We did a rewatch of 3:10 to Yuma last night at
ninjababe's request, after seeing Cowboys & Aliens for the first time. And that prompted me to read my one 3:10 To Yuma fic that I wrote a few years back. It wasn't bad, in retrospect. I think I got Ben Wade down pretty well, and I liked the Vin voice (it was a crossover - don't act surprised [g]). Was a nice refresh of the memory.
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Date: 2012-06-02 03:13 pm (UTC)From:role they played
If they were not, they did not survive
I will never forget reading a book which was actually the
diary of a woman who lived with her husband and four kids in a sod
When he was gone she was it.
She spoke of fighting off tribal people, the sod had a gun slots
in side that was open, fought off wolves which gathered at their door etc.
It was a harrowing account presented by her descendant who found the diaries in the attic in a trunk that had been forgotten.
She also was a writer so the result was this book.
Then I think of my maternal grandmother who left Switzerland when she was 17, boarded steerage in a ship, arrived in NYC to board a train
which stopped here in Oregon. From there she boarded a paddle wheeler which took her east on the Columbia where her sister and family met her.
That took the kind of courage that the earlier women had.
I salute them one and all.