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Welcome to Jane Little Botkin
Having scoured the West for firsthand sources in family, library, and museum collections, award-winning author Jane Little Botkin melds personal narratives of American families with compelling stories of women, miners, lawmen, and outlaws in settings rich with a history that transitions into the New West.
Welcome to Jane Little Botkin
Having scoured the West for firsthand sources in family, library, and museum collections, award-winning author Jane Little Botkin melds personal narratives of American families with compelling stories of western women, labor radicals, miners, lawmen, and outlaws in settings rich with a history that transitions into the New West.
Jane is currently researching for her new biographies--The Breath of a Buffalo about Mary Ann Goodnight and Hank Boedeker, Lawman and Friend of Butch Cassidy. Check here for updates.
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“An engaging time capsule of trendsetting southwestern beauty pageantry. . . . . A revealing look behind the glamour and illusion of beauty queens.” —Kirkus Reviews
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The Dude Was Born, and the Western Rockies Have Never Been the Same
On my way home from Lander, Wyoming, after a horrible start, so bad that I questioned the wisdom in flying out last week. My Southwest Airlines flight took off an hour and half late because someone got the emergency exit door stuck. My connection in Denver was a charter flight to Riverton, WY. Instructions were…
The Best Part of a Story Is When It Changes
My mom died. It is a strange feeling being an orphan at my age. I am uncomfortable with the void I feel. I talked to her every day for the last twenty-three years. She had been diagnosed with lung cancer in January. Four months later, gone. One of my best fans, gone. Of course, I…