The Rangers were coming for him, driving him out of El Paso, his Strawberry running like the hounds of hell themselves were after them.
Virgil kept his head down, leaning as close to Strawberry's neck as he could, the zing of the bullets whizzing about them. Maybe his daddy had been right; maybe he was cursed.
It sure felt like it, the way trouble dogged his steps. The heat beat down on them, horse and man together, making him feel like they were ember bright on the horizon, and he burned down to his bones, the sound of Evan's cries chasing him.
The little yellow belly had ratted him out, left him running from the hangman's noose.
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Hey, y'all! :)
This is from my current m/m western historical, Hammer and Tongs. I hope y'all enjoy.
Want to play along? It's fun and easy!
1. Pick a project -- a current WIP, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you're published.
2. Pick 6 sentences.
3. Post 'em on your blog or website on Sunday. :D
Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds and her beloved wife, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she's not doing that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA's personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.
3 comments:
Very clear imagery. Great six!
Thank you so much! :D
OH great imagery. Felt like I was watching it :D
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