Welcome to Sample Sunday. This time I am offering the begining of The Chosen One due for release by Rebel Ink Press in early 2011.
I hope you enjoy.
The Chosen One
by Lisa Day
It was only early May. It felt more like late August. The drought of
1860 and it's extreme heat added to the normal discomfort of traveling by
stagecoach in this arid part of the country. The road from Austin to San Antonio
rutted with the wheel markings of earlier coaches already made the trip
Today, for the passengers it would be worse. A thick layer of the fine
light brown dust, with a hint of dark orange and brown specks settled on
everything and everyone in the stage-coach.
An older woman, one would guess around fifty year old, was returning
from visiting her son in the east. She held a lace handkerchief to her nose
trying to filter some of the particles out. There were also two different types
of men inside. The man wearing the brown bowler style hat fancied himself a
gentleman. He continued to send more sand and grit everywhere as he incessantly
slapped it off himself, carrying on as if the annoying dust chose only him land
on and irritate.
The other man was a cowboy heading to a new job three stops down the
line. He just took the fine layer of dust as an expected part of travel in this
part of the country. He started to nod off. Of the four passengers aboard, the
young woman had already drifted off to sleep and the dust no longer plagued her
for the moment.
The man handling the reigns slowed the conveyance, eventually coming to
a stop. At age fifty-four Buck was an experienced guard. He was riding shotgun
today and did not like the look what he saw at all. Stopping in the middle of
nowhere was not a good omen. Everyone now aware the coach had decreased speed. Resulting in all the passengers became very alert.
“Sam, we got trouble the tree limb blocking the road ain’t right there
ain’t no trees for another three miles yet.”
“Buck, Buck!” Sam said as he nudged, Buck to look left, “Yep and here it
Four masked men, guns out aimed at the driver and mate. Each rider
watched with tense alertness as the carriage slowed to a complete
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Here's another lttle piece
from The Stepbrothers
Clint and Samantha
have spent a few weeks
in the cabin undistrubed
by anything or any one.
An event ( no spoil here)
has unsettled the peace
that formed between them.
But the appearance of an intruder chances everything:
Clint rolled up the papers and put them away and the
rest of the day was strained between them. The evening would be even worse.
After dinner she watched him strap on his holster and check his gun to be sure
it was loaded.
“I’ll be back around dawn. I’m going hunting. Night.”
Clint turned, slung the canteen’s strap over one shoulder and closed the door behind him. Yelling ensued outside the door and she heard him say,“Samantha,
drop the bar.”
Then nothing but silence.
“Damn him, damn, damn,” she cried out as she threw the dishes toward the bucket to soak. They flew through the air but never made the bucket and both crashed to the floor. One broke into pieces while the other bounced twice and landed still in one piece.
Unnerved by the idea of being alone, she stayed up late into the night playing solitaire until her head bobbed. Finally she crawled into bed. It was not only empty feeling but cold as well.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Clint was back and pounding on the door.
“Okay, okay, I’m coming.” Eyes half open Samantha lifted the bar and flung open the door. She’d decided to give him a nasty piece of her mind upon his return.
“Clint we neeee…”
The man standing there wasn’t Clint. Instantly his foot was in the threshold preventing her from slamming the door shut.
“Well, well. What do we have here?” He took another
step inside the cabin while she took another step back while eyeing the door.
“There ain’t no need for that little lady.” He followed her eyes and saw her considering her chances of escape.
“Where’s Clint? He’s expecting me. I done brought provisions.”
“You’re in his home, Ma’am.”
“Yes, I know. I’m sorry. I was asleep. He should be here any second, he went out to feed the horses early today,” Samantha lied wrapping her arms around herself. She was trying to decide if the man was friend or foe.
The man didn’t respond in words, but his facial expression screamed at her…liar…liar. The pink blush spreading across her cheeks didn’t help her case none either.
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