Like a Thrown Lariat Over Horns
August leapt out of bed while a multitude of stars still shone above, devouring a cold breakfast like a starving man before heading out to the shed. The ground was damp from some badly needed rain, yet not a single drop had interrupted his dreams. Though it weren’t enough to make much difference, it be a good sign more could be coming, leastwise he hoped so.
He turned his lantern wick up full to inspect the old harness, making sure it was a
I thought I was the ultimate romantic? Love the company, lovely lady.
I admit I had great fun turning August loose in this chapter. Albert has no idea just how 'bright' his younger son is. Virginia is an unknown, but she's served a huge purpose as far as August is concerned. Sounds like he'll be long gone by the time she arrives. Will there be chaos?
Off the cuff brilliance! I love that that came through. He even left me in awe.
Thanks so much, my dear friend. We have only just begun. Cheers! G
@Jason Rimbaud I can't quote your post for some reason. I meant WHERE are the adults in here. Thanks for the directions, though. It gives me a new place to stalk. 🥷