Once Upon a Vet School #7…First Chapter Sneak Preview!


  • Hi All!

Sending out my best to all those affected by the Texas hurricane, and other disasters. We’re thinking about you all over the world.

I thought I’d share the first draft of Chapter 1 of the novella I’ll be including in our Christmas anthology, (You’ll have to see the final version in the boxed set, sorry!),

Once Upon a Vet School #7

Lena takes a Foal.  

It’s actually part of a series…and it’s in the middle. The others will be written out from there!

In case you don’t know, I’m an equine vet and have until now written awarded historical fiction and technical veterinary non-fiction. My writing buddies have been after me for ages to write these stories, so thank you to Authors of Main Street for offering me the opportunity to stretch my literary wings!

I hope you enjoy my first dip into contemporary fiction–my stab at becoming the next, albeit female, James Herriot!

Enjoy!

Let me know what you think!  If you want to stay posted on when the Christmas Boxed Set will be available, come on over to  Authors of Main Street, here!!!!

xx

Lizzi

 

1986 Northern California

Mickey’s roan ears, silhouetted against the pale green light filtering into the tiny glade, rose higher and higher before me and my heart froze–he’d never reared this high before. The light disappeared as the horse’s massive body blocked out the sun. A blinding flash of pain, and then only blessed darkness.

*    *    *

 I rocked my head from side to side and stilled at the pain— it was everywhere. I opened my eyes. It made no difference. Full dark already, then.

Something hit my leg and I froze, then a wuffling nose pushed at my face, and I jumped. That hurt too.

Where was I?

It all came flooding back, then, with the throbbing in my leg. Odd…the blasted horse was still here. I lifted a hand to Mickey’s nose and found his rein still in my death-grip.

Thank god for small favors. At least I wouldn’t have to walk home—it was a good 3 miles from this little glade, hidden among the fields in Northern California. I’d learned early on in my life in the Santa Cruz Mountains that one never lets go of the reins when falling off. Riding boots were never designed for hiking.

It was all very well to have a horse to hand, but not much use if I couldn’t get up and mounted. My leg felt like hell, and who knew what other injuries I had? I needed to be on my way before the pain got worse. It was my favorite ride—a little gully filled with tall trees in the middle of nowhere, but that being said, no one would find me here for ages.

I managed to climb up the near foreleg of the now-repentant horse until I could grab a stirrup iron. I couldn’t feel any blood on me, other than from the smarting grazes on my face and arms, so clearly I’d live, but man, did my leg hurt. Puffy swelling already bulged above the top of my tall boot…I’d need to get it off soon, before I couldn’t. Call me vain, but I’d almost rather cut off my leg than the long leather laced field boots I’d waited nearly two decades to own.

Mickey walked like a lamb while I hopped beside him to a fallen log, my right hand twisted in his mane. Swearing, cold sweat pouring from every pore, I managed to clamber up and slid onto his back all anyhow, then we walked on in the pitch blackness, heading for the barn.

Someone was there in the darkness before us. I pulled Mickey to a halt as I took in a strange white double cab pickup truck glowing the light of the dim bulb high above the stable yard. A creak, and the barn door swung open, then closed behind the tall figure of a man, unrecognizable in the distance. My stomach clenched as he spun toward us. There weren’t any men boarding horses here.

“Hello, who’s there?” a male voice rang out.

I sighed with relief. It was Dr. Allen, one of the Equine Surgery residents from the veterinary school.

“It’s me, Lena, from ICU.”

He walked toward me and I squeezed my legs to move my horse forward before I thought and yelped, but bit it off.

“What the heck are you doing out riding at this hour?” he said, His brows narrowed as I rode up to him. “And what have you done to your face?”

“Ahhh…we had a…disagreement about going home.”

“I take it the horse won? When did you leave?” He set down a bucket of bandaging materials and pulled his stethoscope from around his neck and dropped it into the bucket, then took hold of Mickey’s reins.

“Mid-afternoon.” I said, with a wince.

“That’s a long ride.”

“I only went to the glade, a few miles across the fields.”

He frowned as his eyes scanned the perfectly cool horse, then his eyes snapped to mine.

“What happened? Are you OK?”

I bit my lip. I didn’t want anyone to know about it, especially someone from the vet school, but it seems I had little choice. The corral fences at this old barn were too rickety to be climbing around on, and I needed help getting off.

“I’ve hurt my leg.” I tried for nonchalance, but all that came out was a whine. Gritting my teeth, I gripped my breeches above the knee to pull my left leg up and move it back, so my toe could slide out of the stirrup.

“Do you need some help?” The furrows in his brow deepened, and he scowled at the roan. “What have you done with her?” he muttered to the horse, as he moved around his rump to his near side and froze, staring at my knee, then at my eyes, as comprehension dawned. “Is this horse named Mickey? Just what sort of a disagreement was this?”

I took a deep breath.

“Yes, it’s Mickey. He sort of fell on me.”

“Sort of? How’d he fall? It’s flat out there.”

“He fell over backwards…and I was in the way,” I whispered, my heart in my throat.

“That riding school should…” he started, then seemed to reconsider. “Anyway, you’re hurt,” he said, his voice softening. “Can you get down?”

I shook my head.

“Let me help.” He slipped the stirrup from beneath my boot, and held me still while I kicked the other leg over Mickey’s rump, then he lowered me to the ground.

I couldn’t help gasping when the bad leg hit the ground, but at least I could bear weight.

“I’ll put him away and give you a ride home.”

“I can driv—”

“You were knocked out, weren’t you?” He raised a brow at me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“I don’t know.”

“Right. How about I give you a ride home? That old truck of yours’ll have a heavy clutch, won’t it?”

I nodded.

“You’ll never manage it like this, will you?”

“Thank you,” I murmured.

Truth be told, I wouldn’t have managed. I hadn’t thought past getting back to the barn in one piece.

“His feed’s in his stall, and I take my saddle and bridle home,” I said, hopping to my truck to gather what I’d need tonight from the front seat. Locking it, I made my way to his truck and leaned against it, the metal of the panel cool on the burning patches on the backs of my arms.

