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A girl after our own hearts--a true Sweetheart!
~~*~~Thank you, Celia and the rest of the Sweethearts, for inviting me to join you today to talk about the historical setting for my new novella, The Treasure of Como Bluff.
Marsh and Cope began their paleontological careers as
colleagues, but all that disintegrated when Marsh publically humiliated Cope by
pointing out that he had incorrectly connected the head of one of his major
finds, a plesiosaur called Elasmasaurus,
where the tail should go. From that
point on, the gloves were off.
Although Marsh did lead an expedition to Wyoming in 1870, guided by William F.
(Buffalo Bill) Cody, as a rule nineteenth century paleontologists did not do
their own digging. They relied on fossil
hunters to ship crates of bones east for study.
They then paid the diggers by the pound or container. These fossil excavators might have been
railroad employees or merely fortune hunters, but whatever their background,
there were not scientists. They used any
method available to get the bones out of the ground as quickly as possible with
little care for what might have been damaged or destroyed in the process.
Nick has come to
Nick laughed. “Are you always this grumpy when you’re working?”
“I’m about
to face the biggest challenge of my life, one that will affect my entire
future, and you refuse to take it seriously.” She glared at him through
narrowed eyes. “I have every right to be grumpy.”
“Perhaps, but remember, you asked
for my help. You need me to pull off this deception.”
He was right. She did need him, and
if she wasn’t careful he’d get back on his horse and ride out of her life
forever. The thought pushed her near the edge of panic. “I know, and I’m sorry.
It’s just that this is so important to me.”
Nick slid his arm around her
shoulders. “I know. Don’t worry; I won’t abandon you. I owe you. You saved my
life, remember?”
When he didn’t release her
immediately, Caroline breathed a tiny sigh and allowed herself the luxury of
leaning against him, wrapped in the safety and comfort of his arm. She closed
her eyes and rested her head against the warm solidity of his chest, absorbing
the reassuring rhythmic thump of his heartbeat. She’d always been alone in her
quest; it would be a relief to have someone to share it with, even if only for
a few days.
She thought she felt something
whisper-soft touch the top of her head, almost like a kiss of breeze, but the
air was still. It couldn’t have been Nick...could it? She lifted her head and
turned until she could see his face. The devil twinkled in those sea-blue eyes,
and a lazy smile played across his lips.
“Flip you for the bed.”
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Thanks so much for stopping by to share this fun bit of our
history with me.Alison
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She invites you to visit her website at www.alisonhenderson.com
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