Settling in for the Night on Brock Ranch

December 1, 2016


I stepped out the front door to get a picture of the vibrant sunset that spread its deep blood red and dark rusty burnt orange over the treetops across the road. While I stood there admiring the fading colors in the sky there must have been a train approaching because all of a sudden coyotes in the woods south of me set up a wild chorus of yipping, barking, and howling. Each voice was different and there were several in the pack because the chorus rose in a swell as the volume and pitch increased. Then I heard the train blow its long deep whistle and the coyote song faded with the color in the sky. Only the sound of the train whistle remained as the train rattled and clacked past the house.

Lovin’ Ranch Life

August 14, 2016

I love living in the country. I love not hearing the traffic roaring by. I love the sound of the train whistle (except when it wakes up my grandbaby). I love standing on my porch and not seeing any neighbors. I even like watching the buzzards circling overhead as I hang my washing on the clothesline. I love the acres of green when Texas shows off her spring colors. I love the tall sunflowers that are blooming behind my well house in the late summer heat.

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I love seeing the baby calves and hear their plaintive bleating when they call for their mommas.




But the sound that always sets my heart racing is when I step out my backdoor in the dark night and hear the coyotes howling so loud and so close it makes tingles of fear wash over me and I stand so still. Even knowing they won’t come near doesn’t take away that wild feeling that makes part of me want them to go away and part of me wishes they would howl more. What an eerie sound! I think of my characters, Will and Two Feathers, alone on the Texas prairie, that sound coming out of the deep dark night, so very scary.

Thinking Ahead

July 31, 2016

I come from a very large family. There were seven of us kids. Now there are lots of nephews and nieces and in-laws and lots of great-nieces and great-nephews and in-laws. So, when we have a family reunion it’s a big affair.
We decided to hold a reunion in Colorado this year and thirty to forty Vincents descended on Durango the last week in June. I’m not sure it will recover soon.
There was rafting, hiking, an ATV scenic mountain trail ride, a train ride through the mountains, and of course lots and lots of eating. Durango has some great restaurants.
And…there was shopping, lots and lots of shopping. I found some black pottery for my writing cabin. It adds to the western ambience.
We rode the train from Durango to Silverton. It was my second trip, but this time I made it all the way to Silverton. The first time I rode it we broke down about half way. It was disappointing at first but they managed to stop at a beautiful spot and my daughter and I spent several hours enjoying the mountain scenery.
This time, as we slowly made our way up the mountains, I started thinking of a new Will and Buck story about how that train track was built. I bought some books and DVDs about the history of what it took to build that narrow gage track. I strive seriously to be sure I am historically accurate.
Sometimes the ledge the track sits on is not much wider than the track itself. It does get scary when you can’t stick a finger out the window for fear of hitting a solid wall of rock on one side of the train while on the other side you are looking straight down at what looks like a tiny river racing several hundred feet below you. I like to have an element of historical events in each of my books. This would make a great background for a story as Will and Two Feathers get a little older.
I have included some pictures from beautiful Colorado. I hope you enjoy them.