“Hop in,” he said, as he led the roan into his stall and slipped the halter from his head. He growled something low at the beast and closed the stall door. With my saddle over his arm, he exited the barn and put my saddle in the back seat of the white university ambulatory service vehicle.

“Can’t you get in?” he said, as he walked up to me.

I shook my head and glanced down.

His eyes followed mine to the swollen leg. He shook his head and then picked me up and placed me gently in the passenger seat.

“We need to get that boot off and get you to the hospital.”

“Home is fine, thanks.”

“Hospital.” He frowned.

“No.”

He gritted his teeth and was silent for a moment.

“How about student health?”

“No, I’ll be fine. It’s just a little swelling. They’ll tell me to elevate it, take anti-inflammatories, and rest.”

“Correct, but we should get it checked out.”

“Can you please just check it?”

He sighed and pulled a penlight from his pocket, then flicked it at my eyes, first one, then the other, then back and forth between them.

“Your light reflexes are normal, but that leg…”

“It’ll be fine. I’m sure. I’ve had worse.”

He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Home it is, then, but get it checked out as soon as you can, eh?”

The tiniest bump in the road on the way to my house jarred my leg, but it was interesting, riding beside Dr. Allen. I glanced across at him. For a guy who grew up in the snobbiest town in my home county, I had to give it to him—he was remarkably nice. Pretty drop-dead gorgeous, too, if you happen to like your classical tall, dark and handsome…

I shook my head at myself.

Just remember how tall, dark, and handsome had turned out last time.

“Is there someone at your place that can help you with your boot? Getting it on—off, I mean?” He flushed in the glow from the dashboard lights and clamped his lips together.

I had to clamp my own to keep from grinning at his blush. He wasn’t helping me keep my mind where it belonged, really. Residents were sort of off-limits to the students, but…now I knew he was actually nice, well, that changed things a little. I always thought he’d be stuck up…and I’d kept my distance, despite his appearances in my dreams…for quite some time now.

“My housemates might be home,” I blurted out.

He let out a long breath and seemed to relax.

“You might get that field boot off before some idiot wants to cut it off…one reason not go to the hospital, I guess,” he said, with the hint of a grin.

“My thinking, exactly.” I smiled. I knew a little about him. He’d spent years as a farrier and then as a vet, while showing hunter-jumpers to an exacting level—to the degree of changing shoes between judges to change the horse’s movement.

He’d understand about good boots.

No lights showed as we drove up before my house, and this time he didn’t ask. He came around to my side of the truck, picked me up and carried me to the door as if weighed nothing, which of course, wasn’t true. It was a bit disconcerting having his face that close, so I turned my heated cheeks away and fumbled with the house keys.

With a lot of swearing and more tears than I’d like to have shown him, we got the boot off, intact.

“There’s an ace bandage in the drawer in the bathroom,” I said, staring at my leg, already a faint blue all the way from my toes to most of the way up my thigh.

“Are these yours?” He shot me a look and held up my running shorts. My face burned even hotter now. The shorts had been on the bathroom floor with some lacy panties.

I nodded, and he tossed the shorts to me and disappeared again into the bathroom.

“Put them on, please. I’d like to check that leg.”

I grinned, despite myself. Sounded like I was a horse. I managed to peel the breeches down and off, then tugged the nylon shorts up just as he reentered the room with an elastic compression bandage.

Dr. Allen blinked at the leg, then checked the femur, tibia, and metatarsals for stability. He took the heel in one hand and flexed, extended and rotated the joints in all directions, while I bit my cheek to keep from making more noise than I should.

“No crepitus, and the joints still work. I’ll bandage it up, but you need to get it looked at.”

I said nothing. There were two weeks before the start of term to get better, and thankfully, I didn’t have to work until then. Piece of cake.

*    *    *

For all my bravery, my housemates went to the barn the next day to pick up my car and feed the horse—I wasn’t going anywhere. The next day, either…or the next.

Tamara, my fourth-year vet student housemate, frowned at me over her breakfast.

“I’ve been trying to keep my opinion to myself, but you really should see a doctor,” she said.

“Dr. Allen checked it out.”

She blinked.

“Dr. Allen? Where did you see him?”

“He was at the barn when I rode in on Mickey, re-bandaging a horse.”

“That’s all very well, but he’s a vet. You need to see a doctor.”

“Are you serious?” I stared at her. “I can’t. I’ll miss classes if they put me in the hospital.”

“That’s where you belong,” she grumbled.

“I’ll keep it elevated and massage the heck out of it,” I said.

She shook her head as she walked to the sink to rinse her bowl.

“If you get a blood clot, you’ll be in trouble. Didn’t Dr. Allen take you to the doctor?”

“He tried,” I said, wincing.

“Sometimes you have rocks in your head, girl.” Tamara shook her head as she plunked down a bowl of cereal before me and stalked off to her room.

They all thought I was too stupid to live, but what the hell? I couldn’t miss classes, or I’d never catch up. I had to try twice as hard as most of the other students just to stay with the class. Some people were born brilliant. Somehow I’d ended up with 150-odd of them in my vet school class. The rest of the 164 of us had to work our buns off to keep up with the rest of the group. I’m not bitter, it’s just the way it is.

*    *    *

A week of hobbling, glares from housemates, and hydrotherapy later, things didn’t look better. In fact, they looked worse. The leg was swollen from toes to mid-thigh. Not merely content to stay a nice blue color, it had morphed to an irregular, patchy camouflage pattern of purple, black and yellow. I kept my promise, massaging it four times a day, but all it did was change colors. I understand the details of the color alterations, but it didn’t make the bruises resolve any faster.

“Do you want to go see that rotten horse of yours?” Tamarah said, one fine morning.

“Really, you’ll take me?”

“On one condition.”

“What?” I said, rather ungraciously, under the circumstances, looking at her sideways.

“We go by student health on the way back. I don’t want to come home from walking the dog to find you seizing from a blood clot in your brain.” Tamarah’s golden lab lifted her head at the W-word and jumped to her feet while she spat her tennis ball at me. “My father would shoot me,” she continued smoothly, “if he knew I’d let you stay away from the doctor.”

