Barkerville about 1865
Here is a rhyme covering some of
the story that appears in the novel “Partners”. No, it is not about the current
trend to marry members of the same gender.
Wagon and three up on Cariboo Road
I suppose it could be likened to
some of the couples one sees, of all genders, who, at first glance one might
suspect have no business uniting. Some do make a viable couple and some do not.
This is a rhyme of six stanzas and
therefore cannot cover all that is presented in a story of 246 pages which
includes references to the wide Canadian Prairies, murder, genocide,
renegades/outlaws, “manifest destiny”, Cree and Blackfoot, the early
assassination of a policeman (murder again), vigilantes, gold mining, and self
defense. It does give a fair idea of how I started the story; the unlikely
joining of young and old, tenderfoot and “cheekako”, diplomat and attacker.
Calvenos Claim on Lowhee Creek
The video (not the best of those
available but not the worst) trailer is at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6LEqjRHCDQ
And the novel itself can be found by clicking on the
“Partners” cover off to the right.
Or at amazon.com/author/dmmcgowan at Barnes & Nobel, Indigo and Cole’s
It,
as with my other novels is also available in a variety of digital formats.
The reason for the Barkerville pictures is that is where the
story ends … and the one I’m working on with the same characters and some new
troubles, begins.
As always,
leave a comment. Even if you don’t like what you read I’d like to know about it
and why.
“Partners” overview
By D.M. McGowan
He was an educated man, Thomas Brash by name
Raised for the British Army to follow his father’s fame
Born in Upper Canada ,
the eastern Loyalist land
Then sent across the sea, military school, England
He had served in several stations, Europe ,
Africa and such
But found the land
of Hind demanded just too much.
He left the British Army returned to his Kingston
home
Taught school, married and farmed and vowed no more to roam
But fate stepped in to change the future he had planned,
Cholera took the family, he burned the house, left the land.
He wandered to the west perhaps thinking life was done
More than thirty years of effort and everything was gone.
But out there on the plains he found someone he could help
Perhaps some master plan? He’d play the cards he was dealt.
Two wandering strangers as different as they could be
Can each survive the other’s thoughts and company?
Renegades, Blackfoot and psychopaths they face
The elements alone are hard on the human race
Indian wars and killers, all the across the west
Such is their future where simple living is a test.
From different places and different teachings
Perhaps these two are over reaching
But it takes bold people to build a land
And different ideas build one that stands
Mucho Oro Claim
Pulling over for traffic on the Cariboo Road ...
Which usually necessitated a visit
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