Detour Trail excerpt

Detour Trail excerpt: 

She came out when she heard the sound of Jake’s hooves nearing the cabin and stopped at the door within reach of her favorite rifle; then she saw him coming down the path from the Summers.  She would have know him even without the gray wolf at his side.  He was pale and thinner than when she’d first seen him, but he walked easily.  She knew he’d had to hang on to the furniture when he first got up.  Star had told her.
He stopped at the bottom of the porch steps, but the wolf came on up.  “I’ve come to thank you.  They told me you saved my life.”
“You owe a lot to your wolf also,” she said.  “What’s his name?  I’ve often wondered.’
“Grey Cloud.”  He looked down at the wolf.  “Good Cloud,” he said softly.  “Good boy.”  He looked back at her, “and I’m Barrett Lee.”
“Lorena Emerson,” she said holding out her hand.  He came up the steps to take it.  They both knew each other’s names actually–but only second hand.  However, it was the polite thing to do and enabled them to start a conversation.  …
Further into summer, Barrett’s leg was stronger, and he began running down the path and up again.  Exercising it, she realized.  He also seemed less content during his visits and looked up at the muntain now and then.  One day he asked, “Is there anything I can do for you?  I’m beholden to you; I can help with wood cutting.  I see you don’t have any wood yet for the coming winter.”
He looked at the cabin door, and she coaxed him in with an offer of cornbread.  He studied the fireplace.  “That uses a lot of wood.  You don’t have a woodstove, I see.”
“Nope.”  She didn’t tell him that she’d ordered one and it was its way.  She also didn’t tell him that she was going to pick it up soon.  He’d volunteer for that.  He could help her and get out of the cabins that were possibly begining to stifle him.  Brock had told her something about mountain men.  As a matter of fact, he’d mentioned it more often lately.
And that reminded her of a conversation a couple women had had in the general store a while back while she was there picking up more potatoes, salt, and some candy. “It’s not always easy getting a man to come up to scratch,” the older woman told the younger one.  “It’s a lot easier scaring them off by getting romantic and possessive.”  It sounded to Lorrie as if she spoke from personal experience.
Lorrie began her attack on the porch as they sat munching cornbread.  She touched his arm and batted her eyes.  “It’s so nice having a man around the cabin,” she said.  “You sure make a woman feel safe.”  She batted her eyes again and hoped she wouldn’t puke.  Or maybe he would.  “You should come down for breakfast some morning.  Real early.”  This time she didn’t bat her eyes.  She pressed his arm instead.
She wasn’t surprised when he slid away, stood up, and mumbled something about getting back to help Brock milk the horses or something.  Men, she thought, in relief and maybe a hint of regret.  She wasn’t surprised when Brock came down the next afternoon and told her that their visitor had gone.  Brock had taken him to town to buy a horse and was now on his way home.  “What did you say to him, girl?”  he demanded.
She shook her head and grinned.  “Men are so predictable,” was all she’d say.
Detour Trail is available from Melange Books, the publisher, and elsewhere online : http://www.melange-books.com/authors/joyvsmith/detourtrail.html

 

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4 Comments

Filed under Detour Trail, historical fiction, westerns

4 responses to “Detour Trail excerpt

  1. Kev

    Mm… I’ll have to look into this one, Joy. 🙂

  2. I hope you enjoy it, Kev. I had fun writing about Lorrie; Barrett; Bolt; Grey Cloud; Jake the mule; and all their friends–and enemies.

  3. Hello Joy, so glad to find you again. I have had some people I follow disappear from my list of emails and notifications and I wondered not too long ago where you had gone. I didn’t see your page come up and so today I am so happy to see you and thanks so much for dropping in on my blog again. I have got you at last – hope you are well and life good. Enjoyed the pieces I have just read. Good luck xx

  4. Jane, It’s so easy to lose track of people and pages… Thank you for appreciating my pieces!

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