There’s so much more that goes into writing a book than I ever considered. The marketing of the material is crucial. I’ve not quite finished the Elizabeth Custer book and I’m already thinking about the launch of tome and all that needs to be done this far in advance. The Soldier’s Widow is scheduled for release in May 2011. Although I haven’t made the arrangements yet I’d like to have the launch of the book in three different places; the Gene Autry Western Museum in Los Angeles, Fort Dodge, Kansas, Billings, MT., and New York City. New York is hosting Book Expo in May 2011 and it’s the perfect venue to kick off a new book. Elizabeth Custer lived out her final days in New York in an apartment on Park Avenue. I will begin making plans for all of these launches the day I ship the book to my editor. With my deep love for all things Old West I’m surprised that my idol growing up wasn’t a cowgirl. But alas, it was not. It was Nancy Sinatra. I thought she had an amazing voice and loved the song “These Boots Are Made For Walking.” She did a movie with Elvis and sang a song in the film called “Groovy Self” – I was quite fond of that tune as well. I tried to copy the fashions she wore on her album covers. The look didn’t really make it on a 7 year-old, but I had to try. One year for Christmas my grandmother gave me a pair of Go-Go boots like Nancy wore in the film Speedway. I was so proud. I wore those boots everywhere hoping beyond hope they would detract from my insanely short hair and what seemed to me to be gigantic Chiclets some referred to as teeth. On the far side of 40 now I’ve traded in my Go-Go boots for cowboy boots. I won’t ever trade in my Nancy Sinatra albums though. At a very crucial time in my life Nancy was all I had for inspiration. I?ve thought about writing her a couple of times to let her know, but talk myself out of it. Someday I might change my mind. Until then?”Come on, boots. Start walking.”

LeeAnne Sharpe with the Spirit of the West organization contacted me Wednesday night to let me know that I’m being honored with the Spirit of the West Alive award in October. The award recognizes those individuals who have continued to keep the idea of the Old West in the public eye. Past recipients have been Buck Taylor, Bruce Dern, Bob Boze Bell, and Peter Brown. I’m very honored and thank the folks at the organization for considering me at all. I don’t remember when the last time was I received such happy news. I must admit, however, that I’m a lot like Robert Duvall’s character from the movie Tender Mercies. “I don’t trust happiness,” Duvall’s character says to his. “I never have and I never will.” I continue to work away at getting the Libbie Custer book complete. Soon. Very soon. I will have it all done. I’m including a few of the best things ever said by and about some famous western legends and locations in today’s post. Enjoy. “For my handling of the situation at Tombstone, I have no regrets. Were it to be done again, I would do it exactly as I did it at the time.” — Wyatt Earp, lawman. “We are rough men and used to rough ways.” – Bob Younger to a newspaper reporter following the 1876 Northfield, Minnesota raid. “Cimarron is in the hands of a mob.” — The Santa Fe New Mexican newspaper commenting on Cimarron, New Mexico during the Colfax County War. November 9, 1875. “Can’t you hurry this up a bit? I hear they eat dinner in Hades at twelve sharp and I don’t aim to be late.” – Black Jack Ketchum, just before he was hanged at Clayton, New Mexico on April 26, 1901. “They say I killed six or seven men for snoring. It ain’t true. I only killed one man for snoring.” — John Wesley Hardin. “I love it. It is wild with adventure.” – Henry Starr describing the bandit life in the Old West shortly before he was shot to death in a gunfight in Arkansas. “Dodge City is a wicked little town. Indeed, its character is so clearly and egregiously bad that one might conclude, were the evidence in these later times positive of its possibility, that it was marked for special Providential punishment.” — a letter that appeared in the Washington D.C. Evening Star, January 1, 1878. “There is no law, no restraint in this seething cauldron of vice and depravity.” – The New York Tribune describing Abilene, Kansas. I do believe that particular quote applies to the country as a whole these days.

