Author's Note
I am a writer of fiction. Most of you know I try to keep things
as close as I can to the way they were. But because I am foremost
a writer of fiction, once in a while I use the name of a mountain
range or a road or a stream before it was actually named, simply
for reader benefit. In this book, there is a strong possibility
I not only named a road but created one before its time. Little
Indian Road, east of Blackfoot, may or may not have existed in
1885, but for aesthetic value it does exist within the pages
of this book.
The town of Blackfoot I faithfully recreated as nearly as I could,
but for a town without the infamy of a Denver or Tombstone or
Virginia City it was hard to find all I needed to accomplish
that. In cases where I couldn't pinpoint the original location
of a business, I put it where it best suited my needs. Yet every
business listed in the book did exist in 1885. That much we know.
And the doctor's office really was located inside the Commercial
Hotel, just off the railroad tracks. The big new courthouse sat
on the outskirts of town, like it does in the book, and the insane
asylum was purposely placed far away from the rest of the population
and stood there like a mysterious fortress, looked at with awe
by local children and citizens.
As for the locations in the book, the side-canyon off of Wolverine
Road and such, they are all real. As a family, we picnicked in
that particular side canyon and waded in the creek there in the
1970's. My own family now carries that tradition on. There was
a time those rocks were infested with snakes, although humans
with little knowledge of their impact on ecology have managed
to nearly wipe them out now. We can thank them for the mice that
come to visit in the night!
The Irving Wolfe ranch in the book sits where Wallace and
Marlene Reid's place is now, just off Reid Road. Farther west
up the road can be found a yellow two story home in which location
the Winchesters fictionally resided.
In 1984 I came up with the idea for Lady Winchester while
working in a potato factory. I had a picture in my mind back
then of how she would look. But I never could find her. I began
writing the book, wondering how I would ever locate this woman
who had to be so precisely beautiful and yet strong. Then one
day in a fabric store my eyes fell upon Geri Berg. I knew instantly
that here, at last, was Lady Winchester. I was an unpublished
author at the time and didn't dare walk up to her and ask her
if I could paint her portrait. She probably would have called
the police. But miraculously enough I ran into her on a medical
call a few years later and had the chance to meet her first,
then later spring the proposal on her. To my delight, Geri said
yes.
Several long years later, the book is done. Geri is not only
on the cover but it is her inside as well, as far as I am concerned.
I hope she agrees, at least a little bit. Here is to her family
for being so patient with me. They let me borrow their "lady"
for a few years, and I couldn't have found a more fitting lady. |