Anyway, its been suggested that I take up sewing and crotchet. So I've spent a good bit of the day looking for sewing machines and making a list of everything I need. Then Pinterest popped up magically (you know how that goes), and I ended up lost in its depths for awhile. Got some nice ideas for projects to work on! So maybe that will keep me from losing my mind and checking my author email every 10 minutes lol. Not kidding!
Anyway, I should get back to this short! Here's an excerpt :)
Beads of rain
smacked with force onto Lee ShadowPaw's face as he flew down the
desolate Arizona highway. The dark clouds sparked with lightning as
thunder boomed overhead, announcing the deluge that was about to
begin. Rattler's Bar was just up ahead. He would wait the storm out
there with his usual whiskey and coke.
Lee coasted his
cruiser onto the pavement in front of Rattler's. He cut off his
engine, his ears immediately perking at the sound of the sizzling
asphalt cooling in the rain. The hiss was loud, and steam danced in
front of his headlight. He switched it off and took off his gloves,
tucking them into his saddle bag. He never wore a helmet, just a
bandanna on his head and sunglasses to block the dust from his eyes.
It wasn't the safest way to ride, but Lee was a risk taker.
He flipped the
kickstand and stepped off his bike, glancing up at the dark sky. Red
hues tinted the storm clouds as the sun set. It was a beautiful
sight, but there was always something about a storm that kept him on
his guard.
Rattler's door was
propped open, so he let himself inside. Men were cranking up the
jukebox and laughing as they gathered for their brew after work. A
crack from the pool table sounded sharply as he made his way through
the building. Lou waved at him from the behind the bar, ushering him
to his usual seat.
“You're here
early. Trying to beat out the storm?” Lou leaned on the counter,
though he kept his eyes scanning the crowd. “Seems like that's
everyone's thought tonight.”
Lou clinked a
tumbler onto the bar and reached for a bottle of whiskey. He poured
two fingers in the glass and topped it off with coke, sliding the
concoction to Lee.
“Thanks.”
Lou waved him off
and walked over to tend to his other customers. Lee took the chance
to look around at the early crew. Some truckers were settling in, as
well as a few other usuals that laid claim to certain pool table
every night.
He knew the regulars
fairly well with Rattler's being his older brother's bar. Lou had
bought the abandoned property about twenty years ago, fixed it up and
spread the word to everyone he knew. Rattler's took off, despite its
secluded location. Truckers, bikers, tourists, and locals made his
joint one of the most popular stops on this stretch of highway. Lee
was proud of Lou, not only for taking care of them both when their
mother died, but for following his dream as an adult.
Lou walked back over
to him. “Have you seen dad?”
“No.”
“Well, he's not
doing any better. I almost want to let him come back and drown
himself here, just so I know where he is; but I don't want to enable
his problem.”
“He made his bed,
Lou. Don't feel guilty over his choices.”
He nodded his head,
and put his clean glasses away in the cabinet. “Its easier said
than done.”
A deep rumble,
clearer than thunder, echoed loudly through the open door, drawing
their attention to see a line of cruisers pulling into the car
parking lot. Their headlights shined eerily as they circled around,
showing their numbers.
The wind picked up
and circulated through the bar, making Lee's nose twitch. He knew
that scent very well. He shot a look to his brother, seeing his
defensive demeanor kick in.
“What are they
doing here?” Lou growled as he tossed the rag onto the back
counter. “Its been awhile since J RedFang has shown his face here.
Does he know you're in town?”
Lee shrugged,
downing his whiskey and coke. “He does now.”
Hope you liked the excerpt! I'll probably be posting another teaser for this story soon, a little more on the wild side ;)
