Saturday, January 26, 2013

Oh, You Cowgirl! Book Coming Soon

Here is just a small sampling from the introduction to my new book based upon the women and cowgirls of the early wild west shows, circuses and rodeos.

If you would like to be notified when the book is released, please email with your email address and I'll make sure you're the first to know.

A Cowgirls Story 
By Shirley Morris 
© 2012  All Rights Reserved. 

I was born on the Kansas plains in eighteen ‘n seventy five or as my pa would say “In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and seventy five years.” 

It was a wide, brown ‘n yellow place. Flat, with the ‘seption of a wood outhouse and the soddy pa built, made of the earth and wheat grass bricks that he cut to size with a grasshopper plow. Lumber was used on the roof, a window and the door. The lumber had to be brought in by pa and the other homesteaders and he treated it same as if it was gold.

More ‘n naw you could pick out the dark outlines of two, three Indins on that cold, frozen prairie before the sun come up in winter. They bothered me not, but ma prayed for us and pa, bein’ a missionary, took it as his God-given duty to convert their heathen souls for the Lord. 

You know what I think? All those Indins who saw the light in pa’s words became whiter than they was red. And our neighbors rested the easier ‘cause of my pa and his words from the Lord. 

I was always up before first light. Pa didn’t get his self a son and I was pitiful sorry for him so, I just picked up an learnt what that boy woulda had to do. Some girls woulda yipped an howled like a coyote pup but not me – I took to ropin’ and docterin’ and gentlin’ range ponies like it was some treasure I’d-a earned myself! 

An you know what? Pretty soon all the neighbors who were provin’ up all ‘round us learnt than I could gentle those little wild ponies and they started payin’ me a sum to gentle theirs! On the days I had myself a good wild bunch, seems they’d come from miles ‘round to watch me ride the beasts and sometimes get pitched high to the wind but I was always back for more. Soon enough, I stuck to that hurricane deck and didn’t get pitched so much. My backside was much obliged. 

Ridin’ those wild, beautiful babes of the prairie became a part of my God-given soul and I found I liked the yips and hoorahs from the crowd as they watched me bring another pony to my own version of heaven. 

Down the road, one morning, in my mind, I asked ma and pa for their forgiveness an’ I ran off to join this little two bit wild west show and circus that come to town. I had to go. God forgive me, I found my life.

My name is Prairie Rose Henderson. Don’t you go believin’ anyone who says otherwise! 
Set a spell. I have a story to tell.  


lalauranor said...

Is the book or the movie available to purchase? As a young girl, we had Claire Thompson Lohre teach us riding and her horse, "Hog Eyes" is buried on our property. It's been 40-45 years and it was very touching to see her archived in your work and some of the stories she told me and my sister.

lalauranor said...

Is the book or movie available to purchase? As a young girl, we knew Claire Thompson Lohre and her 3rd husband Frank. Her horse is buried on our property.