Dry Ridge Gang by B.M.Bower

Western written by a woman author in 1935. Only ninety women at that time wrote westerns. Well written,sort of a western mystery until the end. https://anchor.fm/vals-whitewolf-media/episodes/Ninety-women-wrote-westerns-The-Dry-Ridge-Gang-by-B-M-Bower-published-Feb-1935-87-years-ago-e1eb1d5

Funny that!

Back of head still hurts from Firemen in December two fourteen slamming my back left quadrant into a wall during our set laundryroom fire. Funny that! Where as and hetherto-, Slamming my right front hemisphere inti the concrete road after penetrating a ninety-three year old retire attorney Lynn Morrows front window August eleventh at four

Summer afternoon

Dad, Dr.Leon Norbert Heike(dad) would come home sweaty and wore out, Dark tanned deeply this Wisconsin Iowa farm boy, Kin to the Cheese Kraft family, Great nephew to three uncles that served in the Czar of Prussia guard, The guard was called the Uzars, Dad covered with sweat and coppertox, Coppertox a disinfectant dad used

Rolling stone,

Use to gather no moss, Rolling, Rolling, Rolling, Stone gathered no moss, Use to bounce like Poooh’s Tiger, Bounce, Bounce, Bounce, Stone moss bounce, Now more splat then bounce, Splat, Splat, Rolling, Bounce, Splat, I see it, Others might be erroneous to it, Inside I’m still that sixteen year old kid, Scared, Amble, I’m still

Bare feet

Stones upon the gravel road, Innocent folksy, Adult women, Plane, Home spun, No fear to be seen, Bare footing, Sole harden no pebble sends a dry, Hearts of gold, Amish woman.

Sounds{Chapt.1}(First chapter Jacquline Nightwalker)

Audible{https://youtu.be/_yjiouA-jco} When you die the luxury of sound enhances ten fold. Well it did for me however my demise varied vastly then others. Lillies aroma is enhanced. Learning and pass regrets consummed me. Every day of their lives at least twenties minutes per night I found time consummed listening. Standing, yearning , missing them those

Chapter 1-5, My book on Audio”Jacqueline Night Walker” by Val Heike Whitewolf

Chapter 1, Sounds , https://youtu.be/_yjiouA-jco Chapter 2, Pierced, https://youtu.be/KZzE3SLQ__g Chapter 3, First night, https://youtu.be/w9xY5loPEvk Chapter 4a, https://youtu.be/_otY05flOLQ( first is my reading and when this chapter is published I will link that below Chapter 4b) Chapter 4b,

The Brownie

Marian D. Heike married Doc L.N.Heike, Waukon Iowa bought first farm from Elmer Fogt 1968, Mom and dad named the farm, The triple H, Heike’s Hilly Haven, The was old log cabin barn and house, Sometimes in nineteen thirties log house was covered in black tar, Sixty acreas rolling hills, Kids paradise, Mom loved horses,

The galloper

Little, Smart, Graceful, Purrfect, Cslico grey, Spins, Highfives, Gracefull she sails, Twisting, Flipping, Galloping, My little girl, Sophie. Kitten going on four months, My heart, My familiar,

Like a scale

Life is weighed, Losses and gains tallied, Lost Ellen Beth Heike Mathis my blood sister died from guilt. Her sons think alcohol I know it was pain and torment from our narcississitic half sister. Ellen wanted to help mom and me Diana said no.Ellen hid in beer. Alcoholism ugly way to die. People assume people