That got me. Her daddy, a very nice man, was also a venerable vet school professor…at our school. If he heard about this, I might be out. I gulped. Now was not the time to get annoyed with his daughter.

“Thanks,” I managed, “I’d like that…the first part, but okay, I agree to going to the doctor.” I’m sure the comment somehow made it past my gritted teeth.

“See if you can get a shoe on that foot and we’ll leave now,” she said.

I bolted as fast as I could hop, before she changed her mind.

When she’d driven me to the barn, I mooned over the fence at the horrid creature. Mickey at least had the decency to look guilty when I limped toward him with his feed, or so I thought.

“Don’t even think about taking him for a walk, much less riding,” Tamarah said. She glared at the horse as she stood between me and the tack room, with a look that made me cringe.

I squashed down the desire to ask for his halter, kissed his soft and lonely nose, and fifteen minutes later Tamarah delivered me to student health with a triumphant smile.

“I’ll wait in the car,” she said, and opened my door for me.

As expected, the doctor was not impressed.

“You should have come in right away. You could have had a blood clot! How long has it been?” she said, after she picked her jaw up off the floor.

“A week and a half,” I mumbled into my shirt.

“Well, what have you been doing for it?” She scowled and shook her head.

I told her, and her demeanor softened a little.

“Well, I guess you’re out of the danger zone now, anyway. I’d have hospitalized you.”

I nodded.

“So I imagine you start school next week? What are you studying?”

“Veterinary medicine.”

“Vet? You should have known…well, never mind. Small animals, I hope? You can stay off it and sit down while you’re treating the dogs and cats.”

I mumbled something incoherent. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I was Equine Track, and worked as a Large Animal ICU Technician, galloping between three barns running IV fluids to twelve horses at a time, and tubing pre- and post-op colics all night. She’d have vapors.

Oblivious to her new patient’s dastardly plans, she smiled and left me with a packet of anti-inflammatories and admonitions to rest, elevate it and keep up the massage.

I was now able to hold my head up in front of my housemates again, and rather glad school was about to start. I was still hobbling, but I could get around. I’d have to leave early to make it to class on time—I wasn’t travelling at my regular speed.

*    *    *

The night before classes were to start, my friend Jess returned from a trip away with her family.

“Did you see what our first lecture is tomorrow?” Her voice over the phone line jumped with expectancy.

I pulled the schedule from my bag, where it had lain, forgotten, since I’d received it on the last day of school. One glance, and my grin at her excitement vanished. Spots swam before my eyes as I read the title on the first lecture:

Dystocia in the Mare and the Need for Surgical Intervention

I shook my head and nearly dropped the phone.

Not dystocia. Not foaling mares, and certainly not foaling difficulties.

Anything but that.

 

 

I hope you enjoyed reading the rough draft of Chapter One of Once Upon a Vet School, volume 7! To read the final version, and the rest of it, you’ll have to see our Christmas Boxed Set, out SOON!!!!!

Be sure to subscribe to our page to keep posted of when it’ll be available!

I’d love to hear your thoughts!  Hear from you soon!

xx

Lizzi   and Authors of Main Street!

Medicine, Vet Med and Horses…What do They Have in Common???


 

HI Everyone! Happy Monday!

Just back from RWNZ Conference in lovely Rotorua!  Hot pools, writing and meeting some fantastic writers and speakers!

One was Kristen Lamb, from Texas!

I loved this article from her website…it could be of real help to any of you out there writing, especially if you’re including issues about medical care, hospitals, emergency care, etc.

 

This article highlights some of the challenges I have, (but in a human medical sense) when I read novels including horses or veterinary care for horses, written by people who might have a fondness (or not) for horses…but no experience.

Tiggie says not to do silly things with horses… It worries him…………………………

 

 

 

 

 

 

When a horse-savvy or vet-savvy reader reads things that do just not happen, or are pretty stupid, things a horse handler would never do or say, disbelief in the author skyrockets…and I (or your readers) may just lay down your book right then…and never come back.

That’s why it’s so important to get those facts right!  If you don’t have the knowledge, find someone who does, or take classes to learn about it!

Maya Horse wants you to be horse-savvy before you write about his cousins…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now it’s your turn!

Have you ever read a book where a character does something that’s just #TSTL, or Too Stupid To Live, with a horse, or other animal?   Doing something that is bound to get them or their horse/s killed?

Have you ever read about a character who’s a vet...and they do something that just doesn’t make any sense, or is likely to get their patient, the owner, or themselves killed (other than the inherent danger of being an equine or large animal) ?

How would you write it differently?

Tell us about it!  Without mentioning the title or author, please. 🙂 

 

 

One lucky commenter will go into the monthly draw for a book!  This month, it’s a digital version of my latest book, A Sea of Green Unfolding!

Have an awesome day, all!

xx

Lizzi

 

 

 

Author Talks This Week


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If you’re anywhere near the Humboldt, California area, come on by one of the Author Talks I’m giving on Friday and Saturday of this week!

Fortuna Library: Friday 24 June, 4 pm at  753 14th St, Fortuna

Eureka Library: Saturday June 25, 3 pm at 1313 3rd St, Eureka

Bayside Grange: Saturday 25 June, 7-9 pm at 2297 Jacoby Creek Rd, Bayside, Eureka

 

Everyone welcome!

Hope to see you there!

Regards,

Lizzi

The Pony Express Rides Again!


Hi All!

It was Great!!!!

Grit in your teeth, hot, sweaty horses and people… and the mochila, being handed from horse to horse every two miles, for 2000 miles…

What else could it be but fantastic?

Here’s where our group started, at Simpson’s!

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It was a three-generation-Hearty Family affair, from Izzy, below shown with dad Matt, Gregg (a few pics below), Jeff (no pics, only saw him once!) and Kellie with her babies and hubby Kevin!

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Pat Hearty’s Group III  of the National Pony Express Association’s Utah Chapter took over the mochila on the morning of the 19th June and we passed it hand to hand and horse to horse until we got into Salt Lake City that evening at around 6 pm. Group II caught up an hour on its runs and we caught it up a further half hour during ours, which was a bit tricky in the streets of Salt Lake City!

