Inlanders of the Pacific Northwest are resilient during
Prohibition, making moonshine or riding the rails or dancing for
money or smuggling liquor across the Canadian border. Some go to
prison or are shot and killed. The lucky ones have the thrill and
distraction of falling in love.
Be inspired by the optimism, ingenuity, and perseverance of
everyday people. The struggle from farm and a sod house to flapper
fun, dance halls, drinking houses and serenades on Loon Lake,
Washington, where a lake cabin is built in 1928 that becomes the
author’s sanctuary. A combination of memoir, family history
and fiction based on oral legend.
Ida had been attracted to his
daring, mischievous, wide-eyed enthusiasm for the future. “What’s
the worst that could happen?” he would ask and distract her with a
squeeze, a kiss or a twirl before she could
answer. It had felt like his attitude could
overcome anything, that they would always be happy together though
she wasn’t entirely sure that she could trust him.
When the bottom dropped out of the wheat industry,
he thought of his family’s old moonshine recipe called
Perseverance. He had all that wheat, and a little shine could take
the sting out of hard times.
Walking unescorted into
the Marie Antoinette Ballroom at the Davenport
Hotel as if she owned the
place, fringe whipping with her walk, she thought about the thrill
of a clean, handsome man holding out his hand to lead her onto the
dancefloor. No one would ever question her presence on a
dancefloor. It was her home.
At the Cambridge Idaho
Fair, with borrowed chaps and spurs, Joe willed his twelve-year-old
body to relax into the saddle of a small Appaloosa born to buck. It
was a hot day. He said a quick prayer, “Please Lord, keep me
whole,” and wiped his damp hand on his shirt before wrapping it
with the rope that would become his anchor. He leaned back, lifted
his heels above the horse’s shoulders keeping the spurs turned
inward and raised his left hand in the air.
First jump out of the
chute, the horse stiffened his front legs
and kicked his back legs to
the moon, fully extended. It bucked left and right, and twirled
around, kicking like crazy. Joe rode the beat, could feel the
beginning of each move, predicted the action. Eight seconds seemed
a long time, the horn sounded, Joe reached out to the pick-up man
and dismounted just as his horse turned and kicked once more,
cracking Joe’s leg.
Outstanding historical novel that weaves the experiences of its
memorable characters with intriguing factual historical detail. It
includes many moving scenes and is a wonderful celebration of the
fortitude of those who lived during the era covered. Highly
recommended. -- Edith Wairimu, Readers’ Favorite
Shea is one heck of a
storyteller! Vivid character building and seamless dialog, a story
packed with love, endurance and faith. So much more positive than
the other stories of this time period. You’ll love
it. –A. O’Mohondro,
A good historical time and tale
not often told in the mainstream historical novel.
–Pacific Northwest Writers