The Excerpt
“Uncle Harmon!”
Immediately, three little bodies were pressing close, all grabbing for a hand or a sleeve, and his dark mood melted away.
“We want a story, Uncle Harmon,” Jeffrey demanded.
“Well, I don’t know. Your chores all done?”
A chorus of yeses. Grinning, Harmon allowed them to drag him to the steps, where they pounced upon him until he sat on the top one. He had a nephew on each knee and Sarah’s arms about his neck, and he looked ready to burst from the pleasure of it. Too old for such fussing, Jack sat cross-legged at the foot of the steps. Amanda leaned against one of the porch posts. He didn’t look like such a hard case with his lap full of kids and his face wreathed in a smile.
Not at all like a cold-blooded killer.
(. . . and a bit more . . .)
“What do you want me to read?”
“This!”
Sidney thrust a ragged novel at him and Amanda recognized the cover at once: Harmon Bass and the Texas Rangers; or, The Mexican Stand-off.
“It’s my favorite,” the boy exclaimed.
It was her favorite, too.
I love it when tough guys show their sweet side!
ReplyDeleteNothing like an armful of kids to soften the toughest heart.
DeleteExciting. Best to your printing journey.
ReplyDeleteLoooved it. Nothing sexier than a badie going all gooey around children :-)
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