There was a happy surprise in the August 2010 edition of Wild West Magazine I picked up Saturday. The Many Loves of Buffalo Bill was reviewed and the reviewer liked it. I didn’t realize the book was going to be reviewed and am thrilled the material was well received. Maybe that’s why sales for the book increased this past week. I finished handwriting the Elizabeth Custer book Friday. I’m now on to the second rewrite. Progress is being made albeit slow. I have grown quite fond of Elizabeth in the process of writing this book and admire her tremendously. She knew her husband was not a saint, but believed with everything she was that he was not to blame for the happenings at the Little Big Horn. She researched the accounts of the event herself and courageously took on anyone who said Custer was at fault. She championed him right up to the time she died. She outlived all of her husband’s critics, namely Marcus Reno and Frederick Benteen. Reno died at the age of 54 after an operation for cancer of the tongue. Benteen died of heart failure in his mid-60s. Neither one of the men lived great lives after the battle. Elizabeth made sure the world knew they were cowards no matter how much they tried to blame George’s ego for the loss of life at the Last Stand. George once told Elizabeth, “I don’t believe a man ever perpetrated a rank injustice knowingly upon his fellow man but that he suffered for it before he died.” I believe that was true for Reno and Benteen. And now for a look back?on Saturday June 19, 1880, feared ex-marshal George Flatt was out drinking in Caldwell, Kansas and got into a bit of trouble with new the new marshal, Frank Hunt. Flatt was later ambushed and killed on his way to eat supper and witnesses identified Hunt fleeing the scene. I do believe Hunt suffered greatly before he died. I hope Custer’s words turn out to be true for those in my own sphere of influence who have “perpetrated a rank injustice.”

As I begin my average work day with a cup of orange juice and cherry pop tarts, because one needs that daily intake of fruit, I’ve decided this entry will be a combination of book and Old West news. The Many Loves of Buffalo Bill Cody received a favorable review from the folks at American Cowboy Magazine. The review is in the July issue of the periodical. An add for the books in the Go West series that deal with entertainers of the Old West will appear in True West Magazine next month. I’ve teamed up with western clothing company Cattle Kate’s in the ad. They have the best western gear. I own more than a few of the dresses they sell. I will be performing standup comedy on Friday night for a local benefit to send a couple of missionaries to the Ukraine. I enjoyed doing standup years ago when I was in college and look forward to making people laugh again. At least I hope it turns out that way. Emailed the producer that have optioned Playing for Time, but have received no word back on the progress of that film. Hope to attract some attention to the Roy Rogers/Dale Evans material during the auction of their museum items next month. Perhaps a studio executive will finally give the script a green light. I know Clint Black is out there doing his part. The new word on production efforts for Thunder Over the Prairie is that all money should be in escrow for the film by July 1st, 2010. After Walter Hill is given the go-ahead to write the script, we’ll be on our way. The Elizabeth Custer book is slowly reaching completion. I want so much for this book to be the best in the series. I’m taking my time with the material, double and triple checking every fact and date. Hope to launch the book next June on the 135th anniversary of the Battle of the Little Big Horn. The plan is to launch the material in New York at Book Expo and then LA at the Gene Autry Western Museum. Still miss my brother terribly. He never leaves my thoughts. To think of his suffering is sometimes more than I can bear. But I can’t forget him. Graphic artist Jeff Galpin is designing the cover for the book I’m working on about Rick. Hope to have it up on the site in the not too distance future. On this day in 1866, Lewis Peacock’s Carpetbaggers got themselves shot up at the Nance Farm new Lick Skillet, Texas by Bob Lee’s Texans. Three of them were killed in the gunfight. None of Lee’s men were hurt. Nobody in Texas liked the Reconstructionists. Also on this day in 1893, Mike Tovey was killed during a stagecoach robbery. He had ridden shotgun for Wells Fargo for 28 years.

