Bad Boy Snippets

 

Hello all!

 

I've had a pretty busy week, writing wise. The cows started calving, so Jarod has been getting up at 5:30 in the morning to go check them, so I've been getting up with him, and I've developed a pretty good schedule.

 

In the morning, I work on revising The Guns. I've made it to chapter four so far, and it's going good, I think. Things are definitely starting to fall together.

 

Henry usually wakes up about eight (except today. He slept till eleven. Wow), so I work on it till seven thirty, when I go do the outside chores. Once Henry wakes up I'll start my normal day and do laundry, dishes, etc. Whatever needs done housework wise, play with and read to him, and all that fun stuff.

 

He typically takes a nap at ten in the morning, so then I pull up my Bad Boy story, and work on it till its time to make dinner. (Sometimes I work on it while making dinner, depending on what manner of food stuffs might end up spilled on my laptop)

 

Jarod comes home and we eat, and then Henry wakes up and we continue doing whatever needs done around the house, and then around three he takes another nap, so I work on my 1868 story.

 

It's all coming along splendidly. The schedule makes me work on all of them equally, but I can jump to a different story for awhile if I start to get burnt out on one, or have to spend some time brainstorming a bit, I can do that while folding laundry.

 

And I'm loving these stories.

 

I thought I'd share some snippets with you, for the fun of it. They're all from Bad Boy, since I've posted Gun snippets before, and I haven't got far enough into the story to have really rewritten anything drastically enough to post more.

I like the premise of the 1868 story, but its the shortest one so far, and I'm still trying to figure out who my characters really are and whatnot, so there's nothing terribly exciting going on yet. Maybe later.

 

So, here you are.

 

Bad Boy Snippets:

 

Stopping in the shadow of an empty warehouse, Brass pulled the parchment from his pocket and allowed himself to read it.

                King Bursett calls recent string of fires, “work of a common criminal.” Orders Dukes to get control of their provinces.

                Below the headline it droned on about Princess Tamille traveling to meet with her betrothed Prince of Ellillion, and the dry winter Khassan had suffered, with speculation about how spring would go and what type of crops would come of it.

                Brass read the first line again and crumpled the paper in his fist, shoving it in his pocket and stalking out onto the packed street.

                A common criminal, was he? King Bursett would pay for those words. He would eat every one of them.

                                                                                                                                     

 

          The Gold Rudder was a tavern on the far north west corner of the Spills, almost to the edge of town. Behind it, was nothing but a splay of barren rocky ground and the cliffs that dropped to the Plannack Sea below. Tattered curtains hung in the open windows, blowing in the breeze. The door was on its hinges, but just barely, and he could see through the roof in one place. It was anything but golden.

                                                                                                                                    

He studied the guards as they moved around the camp, helping to set everything up. They wore swords, but beyond that they didn’t seem incredibly defensible. He wouldn’t call them lenient in their duties, but he’d only seen two of them actually stop and survey the area. They clearly weren’t expecting much trouble. Most of the time they would be right, but the king really should know better. He’d insulted Brass after all.

                                                                                                                                  

She jerked her hands away and tried to brush the leaves from her thin nightgown. “Cad.” She hissed, glaring at him.

She was brave, he’d give her that. Not her smartest feature. “That’s not very nice. I’m not insulting you.” He folded his arms.

“Nice!” She laughed. “You’ve kidnapped me in my nightgown, and just threatened to kill me. What do you call that?”

“I’d say generous.” He shrugged and gathered up the reigns again. “I could have actually killed you. Your father is solely to blame for this entire incident, so you can take it up with him if you ever get back. As for the nightgown,” he tipped his head, “it could have been worse. You could have been born into a family that couldn’t afford nightgowns. Or I could have kidnapped you while bathing. Then where would you be?”

                                                                                                                                  

“You’ll never get away with this you know.” Her voice went low. “My father will find you. I’m betrothed to Prince Rulan of Ellillian. You’ll hang for this.”

Brass jerked the horse to a halt and she nearly pitched forward off his neck. “One more rule. Keep your yammering to yourself, or I’ll gag you again.”

He dug his heels into the horse, not waiting for her response. “And, incidentally, there’s a long line of people who want to see me hanged. Your father and dearly beloved will have to get in line.”

He felt her body stiffen, but she refrained from talking, which was a relief. Now, if she could just do that all the way to Bannock Town.

                                                                                                                                

“Now, I’m going to untie your hands, and you’re going to change into these clothes. We’re more likely to encounter travelers from here on, and we don’t want to offend the locals with that vulgar display of skin.” He eyed her bare shoulders.

She jutted her chin out at him, anger smoldering in her dark eyes. “I am not changing in front of you.”

“Then by all means, change behind me.” He tucked the clothes under his arm and tugged her hands toward him, picking at the knots.

She sucked in a deep breath. “Do you want money? All you have to do is say so. My father will pay for my safe return. I have two kingdoms at my disposal.”

“I’ve got plenty of money.” He tugged her hands free and handed her the shirt. “Don’t think you can outrun me.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and he grinned, turning his back on her. He waited, listening to her ragged breathing. There was no sound of fabric brushing over her hair. He rolled his eyes. Foolish girl. She was actually going to try it.