I have a budding author in my midst. This child just decided one day to write a story & has even researched the era and area. Budding Harlequin author? Western? Time will tell as only a couple of pages have been written so far.
Said child who will now be referred to as J.K. Howling has
hijacked asked me to share what has been written so far. (I think this is a future blogger) This is the unedited version, by the way. And, I must admit, it has a "graphic" fight scene. As the mother of J.K. Howling, I had to demand a couple of revisions. I'm thinking you might be able to figure out what they were as you read.
“We need you to be a miner and we will give you half the money plus we are tired of you running around with the rifle shooting the Apache making them mad and giving us heck.’’ My mama explained. “Okay.’’ I mumbled. The truth was that mining was a dangerous job with the Apache raiding the mines and the tunnel begins collapsing, plus I would rather join Colonel Jones and the militia driving the Indians back south of Gila River to Yuma so it wouldn’t be our problem plus he gives rifles, shotguns and some Indian junk plus you got money when you join which is way more than what a miner makes but I guess mama doesn’t want me to die, dang it. “MA I’m going to the ranch!’’ I hollered.
The ranch was a fun pace to work I loved playing with the cows and racing horses Thunder was my favorite ,today I went down to the bar to get a gallon of ale for pa cause now he sells ale too. I went inside and I found the most beautiful girl on the earth Elisabeth with her beautiful silk blond hair and her swan like body she was very flexible and she just came down from heaven. But there was Colonel Jones drunk as drunk can be. “Say son want to join militia?’’ Jones asked. I didn’t want to go behind my parents back but he also pays good money and I could do both plus I couldn’t pass an opportunity like this so I generally replied ‘’Why yes I would.’’ Then I got the ale got on Thunder and made her gallop straight to the ranch just in cause he changed his drunk mind. After a couple of more hours I retired to bed tomorrow will be a miner’s day.
I woke up in the evening with a smile on my face because I get to work in the mine I thought sarcastically. “Mama, don’t fret when I die.’’ I joked as I walked out the port with a piece of toast in my hand. “Don’t joke like that.” Mama hollered but who cares. I was walking to
“You will make a nice prize.’’ The Indian hollered. I heard a rustle there was a baby black bear cub. The Indian swung his tomahawk Slash this big Black bear showed up and slashed the Indian dead with two blows. I swung the tomahawk in the bear’s leg. I was about to go for the other leg but Elisabeth stopped me by saying “Let her go she means no harm.” By then the cub and the mother ran away. I picked up Elisabeth and set her on a rock then gentle pulled out the arrow. “AHHHHH!” She hollered. “There there.” I spoke very gentle. I plucked some of her hair and used it for stitches and carried her back to town. “Thanks Robert you’re so nice.” Elisabeth spoke so gentle and yet so sweet. I carried her back to her house. “Can I do any thing to repay you?” She asked. “Nah.” I replied. Then she went off to bed. I ran to the house as fast as I could. “Mama I have to work at another Mine!” I hollered. "No you’re going to work at the bar you keep the tips and split them in half for us.” Mama always had an answer. “Now wash up and have some supper.”
After some ham and boiled eggs I went off to bed. Shoot I forgot to go to the ranch Pa is going to kill me but who cares it was a rough day anyways.
What do you think? Can I retire soon? ;)