I first visited the Wichita Mountains a number of years ago. I’d gotten the bright idea to write a novel about a woman geologist from Scotland who explores the Wichitas. That book never came to fruition, but I’m putting my photos and research about the mountains to good use in my WIP, Dearest Druid (Texas Druids, Vol. III.)
|Elk Mountain, Wichita Mountains; photo from Wikipedia Commons; |
licensed under Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license
The Wichitas are among the oldest mountains in the United States. Formed some 550 million years ago, they have weathered and eroded through time. Yet, they still rise over 2,000 feet above sea level and more than 1,000 feet above the surrounding landscape. True, they can’t compare to the majestic Rockies, but seeing them rise out of the Oklahoma prairie is mighty impressive.
More impressive is the mountains’ role in history. For decades, even centuries, they were home to elk, dear, wolves and other native species. A natural pass running through the mountains, now called the Wichita Mountain Byway, provided access for Indians, white settlers and herds of buffalo to the south Oklahoma prairie, the Red River and Texas. When the Army needed an outpost from which to launch campaigns against Comanche, Kiowa, Cheyenne and other Indian raiders on the southern plains, Fort Sill was built in the foothills of the Wichitas. The fort is the only military post dating from the Indian Wars on the south plains that remains active today.
|Fort Sill, 1889; courtesy of the Library of Congress|
|Longhorn cattle in Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge|
Now here's a taste of Dearest Druid, planned publication: March, 2013
Rose Devlin, youngest of the three Devlin siblings, is accompanying Choctaw Jack in an urgent attempt to save his mother's life, using Rose's healing gift. Due to past tragedies, she is fearful of men and doesn't fully trust Jack, while he is fighting his attraction to her because she's white.
Riding away from
, Rose gazed at the jumble of
mountains extending northwest from the fort. “What are those mountains called?”
she inquired, lagging a bit behind Jack. Fort Sill
. Stick close
now,” he ordered, glancing at her over his shoulder. When she obediently caught
up, he kneed his horse into a lope, and she followed suit. Wichitas
She’d never seen mountains before and couldn’t keep from staring at them. They weren’t terribly high, surely not as tall as the majestic
to the far west, which she’d seen pictured on postcards and travelers’ Guides. Cloaked
in shades of gold, green and brown, these peaks reminded her of dignified old
women basking in the sun. She giggled at the thought and wished she could
“Toppah!” Jack shouted, giving her a start.
“Aye?” Responding without thinking to the Indian name, she jerked her gaze away from the rocky heights. To her surprise, Jack had stopped and turned his mount to face her, some distance ahead.
There was no sign of the gentle smile he’d given her a short time ago. With a fist planted on his thigh, he scowled fiercely. “I said stick close, didn’t I?”
She kneed Brownie, hurriedly closing the gap between them. “Aye, and I’m sorry. ’Tis simply that –”
“You’re not out for a pleasure ride, woman. This is rough country.”
Pulling abreast of him, she watched him warily, half expecting him to cuff her for being so thoughtless. “I know, but --”
“And I’m not talkin’ just hills and gullies. I mean bears and panthers that sometimes come down out of those mountains. I mean the wolves I already warned you about, and poisonous snakes that can kill you with one bite. Cross paths with any of ’em, and that stallion’s liable to shy and dump you on your backside if you don’t stay alert. You want that to happen?”
His mention of snakes made her quake. “No,” she muttered, eyes downcast.
After a brief silence, he added more calmly, “There’s something else you’d best keep in mind. We’re on the Comanche-Kiowa-Apache Reservation. You don’t want to be trailing behind if we meet some braves who’ve had too much firewater. From now on, keep up. All right?”
Feeling like a fool, she nodded meekly.
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