Enemies?
This overhead sun could blister skin if’n a man weren’t paying mind to it, even such what be tanned from years of chasing ornery cattle what always took the wrong way given a choice. Sometimes seemed their whole purpose on this land was to flatten as many fences as they could, causing August Cooley nothing but trouble. And lately he’d been the one relegated to handyman, the ranch fixer toiling away while his older brother rode the range and bossed the hired hands.
Good. Just finished writing the epilogue, and now I am back to editing. Lots of tedious hard work ahead with word choice and overall flavor, sentence structure, and continuity, but it is the key to the authenticity readers enjoy... and hopefully expect from my work.
My epilogue is done! 6500 words... just need to edit it. That means my new story is done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Should start posting in a week or two. Did one edit for every chapter, so now I have to get serious and fine tune every word. *happy dance*