What with small disasters besetting some of our group’s members, several of us got to ride two and three times!  I was lucky enough to ride the Pat Hearty’s Leonard and Matt Hearty’s Sonny!

I was even brave enough to use a Go Pro AND a helmet (the former unheard-of and the latter rare)!  Footage will follow after I learn how to edit it…it’s very long and a bit repetitive… but it gives a non-rider the sense of what it might feel like!

Sonny and I coming down from Lookout, or General Johnstone’s Pass, on my first PX ride, the same hill where Aleksandra finds plenty of trouble in A Long Trail Rolling!

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Here’s Sonny and Leonard having a little break between rides:

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Gregg Hearty off to an interesting start! (Sorry Gregg, this pic from previous year, but my rides seemed to always follow Gregg’s and wasn’t able to get a pic!) Kellie and Kevin Kimber in the background

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Linda Hearty and a few riders at the Historic Stagecoach Inn near the old Camp Floyd!

 

The oh-so cruisy Sonny in the streets of Salt Lake, pausing for a snack with the freesias, lavender and freeway behind…

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The Deseret News came and met with us on State Street leading in to Salt Lake and Pat’s son Matt Hearty and Kevin Kimber, Pat’s son-in-law made front page news on the day! Here’s the photo I took while the reporter got his famous slinging-on-of the mochila for the front page… starring Sonny on the right and Kellie (nee-Hearty) Kimber’s mare Cheyenne on the left.

 

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Sonny and Matt racing down the streets of Salt Lake City, complete with pilot cars before and after, led by a police escort!

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Sonny the posing horse, doing his thing again with me after Matt took him on his last lope of the 2016 Express Re-Ride down the streets of Salt Lake:

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‘Let’s go!’  he says…

Thanks to the National Pony Express Association and the State Branches!  My personal appreciation to the Hearty and Hatch families for all their care and assistance!!

That’s all for tonight, folks!

Author Talks this week:

Take good care out there, and if you’re in the Humboldt, CA area, come on by one of the Author Talks I’m giving on Friday and Saturday of this week!

Fortuna Library: Friday 24 June, 4 pm at  753 14th St, Fortuna

Eureka Library: Saturday June 25, 3 pm at 1313 3rd St, Eureka

Bayside Grange: Saturday 25 June, 7-9 pm at 2297 Jacoby Creek Rd

 

Everyone welcome!

Hope to see you there!

Regards,

Lizzi

 

 

 

 

Talks Scheduled for Utah, Eureka, Fortuna and Bayside


Hi All!

Here is the more complete list of talks!

They will be  Meet the Author sessions, and I’ll be talking about History, Writing History, A Long Trail Rolling,  and doing some readings from some of the books!

If all goes well tomorrow, there will be some footage shot during my ride in the Pony Express Re-Ride!!!

2016-reride (1)Can’t wait to see you all there!

I’ll sign books and there will be a small number of books available for sale!

Hope to see you at one of the sessions!

Here’s a bit from the posters…

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Come along and meet Lizzi Tremayne

Lizzi, an awarded writer, teacher and equine veterinarian, writes Historical Romantic Suspense with a Pony Express flair.

Catch her on her visit from New Zealand to ride in the Re-Ride!

Salt Lake City, Utah:  

Monday 20 June, from 3-7 p.m. Venue: The Hatch Residence,  1614 S. 1700 E., Salt Lake City, (801) 466-4092

Fortuna, California:

Friday, 24 June 4 p.m.  Venue: Fortuna Library: 753 14th St, Fortuna

Eureka, California:

Saturday, June 25, 3 p.m. Venue:  Eureka Library: 1313 3rd St, Eureka

Bayside, California:

Saturday, 25 June, 7-9 p.m. Venue:  Bayside Grange: 2297 Jacoby Creek Rd

Everyone welcome! Hope to see you there!

Find Lizzi at:

http://lizzitremayne.com or

FB Lizzi Tremayne Author!

 

The Pony Express Rides Again!


It was fantastic, the Pony Express, wasn’t it? 400 horses, 120 riders, nearly two hundred stations and several hundred station keepers, water /feed carters and the like, through hostile territory, alkali deserts, and high mountains, to get mail across the continental USA in TEN DAYS! Unheard of!

The mochila, that piece of leather with the big (locked) pockets, slipped over the express pony’s saddle.

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It would leave San Francisco and be transferred from the saddle of one horse to another, across two thousand miles of the Old West, through to St. Jo, Missouri! (They went the reverse direction, too, of course!)

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But it only lasted eighteen months, I hear you say!  Yes, you’re right!

But now, it’s baaaaaccckkkkk…….

And it’s run every year, by a crazy bunch of historical horse nuts. There’s plenty of info here from the National Pony Express Association about the Pony Express, the trails, the stops, you name it, they’ve got it!  There are even classroom lessons!

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If you want to join them, they’re always mad keen to have more people get involved to keep ‘The Pony’, as they call it, alive!

And I’m riding! Woo hoo!!!!!!

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So who’s with me?

I’m riding through ____________, the section of the trail in Utah where Aleksandra, my heroine, has her most ‘exciting’ ride!

(Fill in the answer correctly to go into the draw for a specially autographed copy of A Long Trail Rolling. Click on the Leave a comment button below!)

First, I plan to speak and sign books in Salt Lake City before the event, details forthcoming. If you can make it, keep your eyes on this blog!

BUT…

If you can’t make it, I’ll be wearing a Go-Pro! Luckily my portion of the trail is during the daylight hours, so you can see it too!

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A herd of mustangs out of Dugway… Utah Pony Express Trail.

Here are some of the Mustangs I saw and photographed on my last trip over the trail!

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Anyone recognise this photo?  Hint, I took it… It’s in several places on this website!

Clifton Flat, on the Utah portion of the trail. That little bit of trail you see there is probably the piece of trail that looks most like the original trail back in the day!

 

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Patrick Hearty and Lizzi at Rush Valley (Faust’s) Pony Express Station monument, out of Grantsville, Utah.

This is Patrick, the man who’s helped me so much with A Long Trail, and even written the Foreword. He’s a Past President of the NPEA and he and his family keep the history alive every year. He’s written several books about ‘the pony’  with Dr. Joe Hatch.

