Through words and pictures, we walk the winding trails of the untamed west. As a Wyoming Christian author, I breathe the beauty around me, transferring it to paper. I dare all to take the leap into God's country. Learn of its untold stories and reveal for yourself . . . where the wild meets the Forgiven.
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Wild Horses and the Trails of Reba Cahill Series with Janet Chester Bly
HOW TO RUN WITH WILD
Tales from the Research of the Trails
of Reba Cahill Series
Janet Chester Bly
In a scene in Book 2, Down Squash Blossom Road, a small herd of wild horses gallops across
a Nevada desert terrain and Reba Cahill drives slower to keep pace and stay
with them as long as possible.
Reba’s mother is in the car with her
and confides, “Getting close to them, it's like trying to capture all the
wildness for yourself. It pulls deep inside ... the chase, the rush, the
risk." Reba had earlier discovered her mom is known as “Wild Horse Hanna”
by the Paiutes in that region.
enjoyed the research about wild horses for this series. The legends of wild horses invade history as far back as Greek mythology,
such as Pegasus, the winged horse.And
although the four horses in Revelation 6 are somewhat tamed because they are
ridden, they bring the wildness of death, famine, war, and conquest.
Modern day wild mustangs tend to have very long-range vision, more
than a mile. Their sense of hearing is also acute, over a thousand feet away.
They prefer the plains, as long as it has grass and water. There can be as many
as fourteen in a herd. They’re often seal brown or dun, but come in many other
Wild horses fascinate the human spirit. And any tame horse is not far from being wild. Within one generation of being set loose, any group of horses take
on their instinctive wild nature.
Indians loved to ride wild horses. Usually the laggard of the
herd, not the best horse was caught. One method was to control the newly captured mustang
with a thin thong around its muzzle. When it jerked, it exerted hard pressure
on the nose. The Indian talked to the pony with grunts deep in the chest to soothe
the terrified animal. Then he passed his hands and a blanket over the pony’s
body and punished any protest with a jerk of the thong. He rested his weight on
the pony’s back, swung a leg over to mount, and off they’d go.
In Book 1, Wind in the
Wires, a different kind of method is used by one of the characters to ride a
wild horse. I’ll let you have the fun of discovering that scene.
I happen to live on the Nez Perce Reservation in north-central
Idaho. The Nez Perce tribe is very equestrian, noted for their good
horsemanship and being naturals on horseback. I love to watch, and video when I
can, any horses on the run. On Pinterest, one of my boards is named “Heavenly
Horses,” a way to capture the images of the most awesome of these creatures.
What has been your experience with wild horses?
Or have you had interesting adventures with tame ones?
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copy of her book to one winner!
(Digital or Paperback)
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About the Book: Down Squash Blossom Road
What Secret Lies Down Squash Blossom Road?
Cowgirl Reba Cahill’s schedule is full. Save the
family ranch. Free her mom from a mental institute. Solve a murder and
kidnapping. Evade a stalker. Can she also squeeze in romance?
Reba Cahill focused on the duties of the ranch,
along with her widowed grandmother. But a crippled Champ Runcie returns to
Road’s End in a wheelchair and seeks revenge for the accident that put him
there. He blames Reba's horse. Meanwhile, a letter from her estranged mom
forces her and Grandma Pearl back on the road: I can leave now. Come get me. Love, Mom
When they arrive in Reno, her mother issues a
demand and refuses to return to Idaho. They head west instead. In California,
Reba’s friend Ginny’s marriage is on the rocks. The family business is
threatened. And squabbles turn deadly.
Reba digs deep to find the courage to forge a
relationship with her mom and escape a crazed man’s obsession. She also hopes
for a future with a horse trainer who offers her a new horse to replace the one
she lost in the accident. But why does he have a photo of a pretty woman on his
About the Author: Janet Chester Bly
Janet Chester Bly is the widow of Christy Award
winning western author Stephen Bly. Together they published 120 fiction and
nonfiction books for adults and kids. Janet and their three sons finished
Stephen’s last novel, Stuart Brannon’s
Final Shot, a Selah Award Finalist. Down
Squash Blossom Road is Book 2 in the Reba Cahill contemporary western
mystery series. Book 1 is Wind in the
Wires. Find out more at www.BlyBooks.com
5 Free Chapters of Down Squash Blossom
Road, Book 2!
Falling Rock: A Short Story Once upon a time, in a small Indian
village, a brave warrior called Falling Rock fell in love with the chief’s daughter. She returned
his love and they went before the chief to ask for permission to wed. “You
say you love my daughter. Is this true?” The old chief looked to his youngest
daughter, the most beautiful of his children. “Yes,
Father. He loves me and I love him. Please let us marry.” Her small hands
grasped his gnarly ones and he narrowed his beady eyes at the warrior. “What
do you have to offer for this union, young warrior?” He
watched as the bravery seemed to seep out of the man at his question. “I
have nothing, my chief. I do not own any animals or fancy cloth. I can offer my
service and my loyal protection.” His black eyes met the daughter’s. “To you
and yours for the rest of my days.” “I
have that already, my man. I wish you to complete me a task. If you are
successful, you will have permission to marry my daughter. Do you agree?” The
stage… Raving Lunacy I search
every hidden realm in the computer for my lost words.I dig into the recycle bin, the hard drives,
the documents and picture files looking for the elusive data.No bits or bytes are to be found.Strands of hair fall by my chair and unkind
words caress the ceiling.My husband
listens to the moans and groans for a little while then asks the one question
I do not want to hear.
"Did you save
DID I SAVE THEM?Of course, I saved them!I always
save them!What kind of an airheaded
writer does NOT save their work?Do I
look like an airheaded writer?NO!Of course not, that is because I SAVE MY
WORK!(I did say raving lu…