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Blurb:
In the summer of
1916 women do not have the right to vote, let alone be motorcycle dispatch
riders. Two sisters, Angeline and Adelaide Hanson are determined to prove to
the world that not only are women capable of riding motorbikes, but they can
ride motorbikes across the United States. Alone.
From a dance hall
in Chicago to a jail cell in Dodge City, love and trouble both follow Angeline
and Adelaide on the dirt roads across the United States. The sisters shout
their triumph from Pike’s Peak only to end up lost in the Salt Lake desert.
Will they make it
to their goal of Los Angeles or will too many mishaps prevent them from
reaching their destination and thus, hinder their desire to prove that women
can do it?
Excerpt:
There
was a twinkle in Francisco’s eyes as he looked the women up and down, taking in
their dirty riding attire and the motorbikes behind them.
“We are
just moving some of our caballos and mules to a more desirable
location,” he said smoothly. “You must be the famous sisters riding to Los Angeles
and getting into muchas
problemas!” He laughed boisterously and, turning to the conversing men
waiting on their horses and mules behind him, said something in Spanish to them
all. The men began laughing and slapping their thighs with their large hats.
Angeline
didn’t like this and stepped forward. “What are you saying?” she demanded.
Francisco
gestured for his men to be quiet. “I read your American papers. You are quite
famous. You brought trouble upon a man with many wives.” He shook his head and
raised his hands in the air as though in supplication. “More than one espousa. Por que? Hombre loco!”
The men
behind him roared their approval once again. Finished with his antics,
Francisco turned a serious face to the women in front of him. “Crazy man, I
say. One woman is enough.” He held up a single digit. “Any more woman than
that, and I would be drowning in my José Cuervo!”
The men
behind him began yelling amongst themselves, and Angeline had no idea what they
were saying but decided it sounded rather bawdy and thus related to women and a
man named José, and it seemed harmless enough. The men looked dirty and
disheveled, and she noted they carried weapons, but the man called Francisco
was smiling and did not seem to intend them harm, so she permitted herself to
relax.
Adelaide
was quite charmed by this foreign man in front of her. She liked his smooth movements
and the way he spoke with a twinkle in his eye. She also liked the idea of
being famous. She asked the man to tell her more about what he had heard.
“You are
representing women, yes?” Francisco asked them. “You aretropas and rebels!”
“Well, I
don’t know what a tropa is, but I suppose you could say that.”
Adelaide blushed again. Angeline was watching from the corner of her eye.
“Tell me
more.” Francisco placed her hand in the crook of his arm. “Maybe we can help
you.” He gestured to his men to dismount, and they all rushed to obey, pulling
saddlebags off their horses or mules. “We have food and water and José Cuervo.”
Angeline
was looking around for this mysterious José they all seemed to worship so, but
no man in particular seemed to respond. She shrugged and reluctantly followed
Francisco and her sister as they walked. The men obviously under Francisco’s
command were all resting on their colorful bedrolls and chatting, occasionally
looking in their direction in curiosity.
She
caught up to her sister and new companion and grabbed her sister’s free arm,
forcing her to stop her chattering and turn around. “We really should be going.
We must reach the next town before dark,” she said in a warning tone.
Adelaide’s
eyes were bright with excitement, and her cheeks were flushed. “Francisco says
we will not make the next town before dark. He says we may join him and his men
when they set up camp.”
“Absolutely
not!” Angeline hissed, glancing discreetly at Francisco who was now directing
orders at his men. “What has gotten into you? We are two women alone
surrounded by strange, foreign men! Do you have any idea what could happen?”
“Mujures,
I assure you no harm shall come to you. Here…” Francisco came up to them and
pressed a Colt dragoon into Angeline’s hands, “for your safety.”
The
dragoon was heavy, and she struggled not to show surprise or dismay. She had
never shot a weapon. She attempted to exhibit a confidence she did not feel as
she looked Francisco in the eye. “Why?” she asked defiantly. “Why do you want
us to stay with your camp?”
“My men
and I would love the company. We have been traveling for days with nothing but
ourselves, our horses, our smelly mules, and José for company. We will not harm
you, but I will not stop you from leaving if wish you wish to do so.” He
gallantly bowed once again.
A camp
was being set up near a formation of rocks, and the men were unpacking cooking
utensils as Angeline looked at the setting sun. She sighed. They had wasted too
much time. She did not want to get lost again.
She
looked at the dragoon in her hand, and its weight reassured her. She looked at
a hopeful Adelaide and nodded her consent at Francisco. They would camp one
night, but if any of the men bothered her or her sister, she was putting this
dragoon to use even if it meant shooting her own arm off.
Customer Review from Amazon:
This was such a great story. I haven't read YA in years, but
the subject had me intrigued. The story surrounds the Hanson sisters, Angeline
and Adelaide and their desire to show a 1916 America that women can indeed
participate in the war by becoming motorbike dispatch riders.
I admired the spirit and determination of these two women. At
each obstacle they encountered, from disapproving looks from people for wearing
male attire, (trousers and leather jackets), a lost wallet, downright meanness,
and at one point incarceration, the sisters persevered. There were a couple of
instances where they could have given up, but they remembered why they decided
to ride across America.
Reading Ride for Rights evoked a lot of emotions, the most
prevalent was a sense of empowerment. 1916 was a time where women were
considered nothing without a man and the Hanson sisters proved they could be
someone. If one is willing to step out an fight an injustice incredible things
can happen and the Hanson sisters did their best to make their cause heard.
So if you're looking for a sweet story, while an emotional
impact and lots of adventure, Ride for Rights delivers. Also the author adds a
nice note at the end regarding her research. It's worth looking into, I did a
little more research on my own and found a few more noteworthy women and I
never would've done that if I hadn't read Ms. Chevrestt's book. Ride for Rights
isn't just a title, it's a call to action, a battle cry.
--Chantale Williams “Telly”
Bio
Tara Chevrestt is a deaf
woman, former aviation mechanic, writer, and an editor. She is most passionate
about planes, motorcycles, dogs, and above all, reading. That led to her love
of writing. Between her writing and her editing, which allows her to be home
with her little canine kids, she believes she has the greatest job in the
world. She is very happily married.
Tara also writes as Sonia
Hightower. Sonia writes the racy stuff and argues that she was here first. She just
wasn't allowed to be unleashed until the last year.
While Tara and Sonia continue to fight over
the laptop and debate who writes the next book, you can find buy links, blurbs,
and other fun bits on their website: http://tarachevrestt.weebly.com/index.html or their Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tara-Chevrestt-Sonia-Hightower/218383211513877.
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