From Christina: I’d like to welcome author D’Ann Lindun to Time for Love. I loved learning about her childhood in Colorado, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy getting to know D’Ann, too.
Childhood and fall.
A lot of people probably think of school days, Halloween and the coming winter.
Childhood memories of fall bring back one overwhelming memory—hunting camp. My dad was an outfitter. He made his living by packing in and guiding big game hunters in the Colorado Mountains. And we as a family helped him. My mom, me and my two younger sisters.
One day after school, usually on a Friday, Mom would pick us up and we’d go to the barn. My sister Sherry and I would scurry around, catching and tacking up the saddle horses. My dad would load the packhorses with sleeping bags, grub boxes and tents.
The ride into camp was long, and it was cold, weaving high into the mountains, through dark pines and aspens shedding their orange and gold leaves. The scent of leaves on the damp ground and warm horses filled the air. Inevitably, it would be snowing, bitter wind blowing cold flakes into our faces. Our hands and feet felt like blocks of ice no matter how warm the gloves and socks.
Camp was heavy canvas sheepherder tents. The edges flapped in the cold wind, but dad always had a fire going in the camp stoves, and it was cozy inside. The horses were hobbled and the lead mare, Polly, wore a bell around her neck, the sound mournful in the night.
We three sisters snuggled in one sleeping bag with our Australian shepherd, Lobo, on our feet, although he wasn’t supposed to come inside. Dad would be by the door and Mom on the inside, always fretting about bears and other wildlife coming into the tents.
Daylight brought a skiff of snow on the ground and Dad calling the horses. In the clear air, the sound of their hooves across the frozen ground was thrilling. My sister Sherry and I poured grain on the ground for each, caught them and tied them to trees. Dad chopped wood, the sound of his axe splitting wood ringing out. Mom went to the water hole and carried buckets of water to the fire, to heat and do dishes. After two days of stacking wood, setting up cots for the hunters and scouting game, we’d head home.
It’s been more than 30 years since those days, but I can still smell the aspen leaves, see the camp in my mind’s eye and feel the love of a family who worked together every fall.
About D’Ann Lindun
Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to her because there’s just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, two ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories!
Her latest romance, The Cowboy’s Baby, from Crimson Press, is now available at Amazon.
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