Katie's Journey -- Old Amarillo WEWRIWA - COMING Sept 3!

 Welcome back to the trail!

On some level, she knew she was on the verge of tears. They burned in her throat and blurred his already fuzzy face even more so. “Oh Peter, I miss you already.”

Somewhere nearby, an out-of-place coffee pot clanged against a rock. Katie could feel herself trying to wake, but fought to stay asleep. To stay with her Peter. More foggy now, Peter’s fading face just smiled his trademark patient, knowing smile. “Stay with me,” she rasped, emotion evident in her throaty words.

Peter’s mouth began to move again, giving rise to his disjointed and strangely echoing response. “I love you, Katie Knepp. No matter where you are. I love you.”

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The fourth and final installment of the Indian Em'ly Saga is here . . . and just .99 cents! This is by far my favorite of the series, and I hope it will be yours too. Get yours here! 

BLURB

Twelve-year-old Knocks Down and his little sister, Cactus Flower, manage to escape the evil orphanage along with a new pale face friend, Kid McCoy. But once they escape, they are set upon by a gang of murdering claim jumpers who steal Cactus and leave Knocks Down for dead. 

Determined to find his little sister, Knocks Down gets to the nearest town where they’ve taken her, only to discover she has been sold as a slave! With Kid McCoy’s help, Knocks Down goes after her. Escaping once more, they encounter an old nemesis, a soldier from the nearby fort that was responsible for their mother’s death—and he’s set on seeing Knocks Down and Cactus Flower dead, as well. 

How can a boy defeat a battle-hardened soldier? Just when Knocks Down is about to give up, the biggest surprise of all changes everything on THE JOURNEY HOME…

EXCERPT

    The day passed quickly and in relative silence until Kid realized something. “Say Chief, where is it we’re headed, anyway?”
    I scanned the foreign horizon, an odd feeling suddenly gripping my backbone. “South,” I whispered, “back home, to the land of the Comanche.” Without thinking, I dropped to a crouch and let every sound fade away. Chirping birds, whistling wind, even the breath of Cactus and Kid. Every sound disappeared except the one that had pricked my ear and shot the rash of tingles in the first place. 
    “Something has happened nearby.” 
    Cactus slipped her hand into mine. “I hear it, too. Let’s go.”
    Kid scratched his head. “What’d I miss? I don’t hear nothin’.”

    By the time we arrived at what was left of the pale face camp, Kid heard it too. The dog’s whimpering had grown louder with each step, and more mournful. There hadn’t been but six people in camp, two of them children, and no survivors. The dog, a hulking black beast with pointed ears, low hips and a long tail, lay by the body of the girl. Whining, he licked her face and nuzzled her hands, as if trying to wake her from a deep sleep.

WeWriWa - 8/16/15 - Old Amarillo / Katie's Journey / Release Party Info!

Welcome back to this week's ten-sentence snippet from OLD AMARILLO, coming to the world on September 3rd. Click here if you would like to be a part of my blog tour, September 4-11, courtesy of Loving the Book blog tours. I would be honored to be hosted by my WeWriWa friends! Find my launch party on the 3rd of September here!

Without further ado, here we go, back into Michaela Dawson's sleepy camp, on the way to Elizabethtown, Illinois. 

His face, fuzzy in its dreamlike state but still handsome as ever, filled her sleep-heavy mind. The blue-eyed dimpled face with the fading scar through the eyebrow, framed by those blonde waves that shone golden in the sunlight whenever he removed his felt hat. Peter. The face she’d hoped to wake to every day for the rest of her life, for as long as God saw fit…her Peter.

If only he had proposed forever. Katie’s heart ached deep in her chest, despite it only being a dream. “Peter,” she whispered, longing pulling at the end of his precious name. “Peter.”

His mouth, upturned at the ends ever so slightly, began to move. “Katie.”

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WeWriWa - August 8, 2015 - Katie's Journey in Old Amarillo

Welcome back to Katie's Journey as we find out what kind of trouble Katie can get into along the trail to Texas and as we've seen . . . it's quite a lot!

Let's jump back onto that log at Michaela Dawson's camp and see what happens next. 

