With the adeptness of years of practice, Oliole dipped the big glass plate into the collodion solution. While it was still wet and in the darkness of her black canvas-covered box, she dipped it into the silver nitrate. She spied the Billings stagecoach rolling up Main Street far below her. She ducked under the canvas, shoved the plate into the camera, flipped open the shutter, and began to count, "One...two...three..." But instead of Boomtown at Noon, four horsemen romped into the foreground. She jerked her head out from the canvas and screamed, "No!"
Book 3, Heroines of the Golden West Series: Miss Fontenot, western romance by award-winning author Stephen Bly
In the final book of this western romance series, Oliole Fontenot did not come West to look for a husband. She came for freedom. To stand outside and shout to the heavens. To be herself. Become a photographer and succeed or fail on her own merit. And grow in her devotion to God.
A new calling, a new business and a new start. In Cantrell, Montana, Oliole finds that freedom. But that’s not all. She finds danger, adventure, as well as the mundane. There are also good friends like Carolina Cantrell Parks and Isabel Leon Mandera. A fourteen-year-old protege. And a menacing gang of bank robbers led by the notorious Sam Black. But the biggest challenge for Oliole is not outlaws. Or it’s not the selling of her photographs. It’s the charm of a handsome drover, Kaid Durrant. His open personality and simple ways sneak past her defenses. He forces her to consider giving up the freedom she came West to find. It’s a struggle between God’s will and her own. She knows its resolution will affect every day of the rest of her life.
Here’s the pronunciation for the main character’s name in this western romance: Oliole (Oh-Lee-Oh-Lay) Fontenot (Fawn-Ten-No).
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Excerpt from historical western romance Miss Fontenot:
With the adeptness of years of practice, Oliole dipped the big glass plate into the collodion solution. While it was still wet and in the darkness of her black canvas-covered box, she dipped it into the silver nitrate. She spied the Billings stagecoach rolling up Main Street far below her. She ducked under the canvas, shoved the plate into the camera, flipped open the shutter, and began to count, “One…two…three…” But instead of Boomtown at Noon, four horsemen romped into the foreground. She jerked her head out from the canvas and screamed, “No!”
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Other books in this western romance series include Sweet Carolina and The Marquesa.
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