From the author, Colleen L. Donnelly…
I2527ve never done a character interview, so I thought ‘why not?2527 regarding my
latest heroine, Louise Archer. My only concern was pinning her down since in
“Letters and Lies” she spent most of her time skirting the truth. That could be
a problem in an interview, so I decided if she can practice deception, so can
I. If she can disguise herself as the recently widowed Mrs. Penelope Strong to
hide the fact she is actually the recently jilted Miss Louise Archer heading
west to find her ex-fiancé and marry him anyway, then surely I can pretend to
be…an attorney. Someone with the right to ask questions that demand honest
answers. And maybe in the course of this interview I can prove that two wrongs
can indeed make a right, if Miss Archer cooperates.
Attorney Me: Louise Archer,
you are aware certain questions have arisen as to your integrity as a heroine.
First and foremost, regarding your intentions. Did you indeed board a train in
St. Louis, MO in the early summer of 1876 under the pretense of going to Dodge
City, Kansas to marry one Jim Baylis, when in fact he had wired you two days
before and broken your engagement?
Louise: No.
Me: Are you sure? Weren2527t you hiding
his wire in your glove when you hugged your mother and friends goodbye, letting
them see you off with hearty congratulations?
Louise: No.
Me: I see. Well, then, what about a
certain Marshal Everett McCloud who offered to help you onto the train? Didn2527t
you tell him you were a widow heading to Larned, Kansas rather than admitting
you were a spinster heading to Dodge City?
Louise: I don2527t recall.
Me: I can ask the marshal, you know.
Louise: Very well. I might have
confused the names of two Kansas towns.
Me: I suppose that2527s possible. But
it seems you did get off at Larned when the marshal offered to help with your
trunk there. And immediately after disembarking you forced yourself on a Lizzy
Sanders and her banker, announcing you were in Larned to assist with her
family2527s business…a restaurant called Eat Here. Is that right?
Louise: No.
Me: According to her banker, you
told Marshal McCloud, who followed you off the train, that your late husband
had invested in this floundering café while referring to yourself as Mrs.
Penelope Strong. Does that sound familiar?
Louise: No.
Me: Well according to other sources
in the town, you claimed your late husband left you with a fair amount of money
to invest in several towns and businesses, Eat Here in Larned being the first.
Yet you never produced any money. And you stayed in Larned long enough to
fairly turn the whole town upside down with your supposed business knowledge.
Hindsight says your heart2527s desire was to continue to Dodge City to search for
your ex fiancé but your avalanche of lies trapped you in Larned. Would that be
the case?
Louise: No.
Me: According to a Mr. Weston,
Larned2527s ticket master at the train station, you and he had several heated
arguments over a replacement for your original ticket to Dodge City. He claims
you tried multiple times to wrangle a free ticket from him, and even failed to
acknowledge any of the generosity he offered. If what Mr. Weston says is true…
Miss Archer? Are you all right? Your face seems flushed. Has something riled
you?
Louise: No.
Me: Well since you declare you are
fine, maybe you wouldn2527t mind answering a more delicate question. A certain
Rudy Walters disappeared while you were in Larned. It was no secret the two of
you weren2527t friends. Larned citizens testify he came to Eat Here looking for
you. Shots were fired after which Mr. Walters was never seen again. There is
suspicion you might know…”
Louise: I don2527t.
Me: Rumor has it that you began
carrying a pistol in your boot. Did you become a crack shot during your stay in
Larned?
Louise: Of course not.
Me: I see. Well, Miss Archer, let me ask—don2527t you think it possible a
young woman near spinster age who finds herself suddenly jilted might be
tempted to go find the man who failed to keep his promise? And wouldn2527t it make
sense for her to travel as a widow to deter prying, or interference from men
like Marshal Everett McCloud who might worry over a woman on her own? And if
that didn2527t throw him off track, she could toss out another destination nowhere
near the fiancé she was off to find. And if that forced her off the train in
the wrong town, she could invent a story why she was there. And be forced to
live that story while one lie gave birth to another. Doesn2527t that sound
plausible?
Louise: No.
Me: Not true then, any of it.
Louise: No.
Me: So, Miss Louise Archer/Mrs. Penelope Strong, it is your claim that
everything said about you is wrong. Nothing more than a fantastic story.
Louise: Yes. You2527re right. That2527s exactly what I would say. A fantastic
story.
Blurb
Louise Archer boards a westbound train in St. Louis to find the Kansas homesteader who wooed and proposed to her by correspondence, then jilted her by telegram – Don’t come, I can’t marry you. Giving a false name to hide her humiliation, her lie backfires when a marshal interferes and offers her his seat.
Marshal Everett McCloud intends to verify the woman coming to marry his homesteading friend is suitable. At the St. Louis train station, his plan detours when he offers his seat to a captivating woman whose name thankfully isn’t Louise Archer.
Everett’s plans thwart hers, until he begins to resemble the man she came west to find, and she the woman meant to marry his friend.
Excerpt
“He wrote and changed your plans? Why didn2527t you tell me? You know I love hearing his letters.”
Everyone loved hearing his letters. Or at least they2527d pretended to. I glanced at my friends, especially the one who2527d first suggested I correspond with her husband2527s homesteading friend in Kansas who was ready to look for a wife. She dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief while she flicked the fingers of her other hand in a weak wave. I dredged my soul in search of a smile. The man she2527d introduced me to truly had penned everything I2527d ever wanted in a husband, months of letters which convinced Mama Jim was my open door. Letters I2527d foolishly carted from family to friend to blather every word like a desperate spinster. Drat.
“He didn2527t send his change of plans in a letter, Mama. He sent them in a telegram.” Don2527t come, I can2527t marry you. The only words I never shared.
“Well I imagine your Jim has a surprise for you and didn2527t have time to send a letter before you left for Crooked Creek. How thoughtful to wire you instead.”
Thoughtful…I felt poisoned and Mama would too if she ever found out Jim had shut my open door. Which she wouldn2527t, since as soon as I got out there and found him, I2527d wedge it back open again.
Author Bio
Born and raised in the Midwest, Colleen studied and worked in science, using that career to travel and explore other parts of the country. An avid fan of literature, both reading and writing, she loves tales involving moral dilemmas and the choices people come up against. A lover of the outdoors as well as a comfy living room, Colleen is always searching inside and out for the next good story.
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