A young man participated in a bank robbery, was caught and sentenced then twenty-seven years later became the vice president of the same bank.
This premise intrigued me and the more I thought about it the more I wanted to have a hero who learned from a bad experience and came back to his home town and made good. So I came up with Van Donovan. At the rebellious age of fifteen he was the lookout for a bank robbery and the only one who was caught. He was given a harsh sentence and lost all contact with his family.
He returns twelve years later an accomplished bootmaker, a skill he learned from another prison inmate. He's determined to prove to the town, himself, and his family he's a new man.
I researched to discover when the railroad arrived in Pleasant Valley to take his former sleepy little town into a bustling place that would support his business and give him access to ship his custom made boots across the country. I also had to make sure the town had a bank at the time of the robbery.
That is how I gathered the research for my Christmas Novella, Christmas Redemption which is a free download at Smashwords until December 31st.
Van Donovan returns to Pleasant Valley, Oregon where twelve years earlier as a boy of fifteen he left in handcuffs after standing guard for a bank robbery. He's learned a trade and excelled at it and is ready to prove to his father and the town he can amount to something.
Upon his return he learns the fate of the daughter of an innocent man who died in the robbery crossfire. To make amends he takes her out of the saloon and gives her a job, not realizing she'd been squatting in the very building he'd purchased for his business.
Can two battered hearts find solace or will the past continue to haunt their lives?
Van worked hard to wash away the images of the men handling Tessa like she was a whore. He'd witnessed the fear and humiliation in her large green eyes. Now fear widened those same eyes. Only this fear was almost frantic.
"What's wrong?" He stepped closer.
"I-I…" She glanced at the building in front of them and then at her feet.
The calico cat slinked around the corner of the building, set its yellow eyes on Tessa, and trotted over, lacing back and forth around her ankles.
"You and the cat seem to be friends." The minute he spit the words out it dawned on him- Tessa was his squatter.
She bent, scooped the cat into her arms, and buried her face in the animal's thick fur. Van's heart squeezed.
"I have a feeling it's your pallet in my storeroom." He motioned to the cat when her face and wide eyes appeared over its back. "The cat and I met before. In the back room."
She sucked in air then coughed. The cat launched out of her arms. Tears streamed down her rosy cheeks.
Van slipped an arm around her and maneuvered her into the building, away from the prying eyes peering through the saloon doors and from the street around them. Inside, he closed the door and moved to add wood to the potbelly stove he'd started before heading to the saloon.
She stood just inside the door, huddled in his coat, the whole time he added two sticks of wood and placed a chair beside the stove.
"Sit and get warm." He maneuvered her to the chair and she sat.
"W-why are you doing this?" she asked, gazing up at him, searching his face. He could stare into her spring green eyes—round and wondering like an innocent child—all day.
"You didn’t look like you wanted those men pawing you, and I need help setting up and running my shop." And I can't let your life be awful because of me.
"Who are you? Why are you here? In Pleasant Valley?"
Van swallowed the wad of shame strangling his throat and studied the stove. She deserved the truth but would she understand his part in her father's death? He wouldn't know until he told her. He looked her square in the eyes.
"I lived in Pleasant Valley some years back and after learning a trade decided to return and reconnect with family." There until she heard his name that should suffice.
"Who's your family? I've been around here my whole life I probably know them." Tessa pulled his coat tighter around her shoulders.
The action reminded him of the men at the saloon and her scant clothing. "Why don’t you go back and change into your clothes. I'll get a pot of coffee going. Then we'll sit down and discuss what I see as your job." He turned his back to her and dug in the box he'd placed by the stove. The old battered pot he used for shop coffee was in it somewhere.
The cat's purring and the soft skim of her shoes across the wood floor faded. He ran a hand over the back of his neck. The muscles started knotting when she'd asked about his family. Damn! Sooner or later he'd have to tell her, but it would be best if he could keep it quiet until she fully trusted him and learned to see he wasn't the same boy who raised havoc on the town just to get his father riled.
Gorgeous cover, Paty. By the way, a friend just told me how much she loved one of your books I'd told her about, MARSHAL IN PETTICOATS.ReplyDelete
Interesting story concept, and love the cover. I've used that same girl in a couple I've made for friends. She expresses storylines really well. Enjoyed the excerpt and look forward to reading the book.
Very nice...loved the excerpt!ReplyDelete
Downloaded your story and can't wait to read it!
Caroline, Thank you, my daughter made the cover. And thank you for spreading the word about my books.ReplyDelete
Glad you liked the excerpt, Tess. Could it have anything to do with the heroine's name? ;)
Hi Paty! I agree--the cover is beautiful. And the story sounds just like the kind I love. I'm on my way to get it. Thanks!ReplyDelete
I loved this story--and the story behind it is just as interesting.ReplyDelete
And I agree, the cover is goregous!
That is really awesome how you came up with the story idea. The excerpt is excellent! I can't wait to read the rest.ReplyDelete
You're welcome Caroline!ReplyDelete
Ahh, Thanks Nic!
Thanks Diana. It is amazing what a writer can conjure up with a tidbit that interests them.
Lovely cover. And the story premiss is intriguing. Well done Paty.ReplyDelete
It seems you can absolutely turn your life around.ReplyDelete
Paty, since I'm in the middle of reading Christmas Redemption, I really enjoyed learning where the spark of the idea came from, and about your research for the book. Love the story, BTW!ReplyDelete
Marybelle, yes it does give one hope when you learn about this. Also there are forgiving souls out there.
Thanks, Sarah. It's amazing where the stories do come from.