I am home again, after several days of trailing after Elizabeth Custer. Fort Leavenworth is a beautiful post. George and Elizabeth stayed there during George’s court martial in the late 1860s. I met with Becky and her assistant at the Fort museum bookshop and she gave me a tour of the facilities and promised to start carrying my books in the store. Both women were kind and eager to help. They had wonderful stories of encounters with Elizabeth’s ghost at the quarters where she and George lived for a time. The quarters are called the Syracuse House. The assistant at the bookstore gives guided tours of the post and the story of Elizabeth’s visit back to her old home is included on the tour. The women in the bookstore sent me to the archive department at the museum to collect information about Elizabeth and her time at Fort Leavenworth. Not only was I informed that the museum had nothing about Mrs. Custer, but the archivist was not even certain George and Elizabeth ever lived in the Syracuse House. Historical facts varied under the same museum roof. I managed to acquire a photo from the archives of the quarters. Military families are still being rotated in and out of the home. The post is located near the Missouri River in order for steamers to be loaded with supplies and sent on their way to points west. The book The Soldier’s Widow is due to be released in May of next year. Part of the promotional tour will include Fort Leavenworth and I am hoping New York. That is the only place I have not been where Elizabeth lived. Missouri as a whole was humid, sticky, and generally uncomfortable in every way. I do not see the Missouri Mark Twain described in his works. At the start of 2010, I received numerous threatening letters. The author’s were identified. I was persuaded not to press charges because they were young and in college. I agreed, but now I have changed my mind. Visits to my site on June 12 from Norborne, MO. and June 14 from Greensboro, NC., from the same two people who sent the initial threats make me believe that this is too serious to let go any further. So in between unpacking from the trip, completing the work on Chapter 10 of the Custer book, I will be conversing with the authorities on the next course of action. A new ad for the Go West series of books will appear in the next edition of True West Magazine. True West was recently named one of the best publications of its kind and I agree. Bob Boze Bell, Meghan Saar, and the other fine people whom run that magazine are talented and living the dream. It has been a delight to work with them. I have been asked about the progress for the various films Howard Kazanjian and I have been working on. The update is boring and frustrating. Howard continues to work on getting the funds for Thunder Over the Prairie from a new studio being formed in Hollywood. It has been more than a year since we met with Walter Hill to discuss the project. He is still interested, but the funds have been slow in coming around. Howard is to meet with the financiers tomorrow. In the meantime, other avenues of fund raising are taking place. I have not checked in on Playing for Time in a while. The last I heard the production company was meeting with casting directors. If all goes with the funding for Thunder Over the Prairie we will have the capitol for the Roy Rogers/Dale Evans film. I am going to continue to work on the Libbie Custer bio and then move on to the Sam Sixkiller book. At 49, I continue to believe the films will be made. Maybe I should let the notion go, but it is all I have dreamed of since I kid in humid, sticky, and generally uncomfortable Missouri.

I’ll be traveling to Missouri this coming week. Given the spiritual and emotional climate in that area, it feels a great deal like going back into the lion’s den. I’ll be visiting Fort Leavenworth where George and Elizabeth Custer were stationed during the time of his court martial. I hope to gather key information about their lives to use in the last chapter of the book. The book is tentatively titled The Soldier’s Widow: Elizabeth Custer’s Life With and Without George. My Deadline is August 1st. I’m going to be cutting it close. A new ad promoting the books I’ve written about the women entertainers of the Old West will appear in the August issue of True West Magazine. I’ve teamed up with the western clothing store Cattle Kate’s in this ½ page ad. Anyone who purchases a wedding dress from Cattle Kate’s gets a discounted copy of Hearts West: Mail Order Brides of the Old West. I’d like to team up with other western type businesses for the next few ads and see what kind of response the book gets. Hearts West is an old title, but it does fairly well. In addition to researching the Custer book, I was going back to Missouri to attend my nieces wedding. I anticipated watching my brother Rick’s oldest daughter getting married without him there to have been very difficult. Due to the threats made on my life I won’t be going. Which is too bad because Nikki really is a treasure. But it’s better for her to have a day without drama. After reporting the threats I received at the beginning of the year the authorities responded by putting a tracing application on my computer. The threats were easily traced. I’m not happy Big Brother has invaded my privacy, but I do want the threats stopped. I haven’t had any trouble with that kind of vile act since I informed the people that I could see it was them doing the deed. I could even see their mother checking on her baby’s progress from where she works at New Liberty Hospital in Clay County, MO. The Freedom of Information Act was very helpful in acquiring that information. They can’t lie their way out of this one this time. In addition to watching out for lions while in the Show Me State, I’ll have to be mindful of snakes as well. I won’t be updating this site until I return. If I return. Turmoil is not new to that area of the country. In 1873, several cavalrymen had a quarrel with a prostitute named Emma Stanely at Red Beard’s Dancehall in Delano, Kansas. One of the troopers shot her in the thigh. Red Beard charged into the troopers with guns blazing and wounded two of them. I admire the way they handled trouble in the Old West. I hope to return in a week with tales of the research I did at the various Kansas Forts. Until then, Happy Trails.

