February 22nd, 2008

Buffalo Bill Cody was one of the most famous characters in the Old West. By the time he was eleven he had ridden shotgun on a freight wagon and killed a man trying to attack the teamsters pushing supplies to Utah. Articles were written about him, fame was eminent. He was a household name when he met Louisa Frederici, the woman who would become his wife. One of the books I’m working on is about their marriage and the numerous affairs he had. He was a striking looking man and women threw themselves at him. Louisa was jealous, and rightly so, but didn’t not want to give Cody up. She made his life miserable and his three sisters resented her for it. Cody’s sisters were dedicated to their brother and would have done anything to protect his name and position. They couldn’t stand Louisa and believed the biggest mistake Cody ever made was marrying her. I didn’t expect the story of Louisa and Buffalo Bill to resonate with me personally, but that’s the thing about writing. You find something to identify with in every tale you venture into.