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I’ll be posting highlights and vlogs from the trail after my ride, so keep your eyes open between the 19th (USA time) and 21st of June!  Sorry I can’t live-stream, but I suspect internet and phone reception’s not the best out there!

Best wishes from NZ to you from all of us, we’ll be up in the Northern Hemisphere soon!

Love from NZ, here’s a pic of me and my equine boys… One is no longer with us, but he lives on through his brother…

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XX

Lizzi

 

Finalist!!!


How very exciting!

Opened email today to find this!

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and the lovely note attached:

Dear Lizzi Tremayne

It‘s my pleasure to let you know that your novel, A Long Trail Rolling, has been selected by our reader judges as a finalist in the HOLT Medallion contest in the Romantic Suspense AND Best First Book categories. Congratulations!

 

On June 11th, Virginia Romance Writers will host an awards luncheon to announce the HOLT Medallion Winners and Award of Merit Finalists. Please see the attached invitation for more information.

Etc…..

 Woo HOOOOOOoooooooo…..

🙂

Thanks, everyone, who helped me get this far!

xxx

Lizzi

 

Blogging Today at The Romance Studio!


Hi All,

I’m blogging today over at The Romance Studio!

Come on over to

The Romance Studio

hear a little about the Secession Menace in California in the 1860’s, A Long Trail Rolling and The Hills of Gold Unchanging!

See you there!

XXX

Lizzi

Sneak Preview! A blog post for the 21 August on The Romance Studio’s End of Summer Bash…


Just for a bit of fun, here’s one of the blog posts I’m posting on the 21st of this month on The Romance Studio’s End of Summer Bash…

Hello All! Welcome back!

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Here’s another excerpt… with Scotty, horses and sparks flying between Aleksandra and Xavier…

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Oh no, the Furs! And Dzień!‘ she wailed and turned back to face the men.

Dinna fash, mo nighean. I kept the buyer here since yeste’day ’cause I knew ye were comin’. He’s paid fer yer pelts ‘n gone.’ Scotty rumpled her hair.

She smiled her thanks, color returning to her cheeks.

‘And that pony, he’s got a heart o’ gold. Ye dinna need to go, yon wee man’s in the stable, munching’ away with me old geldin’.’

Aleksandra’s chest heaved in a deep sigh. ‘What would I do without you, Scotty?’

‘It’s the least I kin do fer you and yer da,’ Scotty remarked, his voice becoming gruff as he spoke, and a tear glistened in his eye.

‘Papa wouldn’t have been pleased to see Dzień abused so, but there was nothing else for it. He never even slowed down.’ She looked at the floor.

‘Aye, but he’s a bonny one.’ Scotty smiled.

‘It would’ve meant the world to Papa, knowing we made it on time and our year’s work wasn’t for naught.’ Scotty was pleased to see a hint of the girl’s normal glow showing in her eyes, beneath the wet lashes.

‘Right ye are, missy.’ He raised his brows at her. ‘Now, d’ye want me to hold some o’ the money fer now so it canna be taken off ye by highwaymen?’

‘Thanks, Scotty, please keep it all here. I don’t need it yet.’

‘Are ye sure ye need t’leave tonight?’ Scotty was unconvinced. ‘It’s getting’ mighty late, we could make you a bed o’sorts.’

Aleksandra’s eyes narrowed at the dark man still standing in the doorway.

‘I’d rather risk the highwaymen and the wild animals for tonight, thanks. I’ve got my shashka and bow.’

There was a choking sound from the entrance, then Xavier mumbled something about checking the horses and disappeared outside. Scotty turned away and coughed to hide his chuckle from the pair.

Xavier was harnessing Dzień to the wagon when Aleksandra came outside.

‘I can do that,’ she snapped, rushing to the side of the pony, her blue eyes icy and cheeks flushed pink. Xavier smiled at her back as she hurried around to the pony’s other side to finish.

‘I’m sure you can, Querida, but I’m happy to help,’ he said, wrapping a breeching strap around the shaft and buckling it snugly.

‘Thanks,’ she gritted out, looking away as her hands slid down Dzień’s rump towards the crupper.

‘Any possibility you might tell me just why you went loco on me back there?’ Xavier watched her brows drop as she stared at a strap she’d just buckled too tightly. Her lips tightened further as she readjusted it.

‘I want nothing to do with people who insult my friends.’

Como, what?’ He shook his head and blinked at her.

‘My friends, the Shoshone, the only friends I have left alive, other than Scotty,‘ she said from between clenched teeth, and then slumped, sobbing, against Dzień.

Cautious of her all-too-effective looking sword, Xavier slowly approached her. He slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him, watchful for any fast moves on her part, not caring if her tears soaked his shirt. How long they stayed like this, he neither knew nor cared. Once her sobs quieted, he slipped his fingers under her chin, lifting her face to stare into the watery depths of her blue eyes.

‘Okay now, Querida?’

‘As okay as possible, I guess.’ She dropped her head again. ‘The Shoshone are like family to me, especially since Mama died,’ she murmured into his shirt.

‘Are you sure you won’t stay here? I’ll sleep in the stable, if it would make you happier.’

She closed her eyes and was still.

‘No, it’s okay. I’m sorry, Xavier. I’m upset, but that’s no excuse for my nastiness. Thank you for this.’ She nodded her head at his tearstained chest.

De nada. It is nothing.’ He smiled. ‘May I accompany you to your home, at least?’

‘No, really, I’m fine, thank you again. I’d better go farewell Scotty, it’s getting late.’

‘If you’re sure…’ Xavier shook his head and followed Aleksandra back inside.

~    ~    ~

Hope you enjoyed the tale! Want to read more?

Come on by my website to see how you can get your hands on a copy, whether ebook, paperback or hardcover! It’s now also available in LARGE PRINT in paperback and hardcover with dust jacket from bookstores around the world! Just tell your favourite bookstore book buyer they can order it from Ingram!

OR…

you can win a free ebook copy if you’re the lucky winner of our giveaway!

To enter into the giveaway, just comment on the blog with what you liked about the excerpt or blog post and one lucky person will be in to win a copy of A Long Trail Rolling, my new Western Historical Romantic Adventure, or… a Horsey Historical Romantic Adventure, complete with plenty of suspense!

