AM I THE ONLY ONE . . . who still enjoys reading a good book? VI

My Sweetie and I are both authors. Most of you probably already know that. Between us, we now have over 25 books in print. We write them, then submit them to Amazon for self publishing. That’s about it. We don’t do anything to try to market them, it was never our intent to get rich writing. We write as a hobby, a way to keep from spending all of our time in front of the idiot box.

I mention this because we have an 8-book series which we refer to as the CROW’S LAKE SERIES, which we both believe is some of our best writing. It’s available on Amazon for only 99 cents per issue. We’re still trying to make the entire series available for one 99 cent purchase, but we’ve hit some snags with that. Still, 99 cents per book is pretty reasonable and if you like to read, we’d encourage you to give this series a chance.

This excerpt is from book 1 in the 8 book series, titled THE CROW’S NEST. Books one and two are basically a love story revolving around a murder mystery. Books 3 through 8 are more along the lines of a western as we flash back to the 1890’s, which was the teen years of one of our characters. From there we go back even further, eventually winding up back in the Civil War days, before working our way up through the turn of the 20th century to the days of horseless carriages, indoor plumbing, and electricity. If you enjoy reading it half as much as we enjoyed writing it, we’ll consider it a most gratifying success.

CHAPTER ONE

My name is Tim Hasbrook.  Most all my friends call me Bo.  I wanted to tell you a little story about a time in my life when I had a lot less worries and a lot more energy.  I was determined to put my past in my rearview mirror, pick up the pieces of my life and put them all back together.

It was hot summer evening and I was back in my little hometown after about 5 years of being away.  It isn’t a very big town; most everybody knows everybody else and a good deal more than they should about their business.

I was sitting at the bar whiling the night away, minding my own business, watching a game on TV and having a few beers.  She came walking up beside me and asked, “Is this stool taken?”

I looked up into the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen and mumbled, “No Ma’am.”

She said, “Do you mind a little company?”

I guessed she was about my age, twenty-eight, maybe a year or two either side of it and a darn good looker.  She had blonde hair along with those deep blue eyes and she had her hair in a ponytail hanging about halfway down her back.  The tail was wavy like maybe she had a natural curl to her hair.  Don’t know why I noticed all that at a quick glance, but I’m a guy who pays attention to details, I’ve always been that way.  

I replied, “Nobody been sitting there since I sat down and no, I don’t mind the company, sit if ya like.  I’m likely not the best of company, but I’ll try really hard to be on my best behavior.” 

With a sly grin she said, “Well shoot that will take all the fun out of it.  A little miss-behaving never hurt anybody.”

As I was thinking about the boldness of that comment, I slid the stool out for her and she slipped ever so smoothly up onto it.

Then she said, “What makes you say you’re not the best of company, the cat eat your dog or something like that?”

“No, nothing quite as drastic as all that.  It just seems to be the popular opinion going round these parts; at least ever since I come back into town a couple days back.”

“I guess you’re from around these parts then,” she said.  “I’m kind of new round here, just moved into the old Johnson spread, couple miles out on the baseline road.” 

That immediately grabbed my attention nearly as much as those blue eyes. I said, “I know the place; I used to do a little work for Mr. Johnson back in the day.  My name is Tim, but folks that know me well usually call me Bo.”

“My name is Lindsey, pleased to meet you, Tim; I really hope to get to know you well enough to be part of the group calling you Bo.”  She said, “It must be my lucky day, running into you like this.”

“Pleased to meet ya Lindsey, I prefer Bo and you’re welcome to call me that anytime you have an occasion to call me.”

She went on to say, “You knew Mr. Johnson well then.  He was my uncle, but I never really knew him when he was alive.” 

“When he was alive?  What happened to him, I’ve been out of touch for a spell?”

You can read the rest of this story by going to the Amazon site listed below.

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Gramps use’ta say
©R.L.King2012 #517

About: Success
Inspired by a Millie Cyrus song:

“Generally, the climb is more enjoyable than the summit.”