With a reassuring pat, Michaela began again, not giving her time to respond. “Don’t worry darlin’. You’ll ride with us into Elizabethtown and I’ll give you a new bag, one that doesn’t smell like a coyote’s dinner. Once we arrive, if you are still of a mind to get to Texas, I’ll buy you a ticket on a railroad and lend you our scout, Johnny Tyler. He’s due to meet us in Elizabethtown tomorrow. That way, I’ll rest easy knowing you made it to your destination safely.”

Katie mumbled an ever-polite thank you as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Michaela led her to a bedroll beside the fire and began to sing. A strange song, Katie thought, as she drifted off to sleep. Something about a colored rose in a place called San Antone.

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July 2, 2015 -- Old Amarillo (Amish Journeys #1) -- Katie's Journey

Welcome back to Michaela Dawson's camp on the trail in Old Amarillo (Amish Journeys#1) where Katie is learning some harsh lessons about trail life. 

Michaela sobered. “Katie, you feed them and they associate you with food. How long do you think it’ll take a starvin’ coyote to figure out a human and the food from a human are the same thing?”

Katie shrugged, feeling supremely ignorant.

Gently, Michaela continued. “In its mind, wouldn’t take much to make the human the food, way I figure it.”

Michaela’s logic sank like a stone in Katie’s gut. She began to shake.

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WeWriWa - July 26, 2015 - Katie's Journey - Old Amarillo

Welcome back y'all! Last week, we met Michaela Dawson and saw her impact on our timid yet adventuresome Katie Knepp as Katie leaves the Gasthof settlement and heads to Texas  . . .  alone Katie just admitted to flinging her dinner on the trail. Let's see if we can find us a seat on the log and get a helping of gritty beans and see what happens next!

Michaela cocked her head, sending the shadows from the firelight bouncing across her angled features. “Really?”

Katie helped herself to another heaping bite. “When those coyotes surrounded me, right before I saw your camp, I figured they smelled the venison my sister packed for my dinner. So I gave the steaks a fling into the brush and ran.”

Slapping her leg, Michaela let loose with a whoop. “You fed the coyotes? My dear girl, you’re lucky they didn’t eat you alive!”

Katie pondered this and cleaned her plate of the gritty beans. “But they’d already had my steaks, what would they want with me?”

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WeWriWa -COVER REVEAL - Katie's Journey in Old Amarillo

Welcome to this week's snippet from OLD AMARILLO and surprise! Here's the brand spankin' new cover! <3 

Now, without further ado, where were we last week . . . oh yes, in Michaela Dawson's camp on the trail, complete with coyotes, impending darkness, and gritty beans. 

Michaela couldn’t have been much older than her own mother and she had an inviting air about her. With her long almond colored hair tied back in plaits beneath a straw hat and a denim skirt that reached her ankles, Michaela looked the part of an English cattle woman.

Another popping shot, closer this time, sent Katie’s plate of gritty beans into the dirt at her feet. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she stammered, scrambling to pick up what she could salvage, hear heart pounding in her ears. “I would offer to share my dinner with you to make up for my dropping yours, but I haven’t any left that aren’t crumbs.”

“It’s alright Katie, I’ll get you more,” Michaela said, ladling another helping of beans onto a clean plate. “You seemed mighty hungry, did you drop your dinner on the trail?”

Katie dug into the heap of gritty beans. “No ma’am,” she managed through the mouthful of beans. “I threw it.”

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WeWriWa - Old Amarillo - Katie's Journey 7/12/15

Welcome back to Katie's journey in my forthcoming release, Old Amarillo (Amish Journeys #1).  Last week, Katie had burst into Michaela Dawson's camp and enjoyed a pan of gritty beans while politely declining a ride back to her quaint Amish village. Let's see what happens next . . .

Michaela’s eyebrows arched skyward. “Well, best of luck to you, there's a mess of problems down south. If the bank robbers don’t get you, the grippe will.” She chugged a drink from a silver cup. “We’re headed even farther north, to Montana, ourselves . . . we inherited a cattle ranch.” She drained her drink and let the cup dangle between her knees. “We have until the end of the month to claim it, otherwise it goes to the next of kin and that rich old goat wouldn’t know what to do with a cow other than fart around and get himself stepped on.” Shaking her head, Michaela continued. “He’d wind up getting mad at his own incompetence and selling off the whole ranch before he even realized what he had.” She smiled, breaking her tanned face into a freckled mess of weathered wrinkles.

