Thursday, November 29, 2012

Can You Hear The Pow Wow Drums?


Monday, November 19, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving To You and Yours

I have been honored to be asked to be a guest contributor to Richard Hacker's blog on December 10th and discuss Buffalo Hump. Richard's web address is He authored Toxic Relationships, which is doing well in the market place. My ebook will be released the first part of the month and I suggest you go to Champagne Book Group's website to find it!

Meanwhile, enjoy the fruits of your labor and don't forget those who have less. You never know where those sneaky angels might show up!


Friday, November 9, 2012

Excerpt from Chapter Two of Buffalo Hump

   While he was in the cabin, Jack decided a cup of hot coffee wouldn’t
hurt. Besides that, he had at least a day left before Pete was due back from
the Seven Devils. There was no rush to dig anywhere else but the streambed.

   He contemplated pulling the sluice box from beside the mine and putting it near the spring, but joked to himself that he might as well get used to
enjoying his new-found life of leisure.

   Someone had a different idea. Jack wasn’t paying attention when he
came back around the corner of the cabin, heading to the stream. His
thoughts were consumed by the gold and he made noise like a city slicker,
banging the pick against the pan and padding heavily along on the ground.

   Of course, being the only human within twenty miles didn’t lend to
feeling a need for being quiet, but nature has a way of making you pay for your transgressions.

A God-awful scream jerked Jack’s eyes from the ground in front of him to the streambed. His startled body reacted to the scream with a shiver that ran down his back like a lightning bolt. Before him stood an angry-looking
momma cougar between him and her two cubs that scrambled up the


hill. Her ears were laid back flat against her head and her teeth looked like
giant daggers protruding from her jaws. She was back on her haunches and
her long tail flipped like a super-charged fly swatter. If Jack hadn’t been so
scared, he would have been thoroughly impressed with watching Mother
Nature at work.

   All he could think to do was raise his pick and hold the pan out like a
poor imitation of a gladiator’s shield before ever…so…slowly backing off
from the big cat. Her low, guttural growls synchronized with each of his
movements. Her eyes were locked onto his implements. He couldn’t
remember if you were or weren’t supposed to look cougars in the eye. It
didn’t matter. He was trying to stay on his feet backing up, so he spent most
of his time watching the ground anyhow.