Welcome back,
Margaret. Do you have a favorite genre to write? If so, what is it?
I write historical romance for two reasons. Every theme known
to mankind can be explored through two people falling in love. That gives
writers a lot of leeway. I set my novels in the Old West because everything
that is happening now, happened back then (even pandemics). How people handled
the problems in the past and, yes, even thrived, is encouraging and can give us
hope.
If you didn’t live in
the part of the country where you do, where would you live?
I’ve been lucky to live in many parts of the country and,
though every state has its merits, I love living in California , mainly because of the weather. I
also love the extremes. My family has found memories of traipsing through the
snow to cut down a Christmas tree and stopping at a warm, sunny beach on the
way home—all within an hour’s drive.
What foreign country
would you like to visit and why?
I’ve traveled extensively, but never made it to Italy .
That’s still on my bucket list.
Describe what you
think would be the most romantic vacation you could take.
My husband and I vacationed in Paris . One moonlit night, we were taking a
romantic cruise along the Seine . Then the most
unromantic thing happened. A group of hooligans dumped a barrel of oil on our
boat as we came from underneath a bridge, and we were drenched. No more boat
rides for me.
That’s terrible. Tell
us about The Outlaw’s Daughter.
Ellie-May has fought all her life to prove that she’s not
like her outlaw father. Not until her husband dies a hero, does she finally
earn the town’s respect. This changes when Texas Ranger Matt Taggert rides into
town and accuses her late husband of robbing a stage. Now she must fight to
save her children from the stigma of an outlaw father.
Please give us the
first page of the book
Haywire, Texas
1887
“Hold it right there, mister!”
Matt Taggert froze in place. The woman’s voice sounded
serious, as did the metallic click announcing she was armed.
Not wanting to alarm her, he held his hands out where they
could be seen and turned to face her, taking it nice and easy like.
The owner of the voice stood at the entrance of the barn,
the sun behind her back. The woman was small in stature but nonetheless looked like
she meant business. Least her shotgun sure enough did.
Loosely braided hair the color of silken corn fell from
beneath a floppy felt hat. Keen blue eyes looked him up and down, stopping
momentarily to study the Colt hanging from his side and the badge on his
leather vest. Apparently, nothing she saw relieved her mind as her weapon
remained pointed at his chest.
“You can put your shotgun down, ma’am,” he said. “I mean you
no harm.”
Matt’s assurances won him no favor, and the shotgun didn’t
budge. “What are you doing, snooping ’round my property?” she demanded.
“Name’s Taggert. Matt Taggert ,
Texas Ranger,” he said. When even
his name and profession didn’t convince her to lower her weapon, he added, “I’m
looking for Neal Blackwell. I knocked on the door of the house, but there was
no answer. Thought maybe I’d find him here in the barn.”
“Well, you thought wrong, mister.”
He studied the woman with narrowed eyes. “If you don’t mind
my asking, ma’am, who am I speaking to?”
“I’m Mrs. Blackwell.”
“Mrs.—” That was a surprise. If her husband did indeed rob a
stage, he sure in blazes hadn’t spent any of the stolen loot on his wife. Her
sinewy body looked like it had been shaped by hard work and even harder times.
If that wasn’t bad enough, her dress had enough patches to shingle a roof. The
scuffed leather boots showing beneath the frayed hem of her skirt fared no
better.
Nor did the animals in the barn, which included one skinny
milk cow and a swaybacked mare.
Nevertheless, the woman earned his begrudging respect.
Despite her shabby attire, she held herself with a quiet dignity that seemed at
odds with her circumstances. He sensed that her squared shoulders stemmed from
hard-earned inner strength.
“I need to talk to your husband,” he said.
Some emotion he couldn’t decipher flickered across her face.
“Well, you won’t find him here.”
“If you’ll kindly tell me where I can find him, I’ll be on
my way.”
