Saturday 23 May 2020


Title: Louisa: Iron Dove Of The Frontier
Author: Will Edwinsons
Genre: Western, Historical Fiction
Release Date: 15th December 2014

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At twenty-one, LouIsa was already a sagacious woman. She had been privileged to attend finishing schools in the East where she learned the ways of "Ladyship" and studied piano under the tutorship of masters, becoming proficient with the classical works of Mozart, Bach, Chopin, Beethoven, Liszt, and many others.

LouIsa: Iron Dove of the Frontier is a story about a tough, but well-educated genteel woman of quiet strength who, when it became necessary, could get down and dirty and fight as adeptly as the best gutter rats. But also, when necessary, she could don a party dress and be perfectly comfortable with Vassar graduates.


Tombstone, Arizona, March 18, 1882.

The pistol roared, the assailant heard Morgan cry out, “What the hell…?” and then saw him fall face down on the pool table.
“We finally got you, you law dawg son of a bitch.” Pete Spencer stood trembling outside the poolroom, the smoking gun still in his hand as he uttered the words quietly to himself.
Before he made his escape, he glanced through the window at the stunned crowd. His action had caught them completely off guard. Not one of them suspected what he might be up to when he quietly removed himself from the poolroom earlier that evening.
With two people on each side of his collapsed body, they carefully lifted Morgan off the pool table and laid him on his back on the floor.
“Go fetch LouIsa,” one of them said. Another said, “Better get Wyatt and Virgil too, and the Doc. I don’t think Morgan has much of a chance of makin’ it, but he’s still alive and needs a doc.”
Louisa was cradling Morgan’s head in her lap when Wyatt entered the room. He knelt beside his brother; his vision blurred from the tears that welled in his eyes. He blinked to fight them back; his gut wrenched. When his eyes finally focused, he looked around the room.
“Who did this?” he asked. “Did anyone see who did the actual shooting?”
One man spoke up and said, “I didn’t actually see the shootin’, but I did see Pete Spencer leave the poolroom about a half hour before Morgan was shot.”
“Come to think about it,” said another, I saw the little weasel sneak out of here m’self.”
“But none of you actually saw Spencer fire the shot,” Wyatt said. It was more of a statement than a question. They all agreed, none could swear to seeing the shooting.
Wyatt looked at LouIsa. He agonized at the pain he saw in her eyes, and the tortured expression on her face. He sensed she was in another time, another place. He reached out and lightly touched her shoulder.
LouIsa looked up at him. Again, he saw her pain. “Come, LouIsa,” he said, “I’ll have someone escort you home.
She heard nothing of what he said. She was aware only of her own thoughts. She continued to hug her husband and rub his face softly with her hand, her mind engulfed in her own private thoughts.
Why, Morgan, why? You said you would hang up your guns if I accompanied you to Tombstone. Why couldn’t you have stayed out of the law business like you promised? If you had stuck to prospecting or gambling, this would never have happened. But when you saw the lawlessness that was here, I guess I should’ve known better than to think that you could let it stand without trying to do something about it. And then worst of all, my darling, you forgot the last thing I told you before you walked out of the house tonight. ‘Don’t turn your back on anyone.’
She nestled him closer to her bosom. Morgan had been unconscious the whole time and knew nothing of what she had been thinking. She heard a gurgle come from his throat and felt him give one last desperate gasp for air. She realized he had just died in her lap.
She loved this man who lay in her lap more than life itself. She had only longed to devote herself to living for one man building a life with him and raising a family in a little cabin with flowers and a white picket fence. Her health had prevented her from having a family, and now the rest of her dream had just been shattered by an assassin’s bullet.
LouIsa was part Cherokee Indian, and it was now that she needed the inner strength that her Cherokee grandmother had instilled in her. She never let LouIsa forget that part of her heritage as she taught her the ways of her people. Cherokee life was hard; their women had to be strong.

LouIsa broke into a soft wailing of the mourning song of her Cherokee people, and as she mourned her husband’s death, she relived the last several years.

Title: Buddy His Trials And Treasures
Author: Will Edwinson
Genre: Contemporary, Historical Fiction
Release Date: 15th February 2005

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Do you need a little stress relief in your life?
Travel back to the world of Buddy Crawford, a simpler, slower- paced world where Cokes were a nickel, movie tickets were a dime, and ten cents bought you a double dip ice cream cone. These engaging, award-winning stories about a young boy growing up in rural America during the 1940s provide a relaxing respite from today's fast-paced world. They may even revive old memories of your own childhood.

Follow Buddy and Cousin Mont as they gather beer and pop bottles from the roadway barrowpits.  Join him and his friends at the river swimming hole for a swim, or go fishing for carp in the irrigation canal. Experience the fun as he tours the countryside in an old Model T Ford with his friends.  What better way to spend a relaxing two hours than immersing yourself in these stories.

Buddy is somewhat reminiscent of Tom Sawyer in that he quite often finds himself in hot water. Unlike Tom, Buddy's misdeeds are without forethought. They happen because Buddy is...well...he's just Buddy.



Comments From the Author
We all have stories from our youth we like to tell our offspring. I used to tell some of these stories to my family at the dinner table or in the car while traveling on family trips. After much cajoling from my family members, I finally acquiesced and decided to share some of these stories with you the reader.