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WeWriWa - Old Amarillo - July 5, 2015 - Katie's Journey

Hello everyone and thanks for stopping by! Finally settled in Oklahoma, with the cancer doc appointment out of the way, and with reliable internet FINALLY hooked up, I think we are ready to carry on with our eight to ten sentence snippets of Old Amarillo, which will be comin' atcha from 5 Prince Publishing on September 3 of this year.

Now to find out why Katie is out on the trail all alone, at night.

Tears burned the back of Katie’s throat. “I’m Katie Knepp, my family lives back up the road a bit in Gasthof Village.”

Michaela nodded, filling her plate with a ladle of beans. “Ah yes, the Amish settlement.” Plucking up a fork, she sat down on a long log and motioned for Katie to join her. “Do you need a ride home, Katie Knepp?”

Taking the proffered seat, Katie shoveled in a forkful of beans, suddenly feeling the effects of her trip in her growling stomach. The beans were gritty, as though they’d been cooked beneath the Dawson family’s covered wagon as they traveled throughout the day. Forcing the bite past the lump in her throat, Katie struggled to remember her manners. “No ma’am, but thank you . . . I’m headed south,” her voice cracked a bit, “to Texas.”

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MD Anderson, Baby Sharks, and Tiny Goats

Well, I failed again on my eight sentences for Sunday. Part of the reason is I was too dog-tired to even open my computer while the other part is I got off track on my days and forgot it was Sunday! My scheduler for posts has never worked on here, thus rendering me gone another week. However, I have interesting stories to share with you as a result as my most recent MD Anderson visit.

As many of you know, I have to be seen at MD Anderson in Houston every three months as the result of a cancer diagnosis that shook my world just under a year ago -- it shook my world alright, and saved my life. Sound strange? It does to me, too, which is why I had to write about it, just to make it make sense. That book is almost done :-)

Well, check out some of our adventures while there . . .

We braved the beaches at the end of a jetty in Galveston . . .  this picture was taken just before my daughter's foot was stung by a jellyfish (we still don't know what kind) and we had our first encounter with a fin in the water . . .

This baby Bonnethead shark flopped up on the beach right behind the kids and me, at my husband and son's feet. I immediately snatched him up for a photo op. He was so sweet and precious!! I wondered how anyone could ever be scared of them. Then again, he was just a baby. I put him back in the water, he swam back to my feet . . . several times. The surf was so rough. Finally, I think he made it back out to the sea. I watched and watched for that sweet little fin.

Before my appointment, we made our pilgrimage to the Rain Forest Cafe. Not for the food, but for the river ride in the back! We had just come out of the ocean and were soaking wet and shivering in this picture!

After my appointment, and a good report (of only some changes, but none cancerous . . . back in three months) we lit out for Dallas where these beautiful kids were waiting for us! We named them Banana and Carrot. We are set to get two more in August. <3 

And that brings us to an end :-) Hopefully -- now that I have reliable internet, the appointment out of the way, and a desk to work from, I will see you here Sunday for eight sentences :-)

Hello from our new Home-uh!

I have missed the last three weeks of eight-sentence posts and I would like to answer a few of the questions I received via email, right here on my blog! 

A sweeping storm coming in from the north

First of all, thank you so much for getting in touch and making me feel missed and loved. <3 We were in the process of moving from our home in the deep recesses of west Texas back to our favorite part of friendly, green, and historic Oklahoma. Thus the reason for my cheeky title -- Oklahoma, our new home-uh . . . get it? :-) 

Secondly, we have been here about three weeks and we just were hooked up to internet today. How we managed working just off our phones is a minor miracle, but we survived! It is good to be back online. 

Here are a few of the things that have changed in the three weeks since I saw you last . . . 

We gained some pets, 17 exactly. All Easter Egger hens, arrived to us two days old. Each one has a name, courtesy of my daughter, who will be raising them. I may hold a contest later to see who can guess them with some creative hints. Right now, they live in a brooder box that Dear Hubby built just for them (we call it Chicken Palace) between the laundry room and the hallway. (The garage was too hot!)

Soon, these two cuties will be joining us, too!

 


 Banana to the left and Carrot to the right. They'll be here in early July to join the brood!


