A
Long Trail Rolling By Lizzi Tremayne
Cover and
Excerpt
by Lizzi
Tremayne
The
Long Trail Book One
Escaping
her father's killer, Aleksandra rode the Pony Express—full speed
into the middle of the Indian Paiute Wars.
She
didn’t expect to become a target, but she is one now!
Seventeen
year old Aleksandra, trained in the Cossack arts from infancy by her
father, finds herself alone and running to prevent her Pa's killer
from obtaining a secret coveted by the Russian Czar, one which could
alter the forces of power in Europe. Disguised as a Pony Express
rider in 1860's Utah Territory, she finds herself in even deeper
trouble. Her Californio boss Xavier has a strength to match her own,
but can they overcome their differences before the ever-increasing
odds overtake them?
With
this debut Western
Historical Adventure,
Lizzi Tremayne won the 2014 RWNZ Pacific Hearts Award and was a
finalist in the 2013 Great Beginnings A
saga of the Old West with a multicultural cast of those who make up
America, it would interest readers who enjoy Westerns, horses,
American Indians, immigrants, and the Pony Express. It has a capable
heroine, strong historical detail, period veterinary treatment and
frontier-pushing characters. It compares to the work of Phillipa
Gregory, Diana Gabaldon and Jean Auel, with a little Laura Ingalls
Wilder thrown in.
This
novel is the first in The
Long Trail
quadrilogy of historical adventure sagas following her characters
from the wilderness of 1860 Utah to Colonial New Zealand.
Genre:
Western Historical Adventure Fiction with Romantic Elements
Content/Theme(s):
Western,
horse, native American, Indian, immigrant, Pony Express, veterinary,
Utah Territory, Old West
Release
Date:
10 January 2015
Launch
Party:
14 January 2015, Placerville, California!
See
my page for details! LizziTremayne.com
Publisher:
Indie, as Blue Mist Publishing
Excerpt
and more:
LizziTremayne.com
Links:
Website: www.lizzitremayne.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LizziTremayne/
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Excerpt:
Lookout
Pass, she reminded herself as she neared the summit. Glancing north
to the distant white tops of the Onaqui Mountains, she swallowed hard
as she thought again of her papa and the fossil he'd fossicked for
her from its rocky ledges.
The
spotted pony broke into a lope over the crest of the hill and began
the mile-long descent. Aleksandra's thoughts filled with memories,
she was absentmindedly fingering the fossil inside the medicine bag
hung about her neck when she felt the first arrow whizz past her
head.
Her
heart stopped in its tracks and she flung herself to the left side of
the Palouse's neck in a Cossack hang, lying flat against his side.
'Yah!
Yah! Let's go, Scout!' she shouted, throwing the reins at him.
He
needed little urging to run full tilt down the steep and
treacherously rocky trail as the yells of Indian warriors echoed
through the narrow valley. The arrows came hard and fast from the
southwest, screaming like a mad bunch of hornets.
Smart.
Her lips curved in the hint of a wry grin.
The
Indians had placed themselves between the trail and the setting sun,
so Aleksandra couldn't see her attackers in the glimpses she
stole,from beneath Scout's neck, of the world whizzing past. With the
ground only three feet from her head, the scent of sage filled her
nostrils when Scout crashed through a clump of brush. Briefly
considering letting go of one of her death-grip holds onto the racing
horse to pull a gun from her holster, something akin to suicide, she
tightened her lip in a grimace and stayed put, trusting far more in
the Palouse's speed and handiness to save them. Knowing her weight
hanging off to one side had to put him off his best, she tried to
stay out of his way, keeping as still as possible, tucked down on the
side of the skidding and leaping beast. Praying the cinch would hold,
she sent fervent thanks to the pony selectors for their choice of
horses.
How
I would love to have my bow and arrows, but I only need to get us
through to Doc Faust at Rush—
The
Palouse interrupted her musings as he threw up his head and reared,
angrily trumpeting and shaking his head for a moment, nearly dropping
Aleksandra, then resumed his headlong rush down the hill. When he
carried on, she heard whistling sounds with every breath and turned
her face forward to see where the noise was coming from.
Then
she saw the arrow.
Looking
forward to seeing you soon!
Kind
regards,
Lizzi
Tremayne
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