About The Book
It was already April… but that didn’t matter the prairie. When it wanted to snow, it snowed. When it wanted to cover every surface with ice crystals, it did it.
The team of horses attached to the loaded wagon should not have to pull in this weather, but they were there. The icy glaze slewed the hooves of the animals, and the sliding wagon crashed into the stone ledge. The man and woman were killed, but what was hurled from the wagon and caught in the branches of a bois d’arc * tree was very much alive.
Angel 734 was well able to protect the infant in the native cradleboard but the baby was not a native. She was a highland lassie with roots in Scotland, and the prairie was to be her home… as soon as Solomon Tanner picked her off the limbs of the bois d’arc tree. As the tree was on his property, so was the baby girl, and no sensible person was going to change his mind.
*Pronounced “Bow Darkâ€Â
| Details | |
|---|---|
| Publication date | January 05,2021 |
| Language | English |
| ISBN | (Paperback) |
| 978-1-64908-716-4 (E-BOOK) | |
| Genre | Fiction |
| Specifications | |
|---|---|
| Pages | 164 |
| Interior Color | Black and White |
| Book Size | 6.000" x 9.000" (229mm x 152mm) |
About The Author
Joann was born in the mountains of Arkansas in 1933, in the height of the depression, into the family of a pioneer minister. She was attracted to pencils and paper from the time she learned not to poke pencils in her eyes, and that paper did not taste particularly good.
Having an older sister who aspired to be a school teacher, she became a class of one and was expected to master reading at a very early age. Books became the magic that would transport her into another life, and she read and re-read the few that were available until they were limp scraps. It was about then that more stories began to develop within her own head, along with simple rhyming verses. This book is one of the stories.
Her father’s occupation as a minister, by necessity, put her in church several times a week, where she practically cut her teeth on a church bench, so to speak. There was the small country church that her father built and pastored for years, and later the other churches where he was called, and in that way, she became uniquely positioned to meet a lot of people on a regular basis, and appreciate the hard-working settlers who pioneered the land in America’s midwest.
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