Saturday Spankings is the blog hop where we share 8 sentences of one of our books.
This week I'm sharing one last snippet of my Western - The Ways of the West.
Felicity Nichols gave it a 5 star review which you can read here: Nichols Reviews
The early morning air was rent with the haunting melody of a hymn being played on Johnny’s harmonica as the drovers stood around the grave he’d dug the night before, their hats in their hands as a mark of respect, their faces drawn and somber.
It was always hard to lose one of their own, even more so in circumstances like this. The young nighthawk wouldn’t have had a chance – they all knew how silently Indians could move in the shadows and how accurate their arrows were, even in the dark.
No one envied Mr Jordan his job of riding into town later in the day to wire the tragic news to the boys’ parents, but it was a job that had to be done. Just 21 years old, his life had barely begun, now it had been snuffed out so ruthlessly, so needlessly.
And there would be more bloodshed before the day was over.
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