Introduce yourself. What book are you from? Are you the hero, heroine, villain?
Hello. I am Connie Kennedy, what is called a “secondary” character. (Sniffs.) Without me none of us orphans, or the “heroine” Kit herself, would have reached Hell on Wheels, Cheyenne, Dakota Territory, in the Western historical novel Walls for the Wind. If that’s secondary to the plot, well, fine, and some people need to consult a dictionary is all I’ve got to say.
How did you come to your author’s attention?
Alethea Williams thought the book was all about how Kit Calhoun leaves the Immigrant Children’s Asylum in New York City to shepherd a train car full of orphans to new homes with farmers. I appeared to her one day in order to save her story from melodramatic mediocrity. I have a strong will and a driving desire to succeed. Poor Kit lets her tender heart lead her into situations that she doesn’t know how to handle. The truth is, she couldn’t even dress herself without me: she’d be wearing the shapeless rags straight out of the donation box if I didn’t step in and completely re-style them for her.
Did you give your author a hard time when she was writing your story?
I want my side of the story told. I insist upon it. If that’s giving Alethea a hard time, so be it.
What do you do for a living?
I am a dressmaker. I taught myself on the asylum’s new Singer machine, truly teaching it how to sing! I’m going to make myself rich on my talent alone.
Who is the love of your life?
Are you speaking of men? I have many admirers. (Tosses auburn curls.) But if the truth were told, I suppose I am the love of my life. (Laughs prettily.)
What was the first thing you noticed about him/her?
The first thing I noticed when I could climb high enough to see my reflection in the cracked, peeling old excuse for a mirror on the wall in the asylum, was how pretty I truly am.
What’s your greatest fear?
I can’t think of a single thing I might fear.
What’s your motto in life?
Seize it with both hands. Whatever “it” might be.
How do the other characters in your book view you?
I have the feeling they often think I’m selfish. I suppose that’s often how smaller minds view people who are driven.
What do you think reader will find interesting about you?
Well, not to be modest, everything about me is fascinating! (Laughs.)
What is the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?
Kinky? I don’t understand. Are you referring to my ringlets?
Will we be seeing you in future books?
Assuredly, if I have anything to say about it.
What makes you happy?
Again, I try to be modest, but designing my exquisite gowns makes me happiest.
What makes you mad?
I have a lot to offer, so I don’t like to be underestimated. Or unappreciated.
Author: Alethea Williams
Genre: Western historical
Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press
Date of publication: April 2014
Can an angel survive Hell on Wheels? When Kit Calhoun leaves New York City with a train car full of foundlings from the Immigrant Children’s Home, she has no clue she might end up as adoptive mother to four of them in rip-roaring Cheyenne, Wyoming. Kit has spent her life in the Children’s Home and now she rides the Orphan Trains, distributing homeless children to the young nation’s farmers as fast as the rails are laid.
The first time handsome Patrick Kelley spies Kit in Julesburg, Colorado Territory, he wants her. But circumstances, and a spectral-looking demented gambler as well as Kit’s certainty no one in his right mind would want her cobbled-together family, conspire to keep them apart. As Patrick and Kit and her brood ride Hell on Wheels into their destiny, they’re all forced to leave behind everything they knew and forge new lives in the raw American West.
Cheyenne, Dakota Territory, January 1868
Panic bloomed, threatening to choke Kit as she gasped for breath. Where could she be, the small girl brought all the way out to the wilds of Wyoming from New York City? So certain she could make the best decisions for the little golden-haired girl, Kit had gone against her own upbringing as well as the stern advice of those older and wiser in order to make this journey west. Now here was her little family plunked down in the raw boomtown of Cheyenne, and she had lost not only her own direction but also the child entrusted to her care.
Where could Hannah be? Where?
The streets slimy with melting snow and horse manure, Kit struggled to keep her footing as she ran frantically up one and down another, screaming Hannah’s name. Unable to think where to look next, at last she stood helplessly wringing her hands. Tears made slow, cold tracks down her face.
A door opened behind her, and a voice full of concern said, “Kit. As luck would have it, I was just coming to look for you.”
And wouldn’t you know it? The voice of the very man who seemed to turn up at every instance of her bad luck. Indeed, he might be the root cause of her ill luck ever since she left New York City. And to think he had once promised to be her salvation, did Patrick Kelley of the dancing Irish green eyes.
But what were his true intentions as he took hold of her arm? To save her? Or to be her final ruination, as she suspected?
“Let me go.” She tried to wrench her arm away. “Hannah is missing. She’s lost. I must find her!”
“Ah, leannán, don’t take on so,” he said in a soft, cajoling voice. “Hannah is safe and sound. I have her.”
Kit’s bones suddenly felt soft, as if they had turned to mush, and her knees started to sag. Ah, God, and wasn’t her luck running true? Patrick Kelley, the very man! Of all the places in Cheyenne that Hannah might take refuge, of course it would turn out to be with saloon-keeper, and the means of the erosion of many a young woman’s morals, Patrick Kelley.
“Come inside, please, Kit,” he insisted, tugging her arm. Her feet were frozen inside boots soaked with street muck. She felt herself weakening toward him, the warmth and light of him, and of the place behind him, beckoning seductively to her.
She had come so far, all the while thinking she knew what she was doing. Most of a year had passed since setting out. She had followed a path on a journey of more than two thousand miles, a path of righteousness that she thought would answer all eventualities.
And then her path, and the paths of the children, crossed Patrick Kelley’s.
Now once more she must break down and choose between her lofty principles and a future tied to Patrick Kelley. And she found, to her utter consternation as she stared into eyes the color of shamrocks, she…still…couldn’t… decide.
Western history has been the great interest of my adult life. I’ve lived in Wyoming, Colorado, and Oregon. Although an amateur historian, I am happiest researching different times and places in the historical West. And while staying true to history, I try not to let the facts overwhelm my stories. Story always comes first in my novels, and plot arises from the relationships between my characters. I’m always open to reader response to my writing.
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