It's way past time for me to post here. I've had a long run of health adventures the last four months or so, and I'm still trying--unsuccessfully--to limit the usage of my left arm so it will heal from an injury. Good luck to me on that!
The short excerpt below is from a novel I began in the eighties and never finished. It's on my list of goals to be published in 2015, so I've been using my new Dragon NaturallySpeaking software to enter the typescript into my writing software. I've come to the end of the previously typed out work, so I have to start creating new stuff. However, I thought you might like a look at this scene fragment from The Zion Trail, for which I revealed the cover on this post. Warning: the tidbit includes mild swearing.
By the way, the narrator is Elijah Marshall, the younger brother of Sarah; and the name of the character called Henry will be changed before the novel is published. I only need to decide what I want to call him!
was slopping our sow and her brood when I first became aware of the
voices. The pigpen was built up next to the hen house, and Sarah must've
come out to check for any late-laid eggs. But somebody had joined her
in there, and from the words that wiggled through the cracks, that
somebody's hands weren't gathering eggs.
Curious, I found a knot hole in the side of the coop, and took a sight around the interior.
Stiles, the brawny blonde farmer from down the road a piece, had his
arms around my sister, and she wasn't struggling any. In fact, from the
look on her face, I figured she was mighty content.
they started in telling Pa about their religion," she told Henry. "He's
still sitting there, listening to every word they say."
"But they are not from around here?"
"They come from Illinois. Some place called Nauvoo."
"Ah hell!" Henry dropped his hands from Sarah's shoulders. "It's those damned Mormons!"
Yes, my friends of other faiths, this book is going to explore Elijah Marshall's trials and tribulations in getting to his Zion, that is, Deseret--more commonly known today as Utah--to join the other Saints. I hope I can count on you to be along for the journey.