Suspicion clouded her eyes, and he could almost see the
cogwheels turning in her head. “What business does a Texas Ranger have with
Neal?”
Before he could answer, a boy no older than five or six
appeared by her side and tugged on her apron. “Mama?”
Dressed in knee pants and a checkered red shirt, the child
peered at Matt from beneath a black slouch hat. A handsome lad, he had his
mother’s blond hair and big blue eyes. He also matched his mother’s determined
demeanor.
Matt grimaced. He hadn’t counted on Blackwell being a family
man. Nothing worse than having to arrest a man in front of his children. It was
bad enough cuffing one in the presence of his wife. But if Blackwell couldn’t
answer Matt’s questions, arresting him was a real possibility.
The woman’s stance didn’t waver, but her voice softened as
she addressed her son. “Go back to the house, Lionel. Mama’s busy right now.”
Before leaving, the boy looked Matt up and down, curiosity
written on his little round face. “Is he a bad man, Mama?”
“Let’s hope for his sake he’s not,” his mama replied. “Now,
go.”
Lionel’s face grew more solemn as his probing eyes met Matt’s.
Matt winked in hopes of relieving the boy’s mind, but the stoic look remained.
Never had Matt seen a child so young look so serious.
“Go,” his mother repeated, and this time Lionel left without
further ado.
Mrs. Blackwell gave her shotgun a shake as if to remind Matt
she meant business. “You still haven’t told me what you want with Neal.”
Matt couldn’t think of a tactful way to explain his
business, so he came right out with it. “I need to talk to him about a stage
robbery that took place last year.”
Her gaze sharpened. “Why?”
Partly because of the shotgun and partly because something
about the woman brought out his protective instincts, Matt chose his next words
with care. “I have reason to believe your husband has…certain information that
would be helpful in my investigation.”
She discounted his explanation with a toss of her head. “Why
would you think such a thing?”
“I’m not at liberty to say, ma’am. Least not till I talk to
your husband.”
Her blue eyes narrowed. “If you think Neal had anything to do
with that robbery, then you’re barking up the wrong tree.”
“That may be true,” he said slowly. “But I still need to
talk to him. It’s the only way I can wrap up my business and—”
“You’ll wrap up your business a whole lot quicker if you
just leave now.”
I love what I’ve read
so far. How can readers find you on the Internet?
Thank you, Margaret,
for sharing this book with my blog readers and me. I’m eager to read the rest
of the story.
Readers, here are links to the book.
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21 comments:
Ellie-May sounds like life has made a strong woman out of her. I like her spunk. Thanks for sharing the interview, excerpt & giveaway. Stay safe. Happy Mother's Day!
Robin in NC
This cover makes me smile. Thank you for sharing. Blessings from WV. Have a blessed and happy weekend.
Hi Robin in NC. Yes, life has made her strong and she gives our dashing hero a run for the money. Happy Mother's Day to you, too!
Hi Lucy, I like the cover, too. The publisher did a great job capturing the spirit of the book. Blessings to you, too.
I really enjoy Margaret's books, thank you for the chance to win a copy of one.
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Great cover and sounds like a great book! Happy Mother’s Day!!!!
Oh yes, I am from Texas!
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Love the cover sounds like a great book I would love to read! Please enter me in the contest SARAH TAYLOR from Waterloo, Ohio Happy Mothers Day!
I like the description of her dress - enough patches to shingle a roof.
Kaye Whitney in Miami, Florida
I would LOVE to read another of Margaret Brownley's books. Her sense of humor is superb and it is fun to read her books.
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Here's hoping!
Hi Melanie, I just keep bumping into you all over the place. LOL
Happy Mother's Day to you, too!
Hi Sarah, thank you! I love the cover, too. Happy Mother's Day!
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I always enjoy Margaret Brownley's books. They have just the right blend of action, humor, romance, and faith. Thanks for the chance to win a copy of The Outlaw's Daughter.
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