WAGONS WEST TO MONTANA

About the Book

Two families break up their homes and travel from the east by wagon train across the open prairie to build a ranch in the wild open undeveloped range land not far from the mountains in western Montana. The long trip is tiresome uneventful travel at times with unexpected dangers along the way. When tragedy strikes, they trust God to give them strength and guidance to continue. There is a stallion who is tamed by the young women and is a help in many ways. The horses become vital in use and survival in the new life in the far land out west. The young women, wanting to learn to be ranchers are challenged by many tasks on the trip and in the new country. Things they have to learn and develop skills in order to survive. Will they survive and become the ranchers that they want to be? Bold men come to their assistance and love comes in the new life.

About the Author

My parents emigrated from Norway and homesteaded in South Dakota where all eight of Mama’s children were born. I am the seventh. We moved to Washington State in 1941, and I have lived in Washington and Oregon. Although I still love South Dakota, I love Washington and Oregon and am happy living here. After working for many years and after retiring, I went back to college at age eighty-two, taking writing and computer classes. There were four generations of us of my family in the college at that time; my daughter Kandi, her daughter Charity, and a great-grandson, Torry Leftridge. I loved every minute and was inspired by the students in my classes, wonderful young people. My mottoes are “His grace is sufficient unto me” and “Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.” I read a lot, three or four hours a day. I write four to eight hours a day on the computer. I sleep about five to six hours. My Bible has many places highlighted where God has taught me. I spend hours alone with God, both praying and reading his Word. I like to hunt and still shoot a .308 rifle and kill my own deer and elk. I like to camp in the woods and near lakes. I like to fish, but I am a poor Norsky in that I really do not care much to eat fish. And I love the beach and can sit and watch the water for hours. My hair has been white for many years after having it some shade of red for years after it faded. (Red for energy and boldness, or for warning? And to please my husband.) I am short (5' 2 ½" before back surgery) and have light skin (I freckled terribly when I was young). I am some overweight. I have been accused of smiling too much. Such is me!