Goats solve their differences head-on. They don’t give the silent treatment or yell, they butt heads, and then it’s over.Cowboy Marvin has learned humans resolve issues differently especially those romantically involved. His curiosity sparked, he has invited authors to stop by on Fridays and share a first fight from one of their books.
Author
Susan Horsnell
is here for ...
Susan Horsnell
is here for ...
First Fight Friday
with a scene from
The Glenmore's: Deputy
When James Glenmore locks up a feisty young girl because she causes a
disturbance in the local saloon; he doesn't realize both their lives
are about to change forever.
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James was concentrating on a report and twirling a cider in his hand when the front swinging doors were pushed open so hard they banged on the walls behind. He swore the doors hit the wall so hard the whole building shook. He dropped his hand to his colt as he kept his eye on the door.
A woman in the doorway roared. “Pa, you get your good for nothing, lily livered ass off that stool and get home right this minute. I swear I’ll hog tie you and drag you there behind Peachy if you don’t move now. And, if Peachy happens to release his business over you on the way home I wouldn’t be sorry.”
Tim March, the owner and barkeep groaned. He really didn’t want any trouble.
The woman at the door drew James’ attention. The powerful banging of the doors and thunderous voice came from a tiny package that a good gust of wind could have blown away. She had auburn red hair that was more out of, than in, a braid, eyes the colour of a summer sky and the fullest, pinkest lips he had ever seen. She wore a drab brown dress with no frills or lace and although old, it appeared to be clean. Like the woman, it was all business.
She had her hands placed on a pair of very curvy hips and her breasts were full and firm. James cringed. She was everything he hated in a woman. He felt embarrassed for her father, whoever the unfortunate fella might be. He relaxed his hand that had been hovering over his colt and watched to see how this would play out.
Every eye in the saloon was on her except for one mans’ and James guessed he must be her father. He was perched on a stool and draped over the bar with a whiskey in his hand. The Deputy watched with interest as she stomped her way towards him. The man lifted his head but didn’t look at his daughter.
“Rebecca, what the devil do you think you’re doing? I’ve told you a thousand times, saloons are no place for a lady.”
She drew up alongside him. “Wade Nolan, I’ve told you a thousand times, I ain’t no lady. I have never been one and I ain’t never gonna be one. If you weren’t always in a saloon I wouldn’t have to keep coming in to drag you out. Now get your sorry ass off that stool and get on home. There’s chores need doin’ and I’m not doin’ ‘em all myself again.”
“Rebecca, please.” Wade lifted his hands to his head and slumped back down on the bar “Me heads a hurtin’, just one more whisky for your old Pa eh?”
James watched with amusement as Rebecca moved closer to her Pa. No-one in the saloon had moved an inch. They were too engrossed with the exchange between father and daughter.
Wade was a huge man. James had seen him walk in earlier and figured he would be at least a head taller than his more than six feet. Although he wasn’t muscular; he was wide in the chest. His large belly, thanks to constant consumption of liquor, hung over his belt. Rebecca would have barely come to his waist. His ruddy face from years of drinking was heavily lined.
What happened next had James leaping from his chair and moving towards them in a hurry.
Rebecca hooked her leg around the leg of the stool and yanked with all her strength. As the stool tipped, Wade fell backwards onto the floor. His head hit the floor with a thud and his eyes glazed over. Whether the cause was the whisky he’d been imbibing or his head hitting the floor, James didn’t know.
As she began moving toward her father again James grabbed the spitfire around the waist and hoisted her off her feet. She kicked and screamed, catching him hard in the shins with the heels of her boots. It caused him to let go and she spun around to face him.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing mister?” she yelled.
She hadn’t noticed the badge on his chest. He noticed the fire in her eyes. She was one very angry young gal.
“Miss, you can’t go around treating people like that. You could have injured him real bad.” he said calmly.
She wasn’t paying attention to James as she’d noticed Wade sit up, he was rubbing the back of his head. She reached down to grab a handful of his hair but before she could get to it James grabbed her arm to stop her.
“Get your goddamned hands off me.” With her free arm, and using all her strength, she swung. Her fist connected hard with James’ jaw. He stumbled back a step from the force of the punch but he didn’t release her. As she lifted her leg to stomp on his foot, James decided he’d had enough of this wildcat.
He flung her over his shoulder, picked up the report he’d been reading and headed for the jail.