Since I’m working on the last chapter in the Elizabeth Custer book entitled The Soldier’s Widow, I thought it fitting to share some of the greatest lines from movies made about the Boy General. There have been no films made specifically on Elizabeth. I hope I have a chance to change that in my lifetime.

They Died with Their Boots On (1941)
Ned Sharp: Where is the regiment riding?
George Armstrong Custer: To hell, Sharp… or to glory. It depends on one’s point of view.

George Armstrong Custer: You may be right about money, Sharp; quite right. But there’s one thing to be said for glory.
Ned Sharp: Yeah? What’s that?
George Armstrong Custer: You can take glory with you when it’s your time to go.

George Armstrong Custer: [on his cadet uniform] I must get myself a tigerskin as soon as possible.

George Armstrong Custer: Walking through life with you, ma’am, has been a very gracious thing.

[after they first meet, Custer walks Miss Bacon to Gen. Sheridan’s house]
George Armstrong Custer: Do you think if I were to come strolling past your house around nine o’clock at night you might be just sitting around on the veranda?
Elizabeth Bacon: Life is full of surprises.
George Armstrong Custer: And if I did find you sitting on the porch perhaps you and I could go for a walk together.
Elizabeth Bacon: [laughs] We seem to have been walking together ever since we met.
George Armstrong Custer: Well, I can’t imagine, ma’am – if I may say so – any pleasanter journey, ma’am, than walking through life with you beside me, ma’am.

[Custer addresses the officers after his arrival at Fort Lincoln]
George Armstrong Custer: We’re responsible for the protection of 100,000 square miles of territory. And against us are ranged thousands of the finest light cavalry on earth. I found that out this morning. It’s a big job, gentlemen… and it’s gonna need a fine regiment. Our job is to make this the finest regiment that the United States ever saw. I needn’t tell most of you that a regiment is something more than just six hundred disciplined fighting men. Men die. But a regiment lives on; because a regiment has an immortal soul of its own. Well, the way to begin is to find it. To find something that belongs to us alone. Something to give us that pride in ourselves that’ll make men endure – and, if necessary, die… with their boots on. As for the rest it’s easy: since it’s no more than hard work, hard riding and hard fighting. Thank you, gentlemen, I know I can count on you.

Ned Sharp: If the other outfits don’t fight their way through, you’re liable to have a lot of Sioux on your hands.
George Armstrong Custer: Yes. Yes, quite a lot of Sioux, Sharp. But the greater the odds, the greater the glory.

[the night before the battle, Custer asks Butler to take his last letter back to Fort Lincoln]
Lt. “Queen’s Own” Butler: Why are you asking me to go back with it?
George Armstrong Custer: Well, for one thing you’re an Englishman, not an American.
Lt. “Queen’s Own” Butler: Not an American! What do you Yankees think you are? The only REAL Americans in this merry old parish are on the other side of the hill with feathers in their hatr.
George Armstrong Custer: You’re probably right about that. But there’s 6,000 of them… and less than 600 of us. The regiment’s being sacrificed, Butler, and I wouldn’t want to see a foreigner butchered in a dirty deal like this,
Lt. “Queen’s Own” Butler: Sporty of you to think of it that way. But I’ll remind you, sir, I’m a member of the mess of the Seventh U.S. Cavalry. Fancy walking into the Service Club in Picadilly if the regiment… Get somebody else to post your blinking letter!
George Armstrong Custer: Thanks, ‘Queen’s Own’. Just so long as you know.

