Category Archives: Riley’s Ramblings

Read more Riley’s Ramblings ➡️ Late June 1877 I’m writing one more letter to Andi. I have a bad feeling that the mail is not very reliable. That’s too bad. I have never received any letters from my best friend, but I can understand why. I think Pa moves around too much. Probably any letterContinue reading “Off to Fort Laramie”

Read more Riley’s Ramblings ➡️ Fort Bridger, June 1877 After the letter I wrote to Andi, I found some new friends. I went to bed one night in early May and woke up the next morning to find a clump of teepees on our fort’s side of the river. There were seven teepees. I didContinue reading “My Discovery at Fort Bridger”

Read more Riley’s Ramblings ➡️ Fort Bridger, May 1877 I tore a page out of my journal today and wrote a letter to Andi. I hope she gets it. I also copied the letter into my journal so I would remember what I wrote to her. Dear Andi, It’s only been six months since IContinue reading “Teensy-weensy Fort Bridger”

Read more Riley’s Ramblings ➡️ Fort Bridger, Wyoming, March 1, 1877 I couldn’t leave Fort Alcatraz fast enough. I tried to keep it quiet from Tom Malloy’s gang of troublemakers, but of course nobody can keep it quiet for long when a change of command leaks out. The kids gave me a bit of aContinue reading “Hello, Fort Bridger!”

Read more Riley’s Ramblings ➡️ In Riley’s own words A fan was wondering about my dog Tucker (The Last Ride and Courageous Love). She wanted to know if he was a border collie. The answer to that is yes, but the breed was not recognized as such until the early 1900s (after Tucker had passedContinue reading “Riley’s Dog Tucker”

Read more of Riley’s Ramblings ➡️ Fort Alcatraz, early February 1877 God answered my prayer to get us off this island in San Francisco Bay. I’ve been praying extra hard ever since Tom Malloy tricked me into playing hide-and-go-seek in the prison cell blocks a couple of weeks ago. Can a fella get any dumber?Continue reading “Good-by, Fort Alcatraz!”

Read more Riley’s Ramblings ➡️ Winter 1877, Alcatraz Prison I’m still shaking. I can hardly write straight. That Tom Malloy is a worthless fellow. Today he proved it. All I can do is write it all down and thank the good Lord above that He heard me crying out to Him. It was that scary.Continue reading “A Scary Day at Alcatraz”