Finished book 5 in the Wolf series and Margaret (my better half) is editing it now. We are about to head to the hill country of Texas to do a little geographical research needed for book 6 (a friend of ours owns a ranch out there). One of the most enjoyable parts of writing, in my opinion, is the research that we put into each book in our attempt to accurately place each town, river, or even a building of historical significance. Some of these things I remember from my childhood but others have just been too long ago for me to remember.
I'm getting asked by quite a few people about my older books, the autobiographies entitled "Ain't Life a Hoot", volumes I, II and III. They are currently out of print but we are working on bringing them back in the near future. I wanted to re-work them since they were a little rough around the edges (they were my first venture into this writing stuff), and then we'll put them back out for anyone interested. We'll post it on the website when they are available. Thanks to everyone who has read them and the Wolf series as well and thanks to all who keep asking about them. Margaret and I truly appreciate the kind words and enjoy writing the books.
I've been asked repeatedly if the wolf-dog, Ring, in my stories is based in any way on a real animal from my past. I will say that, while I do have a great imagination and am fond of story-telling, Ring did in fact exist as did Honey Gal and a great many of the other animals in my books. While I do take liberty to stretch the truth (they obviously didn't really talk to me), the stories are based in some truth, with just a tad bit of yarn thrown in for fun. However, to this day, I hold to my guns that some dogs, just like Ring, can smile and laugh at a person when the situation calls for it.
Book four in the "Wolf" series is due out any day now. It's entitled "Dub's Misadventures" and if you've been following the books, I'm sure you will not be disappointed by Dub's continued adventures with his animal friends, including his wolf-dog and his horse. Also, for anyone who is on Goodreads, I am now an official Goodreads author. Check out the books on Goodreads and follow me as I continue to tell the tale of the Wolf called Ring.
From Chapter Eight: The sheriff drove out to our place as quickly as he could to give us the news. I could hardly believe my ears: Ring had escaped and was on his way home--home to me. We had a little party that evening and decided Ring would be home in just a few days. But we were a little off with our timing.
Later in Chapter Six: I finally found a little peace for myself when I decided that all the crying and misbehaving would not bring Ring back, for he was gone somewhere else. But I knew in my mind that Ring was in a dark place that he couldn't get out of. I also knew there was nothing I could do to help him out of that bad place.
One night I had just moved into my window as the echo of the owl was fading out when I heard a wolf howl up on Wall Creek. I thought, "Ring is coming home!"
While I was convinced Ring would soon be home, circumstances were making that impossible for the immediate future.
From Chapter Six: " I called Ring a few times and whistled for him while Queen stood there watching me and whining. Queen moved over by me and went to licking my face. That's when her message got through to me--Ring was big time gone!! Dad wanted to make me go on to school that day, but Mother took my part and I stayed at home. I heard Mother tell Dad that even if I went to school, I wouldn't hear a word.
Ring wondered where in the world Queen and the other dogs were. Where was Bruno? Any other time, Bruno would already be out at the gate just raising Cain. Now the men were at the gate, whispering to each other. Ring lunged at the men and full meant to tear somebody’s leg off as he felt the blood of his wolf father roil in his veins. One of the guys pointed something at Ring, and he knew exactly what that something could do, and he dodged-but it was too late. Something struck him in the shoulder, and it felt like fire. The wolf in him turned to rend and tear, but he got confused. Where was the gate?
My writings are fiction based on life experiences, both real and imagined. Some of the characters in these books are real and some are not. You decide which are which:
From “A Wolf Called Ring”: “By the time he was two months old, Ring had deserted Queen (his mother) and begun to sleep under my bedroom window. He knew exactly where I slept, so he would come to my window and sit there and whine. I could stretch and lean out the window far enough to reach him. I would take a piece of rag in my hand and let the pup bite the rag. While he hung on, I would lift him up and through the window, and then I’d sneak him under the covers with me and Brother. Ring got to where he really enjoyed that, but we got caught.”
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