Son of the Morning Star (1991) (TV)
George Armstrong Custer: [after pursuing a group of Indians on horseback who started to scatter] They scattered. They scattered!
[Fires his rifle in the air]
George Armstrong Custer: Give me a civilized war! An enemy I can find and beat! An enemy who fights by the rules!

George Armstrong Custer: [Upon realizing he had ran into Crazy Horse’s warriors] Oh God. This is not the end of the village. This is the middle!

George Armstrong Custer: [a doctor tends to the wounded deserters] Stay away from that wagon, doctor. I have no sympathy with those men. They will receive no aid. Is this clear?

Libby Custer: Let me know what the women are wearing.
George Armstrong Custer: I’ll study them carefully.
Libby Custer: Don’t you dare.

George Armstrong Custer: [as he watches Reno attack] It begins!

George Armstrong Custer: [to his men as they charge] All right, boys, we caught ’em nappin!

George Armstrong Custer: [to Libby] I didn’t matty you for me to sleep in one bed and you in another.

Little Big Man (1970)
General Custer: You came up here to kill me, didn’t you? And you lost your nerve. Well, I was correct. In a sense, you are a renegade, but you are no Cheyenne Brave. Do I hang you? I think not. Get out of here.

Jack Crabb: You’re not going to hang me.
General Custer: Your miserable life is not worth the reversal of a Custer decision.

Jack Crabb: General, you go down there.
General Custer: You’re advising me to go into the Coulee?
Jack Crabb: Yes sir.
General Custer: There are no Indians there, I suppose.
Jack Crabb: I didn’t say that. There are thousands of Indians down there. And when they get done with you, there won’t be nothing left but a greasy stain. This ain’t the Washite River, General, and them ain’t helpless women and children waiting for you. They’re Cheyenne brave, and Sioux. You go down there, General, if you’ve got the nerve.
General Custer: Still trying to outsmart me, aren’t you, mule-skinner. You want me to think that you don’t want me to go down there, but the subtle truth is you really *don’t* want me to go down there!

General Custer: Nothing in this world is more surprising than the attack without mercy!

General Custer: A Custer decision impetuous? GRANT called me impetuous, too, the drunkard, sitting there in the White House, calling ME impetuous!

General Custer: A scout has a certain look… Kit Carson, for example. You look like… a muleskinner!
Jack Crabb: Uh, General I don’t know anything about mules…
General Custer: Lieutenant, it’s amazing how I can guess the profession of a man just by looking at him! Notice the bandy legs, the powerful arms. This man has spent years with mules. Isn’t that right?
Jack Crabb: Uh, yes sir!
General Custer: Hire the muleskinner!

The Legend of Custer (1968)
[first lines]
[Custer rides into stable where a game of craps is under way]
Sergeant James Bustard: Go ahead and shoot. Go on, shoot. Shoot! Shoot!
[Game continues]
Sergeant James Bustard: Hold it! I win!
[when Bustard reaches for his winnings, Custer steps on the cash]
Custer: What is your name, Private?
Sergeant James Bustard: James Bustard.
Custer: Do you count yourself a tough man?
Sergeant James Bustard: None tougher in the Seventh or any other damned Yankee regiment, General, suh. But I’m forgettin’, it isn’t General anymore is it?

Custer: My name is George Armstrong Custer. Rank: Lieutenant Colonel, United States Cavalry, formerly Brevet Major General. Found guilty of dereliction of duty and suspended from rank for one year. By order of General Phil Sheridan reinstated commander of the Seventh Regiment as of now. The Seventh was my first command after the war. I was proud of it. I intend to be proud of it again.

Custer: Is that Captain Reno bearing down on us?
Captain Myles Keogh: Oh, then you’re acquainted?
Custer: Captain Reno never quite got over the fact that I followed him in West Point and now he follows me. The salt that really burns the wound is that I graduated 34th in a class of 34.

General Alfred Terry: For the record, I don’t like you. You’re too sure of yourself, too much your own man.
Custer: Then why did you bring me back?
General Alfred Terry: Because, by the Almighty, you’re a soldier. There’s another kind of war brewing out here on the frontier. We’re going to need every trained man we can get.

