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About the Book
Book Title: Unspoken
Series: The Dust Series
Author: Jann Alexander
Publication Date: July 3, 2025
Publisher: Black Rose Writing
Pages: 368
Genre: Historical Fiction
Any Triggers: Two deaths from dust pneumonia in first chapter, 1935; inhumane treatments in an asylum setting, pre-1950; maltreatment in a state home for children, pre-1945; a botched abortion where a woman nearly dies, 1940s
A farm devastated. A dream destroyed. A family scattered.
And one Texas girl determined to salvage the wreckage.
Ruby Lee Becker can't breathe. It's 1935 in the heart of the Dust Bowl, and the Becker family has clung to its Texas Panhandle farm through six years of drought, dying crops, and dust storms. On Black Sunday, the biggest blackest storm of them all threatens ten-year-old Ruby with deadly dust pneumonia and requires a drastic choice —one her mother, Willa Mae, will forever regret.
To survive, Ruby is forced to leave the only place she's ever known. Far from home in Waco, and worried her mother has abandoned her, she's determined to get back.
Even after twelve years, Willa Mae still clings to memories of her daughter. Unable to reunite with Ruby, she's broken by their separation.
Through rollicking adventures and harrowing setbacks, the tenacious Ruby Lee embarks on her perilous quest for home —and faces her one unspoken fear.
Heart-wrenching and inspiring, the tale of Ruby Lee's dogged perseverance and Willa Mae's endless love for her daughter shines a light on women driven apart by disaster who bravely lean on one another, find comfort in remade families, and redefine what home means.
Jann Alexander writes characters who face down their fears. Her novels are as close-to-true as fiction can get.
Jann is the author of the historical novel, UNSPOKEN, set in the Texas Panhandle during the Dust Bowl and Great Depression eras, and her first book in The Dust Series.
Jann writes on all things creative in her weekly blog, Pairings. She's a 20-year resident of central Texas and creator of the Vanishing Austin photography series. As a former art director for ad agencies and magazines in the D.C. area, and a painter, photographer, and art gallery owner, creativity is her practice and passion.
Jann's lifelong storytelling habit and her more recent zeal for Texas history merged to become the historical Dust Series. When she is not reading, writing, or creating, she bikes, hikes, skis, and kayaks. She lives in central Texas with her own personal Texan (and biggest fan), Karl, and their Texas mutt, Ruby.
The odor of burning paper that
accompanies a blue norther in March, with its low, blue-gray clouds stretching
across the horizon
I
can smell the acrid reek behind the glove factory where the smiths tanned the
hides they hung and stripped. The smooth feel of the leather on the table where
my sewing machine sat, as I fed it into the stitcher, the smell of it I came to
love once it was tanned and dyed. The plum leather was my favorite of the ones
I fanned out on my table, their edges revealing the warm sienna, the reddish
rust, the rich chocolate brown, the deep black, the lovely pale cream color,
all in a blend I would rearrange daily in a daydream until the foreman yelled
at me.
The rumble of thunderheads massing
north and northwest of Hartless that signals a dry norther
I
hear the freight trains thundering past our little shack near the Rock Island
tracks, where Beck found work after we married in 1921. The earthy smell of the
cattle and their dissatisfaction sounding in low moans as the FW&DC train
rocked past to Denver. How slippery the soapy water was when we paid a nickel
to wash in the bathhouse tub.
The sky makes us feel as though we
have no limits. It’s as endless as our promise
The
sound of rain hammering the roof, soaking the tracts we’d buy from the land
agent. The rainfall nearing thirty inches in 1923 alone.
All
around us, wheat growing tall and strong, finally golden and ripe for the
cutting. Combines crawling the vast fields. Bins overflowing with unending
yields, prices steady, demand rising. Good harvests for the big wheat
producers, better for the small farmers we’d become.
The
look of pride on my husband’s face when he made his down payment and signed the
deed at the bank for our section carved from the old XIT Ranch. How secure his
hand felt, tucking mine inside his, as we walked out of the bank together,
standing on the brick-paved street a moment, allowing our adjustment to our new
status as landowners.
The way the Panhandle wind shifted
our bountiful wheat crop lazily, gold and green waves shimmering in endless
Texas sunshine, ours blending with everyone’s as far as the eye could see.
Plentiful rains, as the land company promised, making for fertile fields
Beck
coming home after a September morning of setting the winter wheat to eat his
noonday supper, sitting down to my rabbit stew and the buttermilk biscuits I’d
pulled hot from the oven. Ladling thick honey onto one, his eyes lighting up at
the mingling of the sweet and warm. The way our humble dugout smelled from my
home cooking and his sweaty earthiness. The feel of his rough finger, dunked
straight into the honey pot and rubbed across my lips, our happy laughter, his
insistence on kissing the honey from my lips.
The way we made our first baby
I
knew then William would be a boy to name for the rambling father I had craved
in my childhood, so willing to send me off with my new husband yet certain he’d
never see me again. Daniel Wilhelm Eckhart, my father the geologist, ever
exploring, mapping new terrain in search of oil, and leaving little to recall
of our times together. Yet asking that one thing from me. Keep my name alive.
Those
things are as vivid to me as the sharp chill of the ice baths they force me
into each day, before the shock injections.
If you enjoyed the 1st Pirates of the Caribbean movie,
you'll love these (much better!) seafaring voyages!
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