LOST HEARTS- Blurb
The Lawman—Haunted by flashbacks he can’t remember, from a war he wants desperately to forget, U.S. Deputy Marshal Richard Bennick arrives in Indian Territory carrying warrants for the notorious outlaw Peirpont Bodine and his feisty, irreverent son, Johnny.
The Outlaw—Trapped in a life of violence and abuse, Johnny Bodine lives in fear of men. Disguising her femininity, she retreats into her imagination and dreams of a family who loves her.
Together—Forced to trust each other as they journey through the dangerous Choctaw Nation, a unique bond of love forms between outlaw and lawman that can only be broken by Richard’s oath to uphold the law and the justice of the hangman’s noose.
Miserable without rain gear of her own, Johnny stood at the end of the chuck wagon, beneath an
open-sided, water proofed canvas tent, washing the breakfast dishes while the cook packed up the camp. The tension that had twisted her stomach muscles into a knot when the one-armed deputy rode out last night, eased when she saw him ride up alongside the wagon.
Beyond the circle of lantern light, he was nothing more than a black silhouette against a backdrop of dark gray sky. He dismounted, leaving his horse ground tied, then grabbed one of the lanterns hanging from a pole and strode past her on his way to the front of the wagon. It tipped to the left when he climbed inside.
A moment later, the large, burly man who’d been hired to drive the prison wagon, brushed by. "Don’t I get a gun?" he asked from outside the wagon.
"I thought you drove a prison wagon before," the deputy snapped as his silhouette bent and shifted behind the canvas."Sure, I rode a few posses an’ such, but I always had me a weapon."
There was a slam, hollow and solid, like the lid on a wooden box. The wagon lurched again. The deputy swung his legs over the seat and jumped to the ground. "The driver for the prison wagon never carries. It’s too dangerous."
The glow from the lanterns reflected off his black poncho and rain dripped from the brim of his dark hat. The low light deepened the circles which underscored his red rimmed eyes. She doubted the man’s surly mood would improve during the day.
"Come on, Deputy, can’t I even have me a little pig sticker tucked in my boot for comfort?"
"No. You were told no weapons. That’s the rule.""Can’t ya bend the rules? That Bodine’s a dangerous man."
"Look, Hobbs, is it? I don’t bend rules for anyone. Ever. And because Bodine is dangerous is precisely the reason you are not to carry a weapon."
"I guarantee the only way Bodine will get it is to kill me first."
"Then he’ll still have it won’t he?"
"But—"
"No weapons. You don’t like it, get your gear and get the hell out of here." The deputy swung around and slammed into Johnny. "What do you want?" His broad hand clamped onto her shoulder, then he spun her around, and shoved her toward the back of the prison wagon where Brady had the other prisoners lined up.
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| Author Kathy Otten at book signing event |
Thanks to Kathy Otten for being in our guest spot today. You can find out more about Kathy at http://www.kathyotten.com/
When I wrote my novel Lost Hearts, I knew there would be a scene where the deputy marshals had to ford a swollen river. For this to happen I needed it to rain, but I didn’t like the idea of my deputy wearing a mustard-yellow rain slicker. So I researched this indispensable item tied behind every cowboy’s saddle.
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| The Fish |
Developed in November of 1881 by Abner J. Tower, the Fish Brand Pommel Slicker cost about 3.50 and yes, it came in a more hero worthy black color. However, the black slickers were unpopular because they became stiff in cold weather from the paint added to the linseed oil. Many westerners also found that black slickers spooked the horses easier than the yellow.
To keep them wind and waterproof, cowboys painted them with linseed oil. Slickers became, "stiff as rawhide," in winter and got very sticky in hot weather. They had to withstand much abuse and on occasion they were used to beat out grass fires.
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| Cowboy Wearing The Fish Pommel Slicker |
When not being worn they were rolled inside out and tied behind the cantle of the saddle. However the Fish became so popular most cowboys didn’t own coats. With a couple of wool shirts and a vest underneath, a rider could stay warm in most weather. But if it was damp a man could freeze to death at a higher temperature in a slicker than wearing any other garment.
The Fish was so popular the design has hardly changed over the past one hundred and thirty years.
I was very happy with this information and gave my hero a black slicker, knowing his horse was too smart to be afraid of it.
LOST HEARTS made it to the first round of edits when my editor questioned whether my color choice was accurate. Because I’m always worried about making an error I can’t change, I went back to double check my facts.
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| Confederate Prisoners at Gettysberg 1863, each with gum blanket roll |
Yes, black was an original color, but Abner J. Tower didn’t invent his Fish Brand Pommel Slicker until 1881 and my story took place in 1877. Doggone it, how could I have missed that? But I did miss it and had to go back and change all my slicker references to the black Civil War gum blanket.
The gum blanket was made of 100% cotton canvas with a vulcanized black rubber coating, a process patented by Charles Goodyear in 1844.
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| Gum Blanket |
The gum blanket was used as a ground cloth to protect the soldier from the dew while sleeping and with brass grommets around the edge, it could also be used as a make shift pup tent. It was used for protection from the cold and when used to for protection from the rain, it would keep the soldier dry from about the knee up.
While foot soldiers were issued a gum blanket, cavalry troops received a poncho, which was the same thing except with a neck opening and a stand-up collar. They were both call a Gum or Gum Blanket.