[rather than return to Fort Hays as he was ordered, Custer has just led his troopers to General Terry’s rescue]
General Alfred Terry: And more important, I gave you a direct order to return to this post, Mr. Custer!
Custer: I received the General’s order, sir, and was carrying it out.
General Alfred Terry: By riding in the opposite direction of the fort?
Custer: The general’s order did not specify the route I was to take in getting here, sir.

There are times I see a young man in his early 20s and think about the son I lost. He would have been 22 this month. I imagine Elizabeth Custer thought about such things. She and George wanted children, but they could never have any. Some historians believe George couldn’t father any children. They maintain that complications from spending years riding horseback made it impossible. Descendants of a Sioux Indian woman named Monahsetah disregard that notion. They believe that George fathered a child with the lovely maiden and that Elizabeth knew about the boy. George loved Elizabeth, but he never let that interfere with getting involved with another woman. If he did have a baby with Monahsetah that had to have been heartbreaking for Elizabeth. Not only would that have been physical proof your husband had been unfaithful, but confirmation that YOU were definitely the one unable to have a child. I admire her devotion to George even after he was killed. Elizabeth was a faithful widow. On this day 129 years ago people in the town of Galeyville, Arizona were celebrating the fact that notorious bad guy, Curly Bill Brocious would soon be leaving the territory. A Galeyville resident by the name of Jim Wallace had grown tired of Curly Bill constantly giving him sass and shot him in the neck. The bullet exited through Curly Bill’s cheek and knocked out several teeth. It was a serious wound, but Curly Bill survived and left the area after he recovered. He had it coming. Sure hope that skunk never procreated.

I have days when the grief over how my brother is suffering overwhelms me. It feels like it’s almost impossible to go on. Taking a handful of pills which would let me sleep to the end seems preferable. I was at that point this past Saturday. I struggle with knowing that people I once thought had heart, thumb their nose at the immense hurt and simply DO NOT CARE. I blame a religious belief that teaches that only a few are chosen. I blame a so-called minister who claims God’s grace is not sufficient. I blame a religion that teaches it’s congregation that it’s okay to send threatening emails to a person they believe is not chosen.The email I received announced that “someone like me should have their eyes cut out and bleed to death through their eye sockets.” That kind of email, along with watching Rick slowly fade, drove me to seek help from a professional this week. I was reminded then that I am not the Messiah and that only God can handle this hurt. I was reminded that God does love me and my brother and nothing can ever take that away. I’m still sad, but it’s not as bad as it was. Keeping my thoughts on my writing and the Old West helps. I am working on Chapter 10 of the Custer book. And speaking of the Old West, on this day in 1874, John Wesley Hardin celebrated his 21st birthday in Comanche, Texas. He won heavily betting on horse races and finished the day by killing Deputy Sheriff Charles Webb. Hardin escaped the pursuing posse but his brother, Joe, and Bud and Tom Dixon were soon caught and lynched by townsmen. You got to love frontier justice.

According to the book 1001 Ways to Market Your Book, it’s important to publicize your product on the internet. Towards that end, I now have two new commercials on my site. They are also running on You Tube on the Chris Enss channel. You’ll find them at www.chrisenss.com under the heading of Media. I’m never quite sure of the best marketing tools to use. I’ve run full page ads in all the major western publications about the lecture series I give at school and conferences, but there was no response. It’s often the same way with the e-newsletters I send out once a month. I’ve had numerous give-a-ways, but no takers. Conventional advertising techniques don’t seem to work with the types of books I write. I don’t write books about weight loss, child rearing, or how to stop the aging process. It would be wonderful to chat with other authors about the methods they use to promote their work. It’s a common misnomer to think a publisher does anything to help. They might send out a press release, but that’s the extent of what they do. You have to promote your own work. I need a fresh idea. The Many Loves of Buffalo Bill was reviewed in the recent issue of American Cowboy. The review was brief, but good. A great deal of writing is promoting. Who knew? Drop me a line and let me know what you think of the ads. I’d appreciate the feedback.