Next week, after the party, I’ll pick one winner from those who commented! 

Hope you enjoy the excerpt, and I’ll be back tomorrow with some posts about The Long Trail Quadrilogy, still in progress!

Good luck in the competition!

About the Author:

Lizzi grew up riding wild in the Santa Cruz Mountain redwoods, became an equine veterinarian at UC Davis School of Veterinary Medicine, practiced in the California Pony Express and Gold Country before emigrating to New Zealand. When not writing, she’s swinging a rapier or shooting a bow in medieval garb, riding, driving a carriage or playing on her farm, singing, or working as an equine veterinarian or science teacher. She is multiply published and awarded in special interest magazines and veterinary periodicals.

For more information, please visit:

my website

my Facebook fanpage,

 

Thanks so  much for reading!  Hope to see many of you over there or when you come to visit in New Zealand!

Regards,

Lizzi Tremayne

Come Over to The Romance Studio for the TRS End of Summer Bash, this WHOLE WEEK!


Hello All!
I’m posting ALL WEEK on The Romance Studio’s End of Summer Bash! Come on by to see what my book is all about, and a bit of background about A Long Trail Rolling, its author (me!) and the in-progress sequels in @The Long Trails Quadrilogy, The Hills of Gold Unchanging​, A Sea of Green Unfolding and A Bold Country Evolving​!
It’s at…

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and it starts TODAY!

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It’s time to celebrate our last tanning days in the Northern Hemisphere and the last of the rainy days in the Southern !

Enjoy reading excerpts and blog posts!  Have FUN!    Win Prizes!

Here are the details:

We’re celebrating the end to a fabulous summer (or winter in the Southern Hemisphere) as we always do — with a End of Summer Bash! We’re giving away an Amazon gift ecard (electronic gift card only, value $115) to one lucky reader and we’re giving away a lot of other prizes from the TRS prize vault and participating authors too!

Where is it going to be held?

The event will be held exclusively at the TRS PARTY SITE.

When is it going to be held?

From August 17 – 23, 2015. Times? All day! (since it’s in the states, half of the night!)

When will the prizes be given out?

The winner of the Amazon gift ecard will be selected at random after 23 August, 2015. Other prizes from TRS and its participating authors will be assigned at each donor’s earliest convenience following the end of the event.

Okay so HOW do I enter for the gift card?

We authors will be posting during the event period at our PARTY SITE about our latest books and other entertaining topics. Comment on any of the posts at any time during the event (should be at least acceptable/polite comments because comments in poor taste may result in exclusion from the event), and fill out the gift card entry form that will appear at the party, and you will be entered into the drawing for the Amazon gift ecard.

How do I enter for the other prizes?

For other prizes donated by TRS and all participating authors, there are giveaway forms at the PARTY SITE.

Deadlines are 23 August 2015!

Come on down & join me at the PARTY SITE!

See you soon!

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Hi All! Come on over to Cynthia Woolfe’s Blog, we’re over there today!


Hi everyone!

I was invited to an interview with Cynthia Wolf, Historical Romance author extraordinaire!

Click Here!

Here’s the header on her lovely page!

Cynthia Woolf's Banner

Cynthia Woolf’s Website Banner

Come on by and learn a little about where I got interested in writing, how the series began, and some things about me you might not have known!

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Leave a comment and I promise to reply!

Take good care,

Kindest regards,

Lizzi

What Draws us to History?


Here’s a post I wrote for Bethanne Strasser’s Through the Heart Shaped Glasses blog earlier this month. I thought some of you might appreciate it!

What draws us to history?

  • Is it the romance of a different time from our own?

  • Is it what history can show us about ourselves?

  • How we’re different from or similar to others in the past?

  • Does it show us links to the people we were, and how we will be in the future?

  • Does it show us where we’ve diverged when people have made new beginnings?

  • Do we hope it will give us hints about where to seek in the eternal quest for who we are and where we fit in to this world?

Lizzi_archerFor me, this last reason is why I write in the historical genre. When I began writing, I never thought about all this. I only knew I was drawn to stories of the past. The Dark Ages, the Elizabethan Period, and the Old West equally held me enraptured since even before I began to read myself, for the simple first reason above.

I began researching and writing historical novels only a few years ago. It soon became clear that I was looking for answers to questions in my own history and present. What I discovered has helped me become more comfortable with the person I am.

As I study, I repeatedly ask myself how I can make the information I unearth palatable to someone who might never pick up a book of historical fact, search out an old battle record or travel to a remote graveyard to read the inscription on an old tombstone. Can I offer readers some inkling of what happened in their own town or country to give it the unique flavour it carries today?  Some idea of why a certain town emerged just when it did? Most importantly, to shed light upon the reasons a particular society developed the way it has? Perhaps it will provide a piece of the puzzle, which will allow a whole population to try to open the doors previously closed upon the past, allowing healing of the hidden wounds that prevent peaceful cohabitation.

Several towns in the West define themselves as being part of the Pony Express Trail. The stories of Laura Ingalls Wilder played a large part in my understanding of the westward-moving American pioneer, and the peoples and lands they encountered, and how the settlers dealt with adversity. In my first novel, Express Desired, soon to be published, I use Aleksandra, the daughter of a Polish immigrant trapper family, to show snapshots of 1860 life in the wilds of the Rocky Mountains. She must survive when she is left alone in the world, and becomes a “boy” rider for the famed Pony Express.

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Although the ‘Pony’ as it was called, only lasted for a mere eighteen months, it still captures the imaginations of thousands, if not millions, of people, even one hundred and fifty years after its inception.

I show some interactions with American Indians in the novel,  both positive aspects and negative.

