I’ve
been working on a WW2 book for quite a while titled Rosenrot, and this is the
second one I’ve worked one. I’ve given the chapters to several people and they’ve
all given me their seal of approval and love of the story and have been patiently
(impatiently) waiting for me to finish the next chapter, but I’ve been spinning
ideas around for another story in the meanwhile. I’ve never written anything in
the western category before, and I’ve always been a fan.
The
story is about a girl named Clara Montgomery who is the daughter of a black man
and a native American woman. She lost her
parents at a young age; her mother to sickness
and her father to suicide shortly thereafter and was promptly raised by her
older brother. One winter during a terrible snowstorm some men came to their
cabin, she’s about eleven at this point, and ask them for much-needed supplies and perhaps a stay in the
barn until the storm passes. Her brother doesn’t turn them down but pays for
it. Turns out they were a wandering gang. They kill her brother, lock her in the
cellar and loot the place. After a few days of waiting out the storm, they eventually release her, but not
before doing something terrible to her in the meanwhile. After that, they take
her to a nearby snowbank and shoot her, leaving her for dead, but she survives,
crawling to a nearby mining town for help. She’s taken in by a retired lawman
there and he eventually teaches her how to shoot and gives her the skills she
needs to become a bounty hunter later in life. She disguises herself as a man,
both because her gender isn’t exactly looked upon as being the best suited for
such a job, and it gives her another identity to use to track down these members
of the gang that took from her the only family she ever had.
She
spends ten long years hunting them, looking for the leader and second in
command, sort of speak. Meanwhile, they think she’s some crazed bounty hunter
guy taking out their men and swinging her dick around in their territory like a
nutcase, but she works strategically enough to avoid getting taken out herself.
She does, however, nearly get assassinated, and figures out it’s high time to
go after the head of the gang and cut him off for good. This is where she meets
another character of mine, and the story progresses from there.
Not sure if
this story sounds interesting enough to read or not; not sure if this is going
to go well, but I’m willing to give it a shot and step out of my comfort zone to
give it a chance and have some fun in a different element. I love trying new
things. I only hope I can bring to it the feel I’m hoping to achieve; the
character depth and love of storytelling I love putting into my all my books. Wish
me luck.
