Research drives what I write. Setting a book in Old Deadwood means I had to research. Of course!
Manning is a character in my next novel, releasing this Thursday. Character is a good way to describe him. He co-owned the Senate Saloon where Jack McCall shot Wild Bill Hickok.
But don't lump him in with other saloon owners like Al Swearengen. He was a man who wanted stability brought to Deadwood. His efforts made him an excellent lawman to include in my story. Just the man I needed to help with the secret Ross Kirwan, my hero, is living.
From The Bride Who Mines Gold:
Men in chains! Althea saw them as the stagecoach rolled to a stop. The sight did not fit
with her idea of a mining town.Those men all held shovels. Some moved mud, filling in ruts. Others laid loose stone on top of the filled holes. They tapped down the rocks.
“Manning, what do you have those men doing?”
At Luke’s call, a short man with hair slicked back around a balding head turned. He grinned above his shaggy goatee. “Must be spring. Voorhees and his stage are back.”
“Yeah, and I’m wondering if you have a set of manacles or maybe another set of those chains.”
Manning glanced to his right. He tipped his head toward the men as his gaze met that of another man with a star on his vest. He also held a shotgun. Althea guessed he was Manning’s deputy.
After the deputy nodded, Sheriff Manning stepped toward the coach. “Had trouble?”
“Yep, and I have one of the gang members with me.”
Butch had approached. At Luke’s words, he backed up a step and then two. When he turned to run, Joey stuck out a booted boot. The escaping man landed face first in the mud. Both Bill and Joey put a foot on the man’s back to keep him there.
“Your driver? How do you know he’s in Heally’s gang?”
At the mention of the name, Butch twitched and pushed upward. Bill threw himself onto the man’s back. He grabbed an arm and twisted it behind Butch’s back.
“How about those handcuffs, Sheriff?”
At Bill’s gruff question, one that was more command than query, Manning stepped forward to hand the manacles to Joey. “You boys are already dirty. My Frankie doesn’t like me bringing home muddy clothing.”
Althea spoke before she thought. “Is Frankie your son?”
Manning’s laugh made even the chain gang stop. A shout had them once more using their shovels. The people crowding near resumed walking up and down the street.
She was relieved not to have the attention focused on them. The sheriff’s lips twitched with humor as he explained, “Frankie’s my wife.”
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| The Gem Theater, Circa 1878 |
Later in the book, Manning comes up against Al Swearengen. The famous brothel owner ran The Gem, a wild and wildly popular, uh, place in Deadwood.
It's said that in its heyday, Swearengen earned ten thousand dollars each night from The Gem. Even Calamity Jane danced as part of the entertainment in that place.
Again, from The Bride Who Mines Gold:
The door burst open, bouncing off the wall. “Sheriff!” a man shouted.
“Lou, what do you mean coming in here like that?”
“You’d best come. Mrs. Doc and Al Swearengen are goin’ at it. She’s aiming that little gun of hers at him.”
Manning paused and looked toward Ross. “You don’t suppose Al—”
Ross knocked over the chair as he broke into a run.
In the street, he immediately sized up the situation. Three women wedged themselves into the mouth of a blind alley. Not only did Mrs. Doc have her pocket gun but also Mrs. Manning was there, pointing a large navy revolver at a well-dressed man with golden hair. Blondie stood behind both women.
They formed a human fence. The sheriff’s wife curled her lips back as if she were a dog who bared its fangs. Mrs. Doc glared at the bunch.“I don’t doctor anyone I shoot, boys. Remember that.”
If the situation had not been tense, Ross might have laughed at Dr. Elsie’s promise. Dr. Elsie Marsh, or Mrs. Doc, was a whirlwind of determination. Being healthy, he only knew her by rumor. What men said about her told him she would not back down from a challenge or a cause.
The woman’s belly slightly protruded, forming another barrier between the blond man and Althea. At her side, the sheriff’s wife had a baby swaddled to her chest.
“This is a good woman. You leave her alone.”
Hoots of laughter erupted at how Frankie Manning described Althea. “Good, huh? Why’s she dressed like a man?”
Ross recognized Ernie Schmidt’s voice. He had been at the mine with Heally and Arnie. Here he was, causing more trouble.
Another man yelled. “Why’s she livin’ with a man? Let Swearengen have her.”
It is wild doings in Deadwood. One would think life up on the mountain, in the woods, would be quieter. One would be wrong.
But you will have to read my book to find out more...
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| Available March 6 on Amazon. Free in KU. |
About the Book:
More than gold lies hidden in Deadwood. A woman
discovers danger and romance in The Black Hills.
Althea Mills receives a terse note informing her of her father’s death.
His partner adds no words of sympathy or mentions Mr. Mills’ share of their
claim. She knows the men have been successful. Her father had been sending
money each month to support her and her mother, so there must be gold in
Deadwood.
Desperate not to lose the money needed to support Ma, she decides on a plan.
Althea will head west to mine her share of the claim. Selling everything they
own, she and her mother board a train for Cheyenne, Wyoming.
Winter keeps them in Cheyenne. While there, her mother marries. Althea must
continue alone.
Once the mountain passes thaw, Althea takes the Cheyenne
& Deadwood Stage to head for her mine. As she travels, her confidence
grows. What could go wrong?
Close to Deadwood, bandits stop the stage and steal from the passengers. One
man meets her gaze. Althea is sure she has never seen greener eyes, eyes she
will remember.
Ross Kirwan has a problem. His employee’s daughter arrives, claiming her
father was his partner. She expects to mine the gold on his claim. Her
appearance forces him to do something he did not plan to do—he must truly mine
his claim.
The situation grows worse when a man tries to sell Althea to a Deadwood brothel
owner. Only quick action and Ross’ claim to be her fiancé stops it. A forced
marriage follows, with the bride vowing to make it temporary. Is that what they
want, an annulment?
Will his secret bring an end to their convenient marriage, or will she see him
as the man she would have chosen?