Copyright © Susan Horsnell
A woman in the doorway roared. “Pa, you get your good for nothing, lily livered ass off that stool and get home right this minute. I swear I’ll hog tie you and drag you there behind Peachy if you don’t move now. And, if Peachy happens to release his business over you on the way home I wouldn’t be sorry.”
Tim March, the owner and barkeep groaned. He really didn’t want any trouble.
The woman at the door drew James’ attention. The powerful banging of the doors and thunderous voice came from a tiny package that a good gust of wind could have blown away. She had auburn red hair that was more out of, than in, a braid, eyes the colour of a summer sky and the fullest, pinkest lips he had ever seen. She wore a drab brown dress with no frills or lace and although old, it appeared to be clean. Like the woman, it was all business.
She had her hands placed on a pair of very curvy hips and her breasts were full and firm. James cringed. She was everything he hated in a woman. He felt embarrassed for her father, whoever the unfortunate fella might be. He relaxed his hand that had been hovering over his colt and watched to see how this would play out.
Every eye in the saloon was on her except for one mans’ and James guessed he must be her father. He was perched on a stool and draped over the bar with a whiskey in his hand. The Deputy watched with interest as she stomped her way towards him. The man lifted his head but didn’t look at his daughter.
“Rebecca, what the devil do you think you’re doing? I’ve told you a thousand times, saloons are no place for a lady.”
She drew up alongside him. “Wade Nolan, I’ve told you a thousand times, I ain’t no lady. I have never been one and I ain’t never gonna be one. If you weren’t always in a saloon I wouldn’t have to keep coming in to drag you out. Now get your sorry ass off that stool and get on home. There’s chores need doin’ and I’m not doin’ ‘em all myself again.”
“Rebecca, please.” Wade lifted his hands to his head and slumped back down on the bar “Me heads a hurtin’, just one more whisky for your old Pa eh?”
James watched with amusement as Rebecca moved closer to her Pa. No-one in the saloon had moved an inch. They were too engrossed with the exchange between father and daughter.
Wade was a huge man. James had seen him walk in earlier and figured he would be at least a head taller than his more than six feet. Although he wasn’t muscular; he was wide in the chest. His large belly, thanks to constant consumption of liquor, hung over his belt. Rebecca would have barely come to his waist. His ruddy face from years of drinking was heavily lined.
What happened next had James leaping from his chair and moving towards them in a hurry.
Rebecca hooked her leg around the leg of the stool and yanked with all her strength. As the stool tipped, Wade fell backwards onto the floor. His head hit the floor with a thud and his eyes glazed over. Whether the cause was the whisky he’d been imbibing or his head hitting the floor, James didn’t know.
As she began moving toward her father again James grabbed the spitfire around the waist and hoisted her off her feet. She kicked and screamed, catching him hard in the shins with the heels of her boots. It caused him to let go and she spun around to face him.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing mister?” she yelled.
She hadn’t noticed the badge on his chest. He noticed the fire in her eyes. She was one very angry young gal.
“Miss, you can’t go around treating people like that. You could have injured him real bad.” he said calmly.
She wasn’t paying attention to James as she’d noticed Wade sit up, he was rubbing the back of his head. She reached down to grab a handful of his hair but before she could get to it James grabbed her arm to stop her.
“Get your goddamned hands off me.” With her free arm, and using all her strength, she swung. Her fist connected hard with James’ jaw. He stumbled back a step from the force of the punch but he didn’t release her. As she lifted her leg to stomp on his foot, James decided he’d had enough of this wildcat.
He flung her over his shoulder, picked up the report he’d been reading and headed for the jail.
Copyright © Susan Horsnell
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The Glenmore's: Deputy by Susan Horsnell
When James Glenmore locks up a feisty young girl because she causes a disturbance in the local saloon; he doesn't realize both their lives are about to change forever.
They have to endure her father’s deadly temper, which has already destroyed her young life, before they can be free.
A band of outlaws target the bank in Gold Springs and several horrendous tortures and murders take place before the law finally catches up with them; James’ life is placed in grave danger.
James and Rebecca’s lives withstand all obstacles that are put before them but will James survive the capture of the cruel outlaws?
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The Glenmore's: Deputy
is Book 2 of a 4 book series
The Glenmore's: Revenge book 1
The Glenmore's: Deputy book 2
The Glenmore's: Laura book 3
The Glenmore's: Revenge book 4
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