Just thought y'all might enjoy another taste of what's comin'! Here's an excerpt:
CRACK.
CRACK-CRACK.
“Holey
Moley, they're firing on us!” Pa erupted from the his bed, and
crashed, flopping on the floor like a fish thrown on the shore. Dogs
of all shapes and sizes sprung up as if they were prairie dogs
popping out of their holes. An awful din of barking enveloped the
house. Ma just rolled over and resumed her wispy snoring.
“Pa,
do ya think it's 'cause I refused him?” Cynthia, in a long, flannel
nightgown, appeared at her parents' doorway, her whisper sounding all
the more frightened in the darkness.
“Refused
who? What? Ya know somethin' 'bout this?” With one leg in his
overalls and the other only in his skivvies, Pa hopped around on the
cold, wood floor trying to dress hurriedly.
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