#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
Rodeo Report 1

I promised a report on the rodeo, and this cowgirl delivers on a promise–though it may take some time! On top of horse work–man, do they look beautiful out there in that snowy pasture–and starting the new book, “The Montana Creeds: Logan’s Return”, I’m getting to this blog later every day, it seems.

Jenni and I arrived in Las Vegas late the night of the 7th, caught a cab, and checked into the marvelous South Point Hotel, which is the center of all things rodeo. Fantastic place! It has it’s own arena, with accommodations for 1400 horses, a bowling alley, a bingo hall, and a multi-screen movie house. No gambling that night–we were too tired from all the familiar hassles of traveling.

On December 8, I finally got together with the wonderful Steve Miller, of Montana Silversmiths, who made all this possible. (Steve is my ex-husband’s first cousin–I knew him slightly, years ago, but we hadn’t crossed paths in a long, long time.) In addition to his organizational genius, Steve is an accomplished sculptor. There’s a full-page ad for his work in this month’s issue of “Cowboys and Indians”, the one with Trisha Yearwood on the cover. Steve’s wife, Terry, is one of the loveliest women I’ve ever met.

I made my first visit to Cowboy Christmas, the big rodeo-associated gift show, that day and bought myself a pile of jeans. I visited a few of my favorite booths, too, but didn’t spend as much this year as last. Guess I’m getting more conservative as I get older. NOT. :)

Judy Wagner, also of MSS, called to say she’d left something for me at the bell desk. Well, when I got there, I was bowled over! Here was the most fantastic western purse, just crammed with blue jewelry boxes!! Stunning stuff, all from the Montana Silversmiths collection.

There’s more. A lot more. Tune in tomorrow!

Back from the Barn

Another morning feeding horses, which is why I’m late starting this blog. We have a little snow, and more coming on.

It’s nice in the barn–if you don’t mind the smell. When the horses hear the truck drive up, they know Room Service has arrived and start nickering and carrying on. I head on in and flip the lights on. “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Breakfast is served.”

Each horse gets a scoop of Equine Senior, a supplement to make sure their bones stay strong, etc., and then I start lobbing grass-hay into feeders. When they’ve had an hour or so to eat–right about now–I’ll go back out and turn them loose for the day. Mucking out stalls is harder–LOTS harder–but I have Mary Ann to help me and, frankly, since my job is so sedentary, it’s good for me to do some physical work.

I’m starting book one of the Montana Creeds series this morning–“Logan’s Return”. If you read “The McKettrick Way”, you know who Logan is. :) If you haven’t, I won’t spoil it for you by telling.

I’ve been hearing a lot lately about the things Santa can’t say. “Ho, ho, ho,” for instance. What a wheelbarrow load THAT is. Ho-ho-ho is an old-fashioned way of denoting laughter–not a slur on the honor of womanhood. And then there’s “Merry Christmas”. None of us are supposed to say that, either, apparently. My feelings on that are not exactly politically correct. Freedom of religion is a right in this country–unless you’re a Christian. Now don’t go getting me wrong; I have infinite respect for other people and their right to worship as they please. I just want the same courtesy in return. And don’t even get me started on taking “In God We Trust” off the money.

Before I get myself in so deep I need a shovel, let me just say, “Ho, ho, ho, and Merry CHRISTmas!”

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