Hello and welcome to The Author Roast and Toast! We are pleased to bring back the amazing Ginger Simpson! And she is here to promote her upcoming book
WHITE HEART, LAKOTA SPIRIT
And today’s setting is a camp site back in the days of the Wild, Wild West, where the deer and the antelope play. We have prepared a shin dig, and invite you to join us for an exciting day on the pioneer trails!
Behind the scenes, the hostesses prepare for another author roast, fighting like wild cougars amongst themselves. With barely enough room to move for one, let alone three, Sharon elbows Mary out of the way, blinking wildly as she glues on her false eyelashes.
“If you’d quit primping in front of the mirror, maybe the rest of us could get in there. Come on, quit admiring your boob job. You’ve studied them from every angle. Do tell, dearie. How does one lug around all that silicone without toppling over?”
With a derisive snort, Mary thrusts out her fake jugs, her hand on her ample hip. Just as she is about to spout out something quite nasty, her sage green gingham dress rips down the center, exposing her fake knockers.
Open mouth and stunned mute, Sharon and Lyn stare. So shocked is Lyn, her eyes pop wide open, causing her blinding purple contact lenses to fly out, falling into one of her gigantic lace-up Granny boots. Mary, momentarily forgetting about her dilemma, gapes at the size of Lyn’s feet. “Wow, who knew they cut patent leather that big. Did you have to pay extra, sweetie?”
Lyn, hissing, manages to locate her lenses. And after cleaning them and popping them back into her eyeballs, she scowls at Mary for insulting her feet. But when they see Sharon, her petite, willowy frame bent over in an attempt to glue on her false eyelashes, they break into fits of giggles. Tongues clucking caddishly, they whisper, “If she didn’t buy her dress two sizes two small, maybe her bubble butt wouldn’t resemble a side of beef!”
Sharon, finally getting the glue to stick, hurls on them, fire in her eyes. “Something funny?”
“Nothing,” they choke back the tears. But when Oliver bangs on the door, telling them it’s show time, they pull themselves together like the professionals they are.
Zing! A bullet hisses through the camp, followed by another just as Sharon, Lyn and Mary step out of the covered wagon. Sharon’s cheeks turn a fiery shade of crimson, matching her pretty prairie dress with petite white flowers and ribbons. She turns to Mary, who is clutching the paisley rag scarf at her throat to cover the rip in her green gingham dress. Lyn has taken cover behind the chuck wagon, but her flashy purple pioneer skirt and big feet give her away.
Oliver, dressed in a denim shirt and chaps, cowboy hat tipped over one eye, has shotgun at the ready. Satisfied nothing’s coming, he continues to cook over the blazing stones and rocks the women folk have gathered.The hostesses set up a table for the celebration, the scent of salt pork and beans singeing the air. He is also roasting weenies, marshmallows and s’mores, along with buttery biscuits. The scent of strong , chicory coffee permeates the campsite.
But suddenly, the air changes. Cuddles and Junior, their little bandanas rustling in the brisk mountain breeze, begin racing in circles
And then they see it, a group of riders approaching in a cloud of dust.
“Injuns!” Mary screeches. “We’re gonna all get scalped!”
“I betcha it’s the Duke,” Sharon assures them. “Marion will come to the rescue.”
“Fools!” Lyn hisses. “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s the Riders of the Purple Sage!”
But just as they are about to take cover in the chuck wagon, Ginger Simpson appears on the chestnut stallion in the lead. Whooping it up, she waves with one of her fringed gauntlet gloved hands and grins. Leaping off her horse, she looks sassy and sporty in her rose-colored split riding skirt, Nel riding blouse, rhinestone-trimmed cowgirl hat and strappy snake-skin boots.
Come and sit a spell, rustle up some grub and join us for the Pioneer Adventure.
Blurb from WHITE HEART, LACOTA SPIRIT
Caught between the world of red and white, how will Grace Cummings choose?
A normal morning turns to disaster when a small war party attacks Grace Cummings’family and slaughters everyone but her.
She returns to the Lakota camp filled with hatred, anger and fear, but through the help of another white woman in camp, learns the Lakota way. Broken treaties, dead buffalo, and the white man's foray of gold in the sacred hills give the people reason to defend themselves. When white soldiers invade the camp and presume to rescue Grace, she must decide where her heart lies.
Papa scraped the last speck of egg from his plate and set it aside. “I s’pect Kev and me’ll find gold any day now. People are discoverin’ it all around us. When we make our strike, we can find some land and build a real house. It’s sure to happen soon… afore summer is past and the weather turns cold. In fact, Sassy, you and yer ma might want to start gatherin’ fair-sized stones and rocks for our fireplace.”
He pointed to the lean-to, still in progress. “In the meantime, Kev and I will finish our temporary shelter, so we can spread out a bit.”
No more climbing in and out of a wagon to sleep. Grace clapped. “Oh, Papa, that sounds so good.”
She sobered and flashed the look that always won him over…the half-pout, wistful gaze. “When we finally settle in our real house, it will be near a town, won’t it? Otherwise, how do you expect me to be courted out here in the middle of nowhere?”
“I’m not so sure I want you to be cour...” He jerked around and looked over his shoulder. “Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Kevin asked.
“I hear it, Papa,” Grace chimed in. “Sounds like yelling.”
Her father stood and scanned the horizon. He pointed. “Look. There!”
A group of riders emerged from a dust cloud in the distance. The yelling grew louder as they came closer.
The furrows in her father’s brow frightened Grace. “What is it, Papa?”
He darted for the wagon. “It’s Injuns! Hurry! You two women get inside and keep low. Kevin, get yer rifle!”
Grace’s heartbeat quickened and fear clutched her chest, making it hard to breathe. She’d heard about savages, but never saw one up close. She didn’t want to.
Her mother stood frozen in place. Grace grabbed her hand and pulled. “C’mon, Mama, we’d better do as Papa says.”
They ran around to the back of the wagon, and her mother boosted her up and over the closed tailgate. Grace dove inside, her mind filled with horrible thoughts. Would she get scalped or worse…were they all going to die?
All the while, piercing yells sliced the air while thundering hooves pounded the ground. Realizing her mother hadn’t followed, Grace rose up on her knees and peeked outside.
A pack of whooping Indians rode round and round the wagon, their voices creating a din of eerie screams while bullets exploded. The hair on Grace’s arms stood on end. She covered her ears, crouched against the sidewall and prayed the savages would go away.
Question: Where would you hide if riders were coming for you?
Ginger will grant one lucky winner a prize. Good luck!
An author of mainly historical novels, Ginger has dabbled in other genres but migrates back to her comfort zone because those are the characters who are in her head, clamoring 24/7 for their stories to be told. White Heart, Lakota Spirit, the sequel to her debut novel, Prairie Peace, is re-releasing from MoonGypsy
press next month, but in a much improved format. A benefit to continued writing is "learning" and she's applied her lessons to strengthen this story of a woman kidnapped by marauding Indians. Retired, Ginger has tons of time to write, but her grandson, Spencer, loves spending time with his "Nee Nee," and he's the most important guy in her life...right next to Kelly.
White Heart, Lakota Spirit
Coming Soon from Moon Gypsy Press
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