In my second novel, A Sea of Green Unfolding, more than halfway completed, I show aspects of 1860′s history of both the San Francisco Bay Area, (or the part from Redwood City, via La Honda, and through to San Gregorio)  and 1863 New Zealand. Discover why  Redwood City grew so quickly? Learn why it was called Redwood City. In the same book, I offer the reader aspects of New Zealand history which are certainly not taught in primary, and only rarely in secondary schools here. They are shadowy aspects of our history which portions of our society wish had never happened, and would rather forget. Although almost apologetic, many of those who know are content to bury it beneath the carpet, so most people are unaware of the whole story and resolution cannot be attained. This untold history has shaped us as the people we have become. The conflicts began long ago between the Maori (and before that, the earlier Moriori) people who had already settled New Zealand before Captain Cook came in the 1700′s and the white settlers from England, Europe and Asia.  There was wrongdoing on both sides, but much has remained hidden from the general view.

Overall, I hope to effectively use history to paint a picture, so that readers can better understand some of their own past, answer some of their questions about themselves and become more comfortable with their own place in the world.

lizzi_writerBio:

I’ve just completed my first novel, and am halfway through the second.

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About my first novel, Express Desired, an historical Fictional Suspense with Romantic Elements: Seventeen year old Aleksandra Lekarski, alone and running to prevent her pa’s killer from obtaining a secret which could allow world domination by the Czar, conceals herself as a boy Pony Express rider in 1860′s Utah Territory. Her “Californio” boss Xavier Arguello has a spirit to match her own—along with a mutually undeniable attraction—and together they overcome the evil that threatens them.

A Sea of Green Unfolding is the sequel to Express Desired, about a young couple’s journey to adventure from the California of 1862 to the turbulent wilderness of New Zealand. Tragedy strikes in Aleksandra and Xavier’s newly found paradise on their California Rancho and Von Tempsky’s invitation draws them to a new life in New Zealand—where the land wars between the European settlers and the local Maori have only just begun.

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I am rewriting my life. I’m the mother of two teenaged boys, a part time hobby farmer, a medieval re-enactor, rapier fighter and archer, a kayaker, a carriage competition driver, a gardener, a singer, a cook and an equine veterinarian with post-doc veterinary certification in equine dentistry. Following a back injury,I work part time at equine veterinary dentistry and part time at high school teaching of Science/Bio/Chem. Mostly, though, I’m writing! I look forward to your visits to my blog and to hearing your thoughts on the above.


Writing Blog: http://lizzitremayne.com
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Website: www.bmevc.co.nz

The Pony Express Mochila is Headed for Ft. Laramie!


June 20, 3:54pm PDT (today in the States, for those of you in NZ!)

“The mail just left Lingle,WY at 4:45 pm, mountain time, headed towards Ft Laramie.”

Patrick Hearty The Pony Express Stations in Utah
Patrick Hearty & Joseph Hatch
The Pony Express Stations in Utah

Well done to all of you out there riding!  You might get a bit tired, but it’s not quite as dangerous as it was ‘back in the day’.

There were quite a few deaths (few riders, fortunately) amongst the Pony Express riders, but it was not for want to trying!

Hold on to that mochila!

 

Here’s an excerpt from my novel… Only Patrick Hearty and I have seen it so far, so hope some of you like it! They’ll be going through Lookout Pass soon!!!

Lookout Pass - Pony Express TrailThanks to Roger Douglass  (http://www.panoramio.com/photo/2329088)

A little taste of “Express Desire“:

Lookout Pass,” Aleksandra reminded herself as she passed the summit, looking north to see the distant white tops of the Onaqui Mountains and thought again of her papa and the fossil he’d fossicked for her from one of its rocky ledges. Beginning her mile-long descent at a trot on the handy little horse, she was absentmindedly fingering the fossil inside the medicine bag hung about her neck when she felt the first arrow whizz past her head from her right.

She felt her heart stop.

Aleksandra dropped to the left side of the Palouse’s neck into a Cossack hang, lying flat against his side.

She threw the reins at him and shouted to him.’Yah! Yah! Let’s go, Scout!’

He needed little urging to run full tilt down the steep and treacherously rocky trail as the yells of Indian warriors filled the narrow valley. The arrows came hard and fast from the southwest, like a mad bunch of hornets.

Smart, she thought, with a hint of a wry grin. The Indians had placed themselves between the trail and the setting sun, so Aleksandra could see little of her attackers in the glimpses she stole from beneath Scout’s neck of the world whizzing past. With the ground only three feet from her head, the scent of sage filled Aleksandra’s nostrils as the horse crashed through a clump of brush.

Briefly considering climbing back into the saddle to pull a gun from her saddlebag, she knew it would be akin to suicide; though she knew her full weight hanging off to one side had to put the stallion off his best, she trusted far more in the pony’s speed and ability. She just tried to stay out of his way and not hinder him needlessly, keeping as still as she could, tucked down on the side of the skidding and leaping beast. Praying the cinch would hold, she sent fervent thanks in the direction of the company selectors for choosing fast and handy local ponies. How I would love to have my bow and arrows, she thought, but it might just be better just to get Scout and I through alive to Doc Faust at Rush

The Palouse interrupted her musings as he threw up his head and reared, angrily trumpeting and shaking his head for a moment, nearly dropping Aleksandra, then resumed his headlong rush down the hill. When he carried on, she heard whistling sounds with every breath and turned her head forward to see where the noise was coming from.Then she saw the arrow.She felt herself break into a cold sweat…

The storyline…

Aleksandra, trained in the Cossack arts from infancy by her father, finds herself alone and running to prevent her Pa’s killer from obtaining a secret which could allow world domination by the Czar.  Disguised to most as a boy rider in 1860′s Utah Territory for the Pony Express, she finds in her “Californio” boss a strength to match her own and together they create a team that can overcome the odds.

I hope you liked the excerpt of “Express Desire,” soon to be completed!

 

To follow the mochila on its way West, see the XPHome Site:

http://bit.ly/TiWr4k

Regards,

from

Lizzi Tremayne

The Pony Express Re-Ride Continues!


Yesterday’s post detailed the Pony Express 20th Anniversary Re-Ride. I have posted some handy links for you to follow the ride’s progress!

Thanks to Pony Express History –18253400.nhd.weebly.com

The  Re-Ride continues!

The “mochila,” (the leather pad with the mail pockets, below), which is transferred between riders on the  Pony Express) has made it from Elwood, Kansas to 140th and 75 hwy. one mile north of Sac & Fox casino, this afternoon.