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WeWriWa - Old Amarillo (Amish Journeys #1) - May 31, 2015

Welcome back to Katie's journey in this week's snippet from my forthcoming Amish novel, Old Amarillo, Amish Journeys #1. Last week, Katie narrowly escaped a pack of starving coyotes as she trekked along the trail to Texas at twilight by flinging her venison dinner at them and running for a distant campfire . . . 

Katie shook her head and accepted the plate. A sudden, foreign popping sound from suffocating darkness behind them made her jump.

            “I’m Michaela. Michaela Dawson. That’s my husband Jake and my son Logan you heard there.”

            Confusion narrowed Katie’s eyes.

            Michaela grinned. “They’re keeping those pesky coyotes at bay.” Her blue eyes, wide with curiosity, sparkled in the firelight. “What may I ask are you doing out on the trail . . . all alone, at night?” 

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WeWriWa - 5/24/15 - Old Amarillo (Amish Journeys #1)

Welcome back to Katie's journey in my forthcoming Amish novel, Old Amarillo, Amish Journeys #1, releasing September 3 from 5 Prince Publishing. We left Katie alone last week as the friendly howls of the coyotes that had joined her on the trail turned from musical to sinister.

In the distance, a flickering glow caught her attention. “A campfire!” Plunging her hand into her bag, Katie produced the venison steaks her twin sister Annie had packed for her as she’d broken the news of her travels to their parents.

            Heaving them behind her and not bothering with the biscuits or pie, she ignored the snarling and snapping that ensued almost immediately and took off at a dead run toward the glow of salvation on the horizon.

            “Welcome Miss, won’t you come and join us?” The English woman’s smiling voice was almost as warm as the fire when Katie burst into the camp unannounced. “Coyotes are awful bad tonight. Heard tale myself that they’re being driven north from the devastating drought down south . . . hungry things, they are.” The kindly English woman held out a dented tin plate to Katie. “Have you eaten darlin’?” 

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WeWriWa - 5/17/15 - Old Amarillo (Amish Journeys #1)

Welcome back to Katie's journey on this beautiful May day as we see what the coyotes have in store for Katie as she tries to make her way from her Old Order Amish home in Gasthof Village, Indiana to the wilds of west Texas . . .

The coyote pup's fluffy body seemed too large for its tiny head as it paused and looked at her through wide, wild eyes. Then, stumbling over its too-large feet, the young coyote disappeared into the brush that lined the trail.

            Katie giggled. “Go on silly baby, go and find your family . . . they’re all around us.”

            She’d only continued a few more steps before the howls silenced and the feeling of being watched became almost too much to bear. As darkness deepened the sky’s hue, Katie remembered the supper in her bag just as the whuffing sound of curious coyotes met her ears.

            Icy fingers of fear clawed at her stomach as the feeling that came with the coyotes around her changed from strangely cheerful and probing to strangely hungry and hunted. Maybe I should just start for home now and forget any thought of Texas. If I walk quickly, I could even run, and I’ll leave the food for these animals . . . Katie whirled on her heel, ignoring the yellow eyes that peered at her from the lengthening shadows. A low growl roiled out of the surrounding understory.

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WeWriWa - Old Amarillo - May 10, 2015

Welcome back to Katie's journey. I hope you enjoy this eight sentence snippet from my forthcoming Amish novel, Old Amarillo (Amish Journeys, #1), coming September 3 from 5 Prince Publishing.

Without further ado, let's rejoin our atypical Amish girl, Katie, on the trail to Texas from her home in Gasthof Village, Indiana.

. Instantly, a choir of yips encircled her with their echoing sounds. Katie froze and scanned the world around her. Nothing was out of place and there wasn’t one tell-tale tail, or much less a hair, giving rise to any suspicion of her stumbling into the midst of a pack of coyotes.

            The sky to the west was a splash of pastel colors and a shudder raced down her spine as the incessant yipping continued in varying octaves. Glancing over her shoulder, Katie pointed her nose skyward into the falling darkness and let out a lingering howl. At once, the coyotes silenced before filling the skies with a chorus of haunting howls in answer.

            “What beautiful music they make,” Katie mused, continuing down the trail and pushing thoughts of her brokenhearted mother down deep in her soul. From seemingly nowhere, a gray pup scampered across the trail in front of her. 


