Saturday, May 18, 2013
SIX SENTENCE SATURDAY WITH PETER BRANDVOLD!
[This is from my latest Rogue Lawman novel, HEED THE THUNDER. The passage is about three chapters from the end. Hawk and his pretty, gunslinging outlaw/tormentor partner are chasing a depraved killer, Pima Miller, through Arizona’s Superstition Mountains. Miller and the pretty girl he kidnapped are looking for the Dutchman’s legendary mine. And the Chiricahuas are closing in on all of them fast!]
A rare apprehension raked the rogue lawman. During his peek over the top of the rock he was crouched behind, he’d seen more than merely the old Apache bearing down on him. He’d seen at least three more braves dropping down from the rocks capping the ridge. They seemed to be angling toward him and Saradee from the left, as if they were breaking off from the separate fight over that way.
His blonde partner must have gotten the same idea.
“Hey, Hawk!” Saradee called. She was belly down behind a large scarp to Hawk’s right, sort of angled toward him, her carbine in her hands. He could see her bright, white smile through her delighted grin beneath the brim of her hat. “I think we might be about to powwow with old Geronimo--what do you think of that, lover?”
She laughed and fired her carbine.
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You peaked my interest Pete. That's also one wicked looking blade you branishing about.ReplyDelete
This looks like another winner, Mean Pete. Wow, that is some headshot...gulp. Don't you have some other big news to talk about?????ReplyDelete
What a pair, which makes this a to be read book. I like the knife, have one similar that I use when in 'costume'. But then I have an interest in that type of weapon. DorisReplyDelete