Credit to Ryan Long, Deseret News, http://bit.ly/18XS9dh

For your information, here’s the map of the whole route!

http://dinosaurcowboys.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/pony-express-map.jpgThanks, Union Pacific and http://bit.ly/11K21Oh

To follow the mochila on its way West, see the XPHome Site:

http://bit.ly/TiWr4k

Thanks to Tom Crews!

Photos from the Start at Patee House (below)  and Chasing the Pony Express are on Susan Mires’ Facebook page (Thanks, Susan!):

 http://on.fb.me/19OPPF5

https://i2.wp.com/www.legendsofamerica.com/photos-missouri/StJoePateeHotel-600.jpg Thanks to Kathy Weiser, owner/editor, Legends of America, http://www.legendsofamerica.com

 A GREAT Website for the Nostalgic & Historic Minded!

Newscast about the upcoming ride:

http://bit.ly/11XPhHZ

For those of you who asked for more information on my upcoming novel,

Express Desire,  it is in an earlier blog post:

http://lizzitremayne.com/2013/03/05/my-historical-history-or-why-i-think-i-have-to-write-this-novel/

Enjoy!

Regards from Lizzi Tremayne

Por qué Xavier tenía que ser español, or Why Xavier had to be Spanish….


Español….   …  ranks behind only China in total number of language speakers, and far ahead of English speakers.. One good reason to include it in my nearly-completed novel…

Another one… it is the language of love…

Xavier, born of his Spanish Californio family is, despite his challenges, able to speak this language of love… In what other languages are the words for “I want you” the same as for “I love you”?

Enrique Iglesia… The best music to Latin dance to and to feel…  for me…

So, you see,….  Xavier needed to be Spanish…

Oh, you ask… (deafening silence…) why include Polish characters and language in the same novel?  Hmmm… they aren’t even on the language-frequency chart…   People who can survive what they have been subjected to for the past several centuries and come out with their incredible optimism and zest for life deserve to be heard… and remembered. And no, my Polish is extremely poor, but I know where to find help!!!!

Gracias por leer… Thank you for reading…

Hasta luego, que le vaya bien….

Lizzi Tremayne

Utah and California, Here We Come!


Looking forward to our trip to the States in July!

We will be visiting many sites from the novel Express Desire, soon to be completed!

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First, the Rancho de las Pulgas, which was the old 1795 Spanish land grant which belonged to the family of my novel hero Xavier Arguello, which today comprises most of the cities of Menlo Park, Atherton, Redwood City, San Carlos, Belmont and San Mateo (that part of the city which lies south of San Mateo Creek).

Map of the Rancho de las Pulgas ca. 1857      1853 Pulgas

Map of the Rancho de las Pulgas ca. 1857

Rancho de las Pulgas,  the Old Spanish land grant of my hero Xavier’s family in California

I was born in Redwood City, close to the home the Arguellos lived in, at the corner of Cedar and Magnolia streets in the city of San Carlos. We will see the marker on this site as well!

Later, I grew up in the redwoods in nearby La Honda. We will visit there, too.  I’ve written about it in a previous post, Stagecoaches, the Peek a Boo Inn, etc! La Honda 3 La Honda 2 La Honda

We will then journey to Sacramento, where the current Old Sacramento served as the western terminus of the Pony Express. The Pony Express statue shown here is located at the corner of J and second streets and is kitty-corner to the Museum (which I don’t think I’ll be able to stay out of, either…  My poor son…)

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From here, the mail went aboard riverboat to San Francisco, except for the few times when the steamer was missed, then the riders had to ride all the way to San Francisco!  Here is a monument to one of the steamers who carried the mail!

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Thence East, following part of the trail!

We will wind up in Utah, where we will be hosted by the infamous Heartys, supporters of the Pony Express movement in Utah, (Patrick Hearty is the Past President of the Utah Pony Express Assn and Co-Author of The Pony Express Stations in Utah, a man to whom I am indebted for his assistance with my book, along with his lovely, long-suffering wife from whom I’ve stolen much time for Patrick to answer my multitude of questions!). We will go over the Utah portion of the trail, backtracking to Nevada,

Simpson's Springs Station Simpson’s Springs Station marker…

 

And this rather desolate looking Pony Express Trail Marker below shows the site of Rush Valley Station, where Aleksandra, my heroine, found shelter after she was first attacked by Indian arrows…

mmm.. don’t think it’ll look much like this in July! The Oquirrh Mountains & Lewiston Peak are shown in background. Great pics, thanks, Acidman 1968, wherever you are! Tried to contact you! Contact me please? Thanks!

from http://www.panoramio.com/photo/17004731  Credit to Acidman 1968!
from http://www.panoramio.com/photo/17004731 Credit to Acidman 1968!


Then Patrick is taking us along the trail on horseback through Hickman Canyon!

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Hickman Canyon

After we leave the Heartys,  we’ll return to CA the long way, through City of Rocks, where the baddie Vladimir finds himself in the story

after a ‘shortcut’…

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By then we’ll have run out of time!

We will be hustling back to the Bay Area to fly out a few days later!

Thanks so  much for reading!  Hope to see many of you over there or when you come to visit in New Zealand!

Regards,

Lizzi Tremayne

Writing On-Track!


Archery at SCA event last weekend

made from wool redyed with walnut hulls and  trimmed in ancient recycled muskrat fur (Thank You, Dave Smith, aka Redbeardl, for the furs!)..

Hello All,

thanks for your patience!

Having recovered from final assignments (Aced all of my courses, the old girl can still study!), I have reviewed all research from last year and am making progress on Express Desire…   Have written 3000 words in last 3 writing days.  The week before that did some editing of all previously written and shortened it by probably a thousand words…  oh well, am convinced it’s better that way!

Outlining my first book storyboard today so can get it started!  Very exciting, Thanks Bob Mayer and Jen Talty!

Horse getting used to archery, some days better than others. Made new archery butts yesterday. loud. good.

On track.

Have a great week, All!

Regards,

Lizzi

At the feast at St Catherine’s Faire, Auckland with Chantelle and     … ……. plus Archery with Anne Dugmore.

At the Feast with Chantelle and more archery, with Anne Dugmore