Printer In Petticoats. Lynna Banning
Читать онлайн.| Название | Printer In Petticoats |
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| Автор произведения | Lynna Banning |
| Жанр | Вестерны |
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| Издательство | Вестерны |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9781474042369 |
“Do I make you nervous, Jessamine?”
“What? Of course not. What would I have to be nervous about?”
He took a step closer and she backed up. “Me, maybe?” he said. He sent her a grin that seemed positively wicked.
“N-no,” she blurted out. “Not you.”
“My newspaper?”
“Of course not. I’m not afraid of a little competition.”
It’s you I am afraid of. She cringed inwardly at the admission. She squared her shoulders and forced her eyes to meet his.
“Yeah? Then how come you”re edging toward the door, Miss Lassiter?”
“I’m not!”
But she was. She couldn’t get away from those laughing blue eyes fast enough.
It’s a myth that women of the Old West were solely wives and mothers. Women were as intelligent, courageous and enterprising in the eighteen-hundreds as they are now. Many of them ran ranches, owned and operated dressmaking and millinery shops, hotels, boarding houses, restaurants and saloons, and even newspapers—as this story will demonstrate. They also worked as teachers, housekeepers, nannies and cooks, and engaged in dozens of other ventures to make their livings. In addition women were engaged in the arts, as painters, writers, lecturers and photographers, and it is to these intrepid females we owe much of our knowledge and appreciation of nineteenth-century life and culture.
Printer in
Petticoats
Lynna Banning
LYNNA BANNING combines her lifelong love of history and literature in a satisfying career as a writer. Born in Oregon, she graduated from Scripps College and embarked on a career as an editor and technical writer, and later as a high school English teacher. She enjoys hearing from her readers. You may write to her directly at PO Box 324, Felton, CA 95018, USA, email her at [email protected] or visit Lynna’s website at lynnabanning.net.
For David Woolston
Contents
Smoke River, Oregon, 1870
Jessamine glanced up from her rolltop desk in front of the big window in her newspaper office and narrowed her eyes. What on earth...?
Across the street a team of horses hauling a rickety farm wagon rolled up in front of the empty two-story building that until a week ago housed the Smoke River Bank. A brown canvas cover swathed something big and bulky in the wagon bed.