My name is Robyn Echols. Zina Abbott is the pen I use for my historical novels. I’m a member of Women Writing the West and Western Writers of America. I currently live with my husband in California’s central valley near the “Gateway to Yosemite.”
I love to read, quilt, work with digital images on my photo editing program, and work on my own family history.
I am a blogger. In addition to my own blog, I blog for several group blogs including the Sweet Americana Sweethearts blog, which I started and administer.
I love to read, quilt, work with digital images on my photo editing program, and work on my own family history.
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The daughter of a
Georgia plantation owner, Diantha Ames was raised and educated to be a lady.
Surviving the Civil War as a child, her family, in a desperate, but ultimately
unsuccessful bid to save the property of both her father and her uncle,
arranges a marriage between her and her first cousin. Although not a love match,
she and Eugene were amiable. As information about her husband comes to light
after his death in the Gold King Mine disaster that took so many lives in
Wildcat Ridge, she is left with her husband’s hotel and postmaster position to
fill—and a lot of questions.
Georgia plantation owner, Diantha Ames was raised and educated to be a lady.
Surviving the Civil War as a child, her family, in a desperate, but ultimately
unsuccessful bid to save the property of both her father and her uncle,
arranges a marriage between her and her first cousin. Although not a love match,
she and Eugene were amiable. As information about her husband comes to light
after his death in the Gold King Mine disaster that took so many lives in
Wildcat Ridge, she is left with her husband’s hotel and postmaster position to
fill—and a lot of questions.
With Diantha’sformer laundress gone, she hires Hilaina Dowd, whose family hails from the
mountains of Appalachia. Hilaina loyally stays with her mother who wishes to
live out her life in Wildcat Ridge and be buried next to her husband who died
in the mine disaster.
Henry “Hank”
Cauley is branded a failure after refusing to be part of his father’s Salt Lake
City brick-making business and then losing his stationary and book store
business. To bury him far away, his brother and conniving sister-on-law use
their political influence with the territorial Congressional representative to
award him the postmaster position in Wildcat Ridge. He arrives in town to take
over the position starting the first of September only to discover the
postmistress, Diantha, knows nothing about the change, and is not relieved she
no longer is obligated to fill this position originally awarded to her deceased
husband. Finding himself surrounded by those loyal to the soft-spoken, Southern
lady, is he destined to also be a failure in Wildcat Ridge?
Cauley is branded a failure after refusing to be part of his father’s Salt Lake
City brick-making business and then losing his stationary and book store
business. To bury him far away, his brother and conniving sister-on-law use
their political influence with the territorial Congressional representative to
award him the postmaster position in Wildcat Ridge. He arrives in town to take
over the position starting the first of September only to discover the
postmistress, Diantha, knows nothing about the change, and is not relieved she
no longer is obligated to fill this position originally awarded to her deceased
husband. Finding himself surrounded by those loyal to the soft-spoken, Southern
lady, is he destined to also be a failure in Wildcat Ridge?
Buckley “Buck”
Kramer, wrangler on the Grassy Fork Ranch in Colorado, has not been totally
satisfied with his lot ever since the trip he took to Wildcat Ridge earlier in
the summer with his boss and best friend now he sees the happiness of family
life the two men enjoy after they brought back wives. When two trail-worn young
brothers stumble onto the ranch looking for a meal and permanent jobs, but are
told with winter coming on there is only room for one, Buck insists on leaving
in order to keep the brothers together. Is Buck really dissatisfied with his
job on the ranch, or is this an excuse to return to Wildcat Ridge and the woman
he has not been able to get out of his mind?
Kramer, wrangler on the Grassy Fork Ranch in Colorado, has not been totally
satisfied with his lot ever since the trip he took to Wildcat Ridge earlier in
the summer with his boss and best friend now he sees the happiness of family
life the two men enjoy after they brought back wives. When two trail-worn young
brothers stumble onto the ranch looking for a meal and permanent jobs, but are
told with winter coming on there is only room for one, Buck insists on leaving
in order to keep the brothers together. Is Buck really dissatisfied with his
job on the ranch, or is this an excuse to return to Wildcat Ridge and the woman
he has not been able to get out of his mind?
Diantha, Book 14,
is a stand-alone novel. However, you might enjoy it best by reading all the
books in the series, The Widows of Wildcat Ridge. Also, my other book in the
series, Nissa, Book 3, was written to
be a duet with Diantha—a series
within a series. You might also enjoy reading Nissa if you have not already done so.
is a stand-alone novel. However, you might enjoy it best by reading all the
books in the series, The Widows of Wildcat Ridge. Also, my other book in the
series, Nissa, Book 3, was written to
be a duet with Diantha—a series
within a series. You might also enjoy reading Nissa if you have not already done so.
Snippet:
Diantha
looked past the newcomer towards the approaching Wells Fargo driver bringing
her the day’s mail. After Eugene’s death, she realized it was up to her to take
over all aspects of the postmaster position. Not wishing the stagecoach drivers
to consider her incapable of working the job, she had offered to meet the coach
and collect the mail satchel the way her husband had done. The kindly men who
drove for Wells Fargo insisted on bringing the mail to her on their way to the
Crystal Café. The town still received rain and snow in late March and April,
which left the streets either muddy, slushy, or icy much of the year. She had
gratefully accepted.
looked past the newcomer towards the approaching Wells Fargo driver bringing
her the day’s mail. After Eugene’s death, she realized it was up to her to take
over all aspects of the postmaster position. Not wishing the stagecoach drivers
to consider her incapable of working the job, she had offered to meet the coach
and collect the mail satchel the way her husband had done. The kindly men who
drove for Wells Fargo insisted on bringing the mail to her on their way to the
Crystal Café. The town still received rain and snow in late March and April,
which left the streets either muddy, slushy, or icy much of the year. She had
gratefully accepted.
Diantha smiled at the driver as he
drew near. “Thank you so much.”
drew near. “Thank you so much.”
The mail bag landed with a heavy thud as
the driver tossed it on the counter. “Glad to do it, Mrs. Ames.”
the driver tossed it on the counter. “Glad to do it, Mrs. Ames.”
Diantha watched with curiosity as he
turned and glared at her new customer—well, potential customer.
turned and glared at her new customer—well, potential customer.
“You told her yet?”
The man with the carpet bag shook his
head. “Not yet. I was just about to introduce myself.”
head. “Not yet. I was just about to introduce myself.”
The driver grunted his displeasure and
turned back to Diantha, an expression of regret on his face. “I’m right sorry
about this, Mrs. Ames.” He paused and nodded his farewell. “Well, I’d best get
next door if I want to eat before my last stop of the day.”
turned back to Diantha, an expression of regret on his face. “I’m right sorry
about this, Mrs. Ames.” He paused and nodded his farewell. “Well, I’d best get
next door if I want to eat before my last stop of the day.”
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