Thanks for hosting me on your blog today, Haley! I bit of introduction—I’m Jacquie Rogers, author of western historical romances, fantasy romances, and yes, western historical fantasy romances. Whew! That’s a mouthful. I also wrote contemporary western romance and YA fantasy (not romance). And now… tada… I’m also writing Traditional Western.
How’d I get here? Not sure, actually. But I grew up on a dairy farm in Owyhee County, Idaho, and there’s not much to do there except imagine stores. So I did. Truth is, there’s lots to do there, but while you’re doing it, you have thinking time. Feeding calves, for instance.
Or riding horses. We used to saddle up, grab a canteen, and head to the hills back of Graveyard Point. Of course, we did some crazy things, too, such as trying to shoot our BB guns while the horse was galloping, hell-bent for leather, and we’d slide to the side and try to shoot under the horse’s belly. Why? Because we heard the Indians did that, so we wanted to try. All I can say is, don’t try this at home, kids.
Everything we did came from our imaginations, whether we were cowhands riding the range, or faeries riding unicorns. The world was our X-Box. Fast forward through three kids and about five careers, and here I am, back to making up stories. Some of us just never grow up. And I’m back to westerns.
I’m excited about my very first Traditional Western release, Muleskinners: Judge Not, a story in the Wolf Creek 6: Hell on the Prairie anthology. Here’s the blurb:
Elsie Parry and her father are headed to California, when their wagon is attacked by vicious outlaws, who happen to be biding time until they make a second assault on what’s left of WolfCreek. This story takes place concurrently with Wolf Creek, Book 1: Bloody Trail. It’s stand-alone, though, so you won’t be lost if you haven’t read Bloody Trail first (although it’s an excellent read).
Muleskinners: Judge Not
by Jacquie Rogers
a short story in
WolfCreek, Book 6
My pa wanted to see the Pacific Ocean. He’d flapped his lips all the way from Missouri to the middle of Kansas and I reckoned by the time we did get to the ocean, I’d be ready to dunk him in it.
“One of the mules is lagging.”
“Hermes,” I hollered. “Quit sniffing that bush and get over here.” Sure, my mules were coddled, but they’d been my only company for a year during the war, and the six years since, my best friends. “You know you’re supposed to stay by the wagon.”
The mule sent me a guilty look and trotted to his spot by the rear wheel with the other three. I have eight mules, but a harness for only four, so four mules pulled half a day, then I traded them out.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to tie the spare mules to the wagon, Elsie?” My father, Obadiah Parry, had lost his wife, son, home, and thought he’d lost me and the mules in the war, but he’d run into me a few years back.
Believe me, the moment I saw that man was the happiest day of my life. His brown hair had grayed and he’d hunched over and slowed down considerable, but his blue eyes still had that sparkle—the one that let you know there very well could be a frog in the sugar bowl, so watch out. I wouldn’t call him a moocher, but he did let me do the working while he did the talking.
“Maybe, but I ain’t tying them up. They know their jobs.” Unlike Pa, who was more of a dreamer than a doer. The one dream he had that worked out was when he decided to start a draft mule business with a mammoth jack he’d won in a card game. He talked the local farmers who had quality draft horse mares into giving him one foal for every two breedings. The result was more than a dozen draft mule foals the next year, but then the war broke out.
Now his dream was to go to California. I had eight of the mules, the wagon, nowhere else to go, and I was happy to make up for lost time with my pa. He had the gift of gab and a hefty dollop of charm, which got me more than one well paying freight job. We had a light load this time, though—supplies for the trip west. But we had to take a detour to WolfCreek to pick up a wagon he’d won playing euchre last week.
CONTEST: Jacquie will give one copy of Hell on the Prairie and one copy of Willow, Wish For Me, so two commenters.
Wolf Creek: Hell on the Prairie
Available in print, or ebook at
Do you like a little Romance in your life? Try the Hearts of Owyhee series. These books were fun for me because they’re all set in OwyheeCounty where I grew up, so it was like I visited home in every scene.
Hearts of Owyhee
Much Ado About Marshals: http://amzn.com/B0058ON1LS
Much Ado About Madams: http://amzn.com/B007HRTQ0O
Much Ado About Mavericks: http://amzn.com/B008EDN9T4
Muleskinners: Judge Not
Willow, Wish For Me
Single Girls Can’t Jump
Faery Merry Christmas
Down Home Ever Lovin’ Mule Blues
Faery Special Romances
Thanks again to Haley for hosting me today, and please visit her post on my blog (goes live July 23) to learn more about her latest release.
Jacquie’s Contact Links
Romancing The West: http://romancingthewest.blogspot.com
Author blog: http://jacquierogers.blogspot.com