Excerpted From the Prologue

     ….I sat at my word processor putting to paper some of my boyhood experiences. I began by describing to my readers the era in which the stories were set and telling something of the country where I grew up.  The adventures that follow are fiction based on real events in my own life.  They are written from memory as best I can recollect after the passage of nearly sixty years.  As it is with any storyteller, I have embellished where I felt embellishment was necessary to add interest.
     The characters are based on real people who were part of my life during this period.  Some of the given names have remained unchanged.  The surnames, wherever used, are fictitious or are used fictitiously.

     The Trials and Treasures of Buddy Crawford, I wrote, is a compilation of adventures in the life of a small boy in a simpler bygone era of ten-cent movie tickets, five-cent Coca-Colas, penny licorice sticks, five-cent Hershey bars, and ten-cent double-dip ice cream cones. These stories are set in a farming valley in the southeastern Idaho highlands during the 1940s.  It is an era in America’s history when a rural town with a population of five hundred people—give or take ten—could  support most of the services needed to sustain a full life.
     State Highway 34 ran straight through the middle of Buddy’s hometown; within the town’s borders, it made up Main Street.  Beginning at the north end, if you were to stroll down this street in the 1940s, the first building you would see would be the movie theater, where kids could buy a ticket for a dime and their parents could buy one for fifteen cents.
     Next to the theater you would find one of the town pool halls where men—young and old—congregated to play cards, shoot pool, and discuss the latest news concerning the war.  You would hear some singing President Roosevelt’s praises while others called him a warmonger who got the country into a war only to bolster the economy.

     Moving on down the street you would come to a café and then the drugstore.  The drugstore was one of Buddy’s favorite places to hang out because it had a soda fountain.  If you had lived in those days, you would remember that soda fountains usually had gray marble countertops and wire-backed stools.  You would remember that fountain clerks were known as “soda jerks” because they mixed drinks right in the glass using various flavored syrups and carbonated water from the fountain.  You would also remember that hand-dipped ice cream was the main ingredient in thick creamy malts and milkshakes, ice cream sun dies, root beer floats, and twin-scoop ice cream cones.
     Along the remainder of Main Street in Buddy’s little town was another pool hall, another café, Roghaars’s general mercantile, a clothing store, a five-and-dime store, two grocery stores, a liquor store, a blacksmith shop, and three car agencies. On one of the side streets were two farm implement dealerships, another blacksmith shop, a doctor, and a dentist.  The town also supported two churches.
     Last, but not least, there was a local attorney who was nearly poverty-stricken,
because most people in those days settled their own grievances using common sense.  His busiest time seemed to be when he would rescue the town wino from jail every Monday morning, or when he would file divorce papers for Mrs. Walton—she’d file a complaint against her husband once a month and then later withdraw it.
     Roy Rogers, Hopalong Cassidy, Tom Mix, and Gene Autry were the matinee idols of the day.  Lux Radio Theater, Bing Crosby, Kate Smith, Amos ‘n’ Andy, Fibber McGee and Molly, Blondie and Dagwood, The Great Gildersleeve, Jack Benny, Red Skelton, and Bob Hope were the mainstay entertainers on the radio.  And America was at war on the other side of the world.
     On the whole, Buddy was a happy kid who enjoyed his boyhood days growing up in this tiny rural town in southeast Idaho, in spite of the times when bigger kids would tease him, or when the school bully would pick on him, or when he got into trouble with his parents, as most boys do.  But Buddy overcame with no lasting scars.  His summers were spent fishing, swimming, bike riding, horse-back riding, playing baseball, and going to the farm with Dad.
     Come, journey back in time and join Buddy in … His Trials and Treasures.

Will Edwinson is an award-winning story teller for his fiction, and an award winning columnist. His second book, Buddy ... His Trials and Treasures, won a first place in state competition, and a second place at national. His "A Bit Of Nostalgia" column that he wrote under another name, won second and first place, awards in two separate competitions from the Utah-Idaho-Spokane Associated Press Association.

Edwinson grew up in rural Southeast Idaho during the 1940s. After his college stint, he made his living on the family farm in Southeast Idaho as a dry land farmer raising barley and wheat, always holding onto the dream he had harbored for most of his life-that of being a writer-but still not confident that he had the necessary abilities and skills for such a career. After reaching mid-life, he determined that if he were ever going to be a writer, it was time to begin. His first book was launched when he was in his mid-fifties.

Edwinson is basically a self-taught author. His passion lay toward storytelling, so he began reading fiction of every genre to get a grasp of different writing styles and writing techniques. He also took advantage of the many books and manuals on writing that were available. These are mentioned on his Links & Lists page at his website, He is also a graduate of Writer's Digest Short Story Writing course.

In his younger years, Edwinson was also a semi-professional singer, performing on stages from Sun Valley, Idaho, to Lake Havasu City, Arizona. He also demonstrates a flair as an inventor. Out of necessity,to teach his two youngest daughters some rudimentary money management skills, he invented and Trademarked a children's allowance management system, "The Child's Checkmaster." which enabled parents and children to keep better track of the children's allowance draws and which also taught the children some rudimentary money management skills.

Will Edwinson currently lives in Tucson, Arizona.


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