can be found here) I thought I’d do a little more research on a woman I’d always been intrigued with: the Caribbean pirate, Anne Bonny. My husband and I are fans of Black Sails on HBO, and the writers incorporated a character based on Anne, which made me curious–how much is known about this woman who broke with convention and risked her life to live as a pirate?

Bonney, Anne (1697-1720)

Anne Bonny was born in Cork, Ireland in the late seventeenth century to a servant woman by the name of Mary Brennan and her employer, a lawyer named William McCormac. Her father moved her to London where he dressed her like a boy and called her Andy (another article I read mentioned that her mother was the one who dressed her like a boy, but we at least can be fairly certain it happened. Interesting twist, though.) When neighbors found out what he’d done, he moved her and her mother to the Carolinas and eventually became a wealthy merchant.

Anne was known to be “high spirited” and rumor has it she put a boy in the hospital for attempting to sexually assault her. Eventually, she married a small-time pirate named James Bonny and  her father disowned her. She ended up in the Bahamas, where she met John “Calico Jack” Rackham and fell in love. She divorced Bonny and, joining forces with Rackham and a woman named Mary Read, absconded with a ship called the William out of Nassau harbor. Apropos, I thought.

The three pirates gathered together a crew and sailed the Caribbean taking smaller ships, racking up a fortune. Both women fought alongside the male crew members, and Anne especially was highly thought of for her ability to wield a cutlass. http://bonney-readkrewe.com/legend.html In October of 1720, an ex-pirate who was now a commander with the British navy attacked Rackham’s ship the “Revenge” and captured all aboard. Apparently, the pirates were drunk from celebrating the capture of a Spanish commercial ship. Go figure. Drunk pirates… Anyway, all were tried as pirates in Port Royal and found guilty, and were sentenced to death by hanging. Anne and Mary “plead their bellies” and were spared. Mary died in prison from fever, but Anne was said to have been sprung from jail by her father. Rumor has it she remarried and lived well into her dotage.

Next week: more female pirates!

Winning

Home Office, Workstation, Office

Here’s an interesting post from Nathan Bransford that asks the question are you really doing what you love, or just trying to win?  For someone who is quasi-competitive (when I feel like it, basically, which isn’t all that often), it brings up some good points. The last few years have been a whirlwind of writing & promotion & connecting with readers & traveling and it felt like I hadn’t taken a deep breath in a long time. I write 2 books a year, which is a great pace for me. But I’ve been reading about authors getting caught up in the whole, “you need to publish 6 books a year” (or 3, or 12–take your pick) or readers will forget all about you and you’ll fade into obscurity.

And I thought, “In the great scheme of things, does that really matter?”

Don’t get me wrong. I love having people read my work. LOVE it. But I don’t want this gig to become just another day job. Because boredom. Because unfulfilled. And if I gave myself over to “winning” this game, that’s what would happen. (YMMV) It would become just another thing I did, rather than a vocation.

When I asked myself the questions at the end of Bransford’s post I realized I seriously love to write and will do it as long as I can string words together in a coherent fashion. I have goals that I’ve achieved and some that I haven’t. I’ll keep working toward them as I’ve always done–that’s just how I roll. But it’s good to occasionally remind myself why I do this–yes, most definitely for the wonderful relationships that have come from being a writer (readers, other writers, etc.)–and yes, for the money I earn from creating something out of a seriously twisted imagination–and a big, huge hell yes for the love of the craft.

Not the love of the game.

The Writer’s Chatroom


February 19, 2017 4:00p-6:00p Pacific time
The Writers’ Chatroom

Join me online today at The Writer’s Chatroom from 4-6pm (PST) as I answer questions and riff with attendees at this great venue! Click on the link above, then “Enter Chatroom.” Sign in as a guest with whatever name you want people to call you and that’s it! (you don’t have to give out your email address). And, as an added bonus I’m giving away a print copy of one of my books to one lucky attendee (winner’s choice) 🙂

Hope to see you there!

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