Redemption, a Short Love Story - Page 1
Romance Story is Set in the Old Western Days
The Texas rattler took Eric by surprise, perfectly coiled
and concealed by the thick layer of bronzed-colored lichen wrapped around the
large boulder anchored in the pastureland.
Reflexively, Eric froze like a store-bought mannequin.
Just like the one he’d seen mere days ago planted in the mercantile, its body
fashioned of paper mâché, the head looking more like an unwrapped mummy’s than
a real-live human’s.
Mamie, the owner of the mercantile - and famous local
gossipmonger, had informed him that the mannequins in the east were being
fashioned from wax – that she’d purchased the dilapidated merchandise for a
Of course, dilapidated had been an addition to his
personal thoughts – of which he hadn’t dared to share with Mamie. If he’d
chosen to do such she would have banned him from the mercantile – the only one
within a fifty-mile radius of the town of Wicked Fork.
Mamie had gone on to inform him in a proud-sounding voice
that her mannequin was wire-worked, whatever the heck that had meant.
He’d learned in the three short months since he’d been
here that one didn’t share anything with the ancient rabid mouthpiece – not if
they didn’t want it shared with the rest of the townspeople of Wicked Fork.
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