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Old Amarillo(Amish Journeys#1) -- WeWriWa -- 5/3/15

Welcome back to Katie's journey! Please feel free to scroll down in blog posts to read Old Amarillo from the beginning! Remember, Old Amarillo is releasing in print and digital formats from 5 Prince Publishing on September 3 of this year! This blog gives you a sneak peek into the book and allows you the chance to fall in love with  Katie, Peter, and all they encounter on their journey before anyone else! Stay tuned for a cover reveal party, as well!

Let us not waste any more time and rejoin our heroine on the dusky twilight trail in 1890, just outside outside of Gasthof Village, Indiana . . .

Carefully, she tucked the taxing strings into the nape of her hand-hewn dress. I could just take my covering off and stow it in my apron, Katie thought.

            Guilt at simply having the thought niggled in her stomach. Even though she was well away from the watchful eyes of her Amish village, it still didn’t feel right to take the white gauzy prayer covering off completely. She gave it a pat as another of what was most likely her mother’s shrieks met her ears. “God, please hear my prayer –”

            As quickly as it gusted, the breeze died off, leaving Katie alone in a vast and eerie calm. The yip of a coyote replaced the melancholy laments of her mother, now lost without the breeze to carry them. 

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Old Amarillo, Amish Journeys #1, WEWRIWA 4/26/15

Welcome back to 1890 Gasthof Village, Indiana. Without further ado, let's see what has Katie Knepp's Old Order Amish mother diving off the hand-laid porch after her, only to be caught by her father. This excerpt is from Old Amarillo (Amish Journeys #1), coming September 3 from 5 Prince Publishing. 

“Don’t let her leave us! She’s like to get killed Jeremiah, don’t let my baby go.”

            The stone-like expression of her father’s bearded face and empty, broken eyes haunted her mind, giving her a shiver down her backbone. Something told her she’d never see her beloved parents again. Still, she had to go.

            A sudden burst of wind sent the covering strings lashing across her face again. This time, they stung. “God, please comfort my mother and give her heart peace over my decision and help her to understand that I consulted You in prayer before even considering this journey.” 

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WeWriWa -Old Amarillo (Amish Journeys #1) - April 19, 2015

Welcome to the inaugural post for Weekend Writing Warriors on my new Amish-only blog! I'm glad you're here. This week's eight sentence excerpt comes from my next Amish novel, Old Amarillo (Amish Journeys #1), releasing from 5 Prince Publishing September 3rd. Enjoy!

Gasthof Village, Indiana

1890

As the sun sank lower in the sky and the farther she got from the safety of Gasthof Village, each step on the rutty clods seemed to hurt more than the last. What were you thinking, Katie Knepp?

            The cool Indiana breeze that had been kissing her ankles and cheeks switched direction without warning, whipping her covering strings across her lips. Somewhere in the distance, her mother’s pitiful moans and hysterical shrieks were still audible.

            “I’m sorry Mama,” Katie whispered, batting the troublesome strings from her in front of her face. She hadn’t known what to expect when she told her parents she was leaving their safe and secluded world, bound for the wilds of Texas, but she certainly hadn’t expected her mother’s reaction.

            “Don’t let my baby go Jeremiah,” she’d screamed as Katie descended, like a whipped pup, down the hand-laid wooden porch after delivering her news. In atypical Amish fashion, her mother had made a dive for her from the top step, only to be expertly intercepted by her father. 

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Old Amarillo (Amish Journeys #1)

Wonderful news! Old Amarillo (Amish Journeys #1) has been accepted for publication by 5 Prince Publishing! Set to be released September 3, 2015, I wanted to give you a little sneaky peek into what's to come!

Old Amarillo (Amish Journeys #1)

Disillusioned and feeling there is more to life than can be found on her family's Indiana farm, atypical Amish girl Katie Knepp bucks tradition and leaves everything behind, bound for a supposed Mennonite settlement that's rumored to be settled around Old Amarillo, Texas. 

During her epic overland struggle, Katie discovers friendship even in the ever-present outlaw element, a strength in herself she'd never dreamed she possessed, and those in her past who refuse to become unwilling memories. 

Katie's story isn't Amish nor is it western . . . it is uniquely Texan. 

Come back next Sunday for a little snippet from Old Amarillo!

Welcome!

Welcome to my newest blog, dedicated to all of my Amish works. Sit back, enjoy, and take a little stroll down the wide, Amish lanes of yesteryear with some of the most interesting characters of the Amish genre -- all of whom are based in fact!