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SONG OF THE YUKON

Song of the Yukon, October 2013
by Trisha Sugarek

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Featuring: Black-Eyed Joe; LaVerne Guyer; Charlie
ISBN: 1489558209
EAN: 9781489558206
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"A young woman runs away to see the northern lights"

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SONG OF THE YUKON
Trisha Sugarek

Reviewed by Clare O'Beara
Posted October 5, 2013

Romance LGBTQ | Women's Fiction Historical

Bespelled by Robert Service's poems about the Yukon, young LaVerne Guyer dreams of running away from the family farm and taking ship to Alaska disguised as a boy. Washington State seems too staid and she doesn't want to be married early like her sister Ivah, who scoffs and promises to make her life miserable if all she wants is hardship. The SONG OF THE YUKON is calling and in 1921 LaVerne sets out in secret.

Calling herself Verne, the youngster takes ship on a freighter to Anchorage as a kitchen boy. She gets advice on homesteading in Fairbanks; eighty acres of free land, provided a cabin is built within two years. Working for months as a girl in a trading post and handling goods, she's able to ride out and prospect for land in the beautiful rugged country. A native man called Black-Eyed Joe agrees to be her guide upriver - there are no maps. She meets a woman called Charlie who lives alone in a cabin.

The tale struck me as idealised - other stories I've read show the prospectors taking pot shots at dolphins and whales, reeling around drunk, assuming that women were good- time girls and having to carry the immense weight of goods that winter survival required. We are shown 'fifteen beautiful sled dogs' which would have looked very much like lean wolves. It's hard to credit that LaVerne has kept her innocence about both men and grizzly bears. Finding flakes of yellow rock in a stream, she wonders what kind of mineral would be this colour, and decides to bring them back to the trading post... anyone who had lived in Alaska for a week would instantly wonder whether it was gold or fool's-gold.

This short novel is a fine adventure in rugged country and young adults may well enjoy the read, laced through with poetry and friendship. Trisha Sugarek has written several other works including gay fiction and brings her settings vividly to life. Try SONG OF THE YUKON for a slice of life less ordinary.

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Later that night LaVerne pulled her cot over to the door of her shack. On mild nights like tonight she loved to sleep with the door open and her head sticking out just enough to watch the stars and the northern lights. Tonight swirls of red, green, gold and purple danced across the night sky. Silent and slightly eerie, they made for a spectacular show. Earlier at Charlieโ€™s cabin they had dined on venison steaks, red potatoes and a cabbage salad from Charlieโ€™s garden. Charlie had announced that the venison was to celebrate the first wall going up on LaVerneโ€™s cabin. After supper LaVerne had played her guitar and sang some of her original songs. Just at dusk LaVerne set out back to her place, Howler trotting at her heels. Now she lay staring up at the billions of stars in the midnight blue sky. Over the tree tops and off to the east ribbons of color churned and twirled across the sky. It was one of LaVerneโ€™s favorite sights. She sighed with deep contentment on all that she, with Charlieโ€™s help, had accomplished so far. The walls of the cabin were going up; her garden was planted; a root cellar was waiting for her to finish and to fill. The sound of her chickens, muttering in their sleep gave her a feeling of deep peace. Howler yipped and jerked, under her cot, as he chased a rabbit in his dreams. Does life get any better than this? She asked herself. To make such a wonderful friend in Charlie and to have neighbors who cheerfully help me at every turn? And this land, this place! Home is a pristine clearing in virgin forest with snow capped mountains to the east and south. A river, two miles wide, practically at my doorstep, teaming with fish. LaVerne drifted off to sleep as she thought about all the things that she was grateful for. Several hours later she was startled out of a deep sleep by Howlerโ€™s crazed barking. He stood by the side of her cot and when she reached out to reassure him she felt the hair on his back standing straight up. โ€œHush, Howie, what is it?โ€ LaVerne fumbled for the flashlight that she kept by her side and her gun lying within easy reach. Then she heard it. A low rumbling, guttural, growling. Suddenly her chickens were squawking and trying to fly, hitting the sides of the wire enclosure. Her goats had set up a terrible din of cries. LaVerne swung her legs over the side of her cot and slipped into her boots in one fluid motion. With her light in one hand and her pistol in the other, she stood and carefully walked out of the shack and towards the enclosure where the animals were. The growling had deepened and LaVerne thought she could hear the distinct sound of bones being crushed. Her dog whined. โ€œHowie, stay.โ€ She told him. When she was half way to the enclosure and with her gun cocked and ready, she turned on the flashlight. Crouched in a corner of the pen, his front claws holding down a dead chicken, was the largest wolverine LaVerne had ever seen, alive or skinned. He growled and barred his teeth at the unexpected light and then went back to his meal. The nerve of this monster! LaVerne thought. He doesnโ€™t care one whit about me. Not afraid at all. Heโ€™s killed my chicken, the bastard! Then rational thought took over. LaVerne knew that if she placed her shot well she would have a skin that was worth about fifty dollars on the fur market.

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