Rain, rain go away. Come again some other day. Hard not to think this. The flooding and devastation is beyond words, once again. Colorado has kind of taken it in the shorts this year. I know other places have been hard hit, too, but still, lets save some of this moisture for the ski slopes this winter.
As promised, here is a tease from my new book, “Only a Matter of Time.”
At daylight, a miniscule piece of gravel was dislodged and the small sound was enough to waken Max. He licked his lips but did not move, unsure of where he was or what he was doing on this unyielding surface. He had to force his brain to reconstruct his whereabouts. In his stupor, it took several minutes for everything to click. He had been dreaming, and in those dreams he had been chasing water and the two people who had it. As recognition dawned, a pang of guilt swept over him. Where was Danny?
His mother would beat him up-side the head if she knew he had left his little brother somewhere out there in the desert. Ever since he could remember, it was his job to look after Danny. He wondered now if the kid had spent the night on the trail as he, himself, had done. Going back to find Danny might make more sense than trying to catch these two he was after. He and Danny could get back to the main road and flag down a tourist for a ride. Tourists would most likely have food and water.
A tiny movement to his left startled Max. A shroud of fear slowly encircled him like fog coming in off the Bay and he broke out in a cold sweat. Something just outside his field of vision was in front of the rock he had bumped into last night. The bottom dropped out of his already empty stomach. He slowly turned his head. A six foot long rattler had begun to slide toward the new smell in front of its lair when the large, foreign object moved. Instantly the snake coiled and shook a warning.
Max and the huge reptile lay nearly eye to eye. The snake opened its jaw to emit an ominous hiss at the unwelcome intruder. The tongue flicked. Max screamed and pushed to his right, pulling his gun at the same time. He sent a bullet in the snake’s direction but he had no idea of its effectiveness because the recoil sent him over a thirty foot precipice. He had slept through the night inches from the ledge.
So, there is a snippet from the new book. I’ve been telling everyone how different it is from the last one. I have it out to readers now, so here’s hoping I can finish soon.