Historical
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 41
“I want you to stay here tonight,” Carl told Edna. It was 6:30 and the two youngest Bentwood boys along with the two remaining girls were at the supper table with their parents. Carl knew that she wouldn’t protest with the children sitting there.
By Dan Brawner4 years ago in Fiction
jack of diamonds
ii Claire heard Artie entering the farm house shortly after four in the morning. There’d been a splash of headlights through the window and the sound of a car door slamming; she could hear him stumbling in through the kitchen door, dropping something on the table—sounding like something she might hear at the edge of a dream, she told herself—as she rolled over, looking at her alarm clock across the room.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 39
“Can I have a drink of water.” Jenny Bentwood asked Katie Lawrence her guard at the moment. “Ya don’t need no water,” Katie snapped. “Gotta carry ya to outhouse too much as it is. So just shut up and go back to sleep.”
By Dan Brawner4 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - 37
As it turned out, “Johnny” was Ranger John Conners of the Texas Rangers. And Molly was the secretary of the Ranger’s office in Longview some twenty miles away. As a precaution, Conners cuffed Marshall behind his back and put him in the front seat with him.
By Dan Brawner4 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 35
Marshall glanced up and saw Parker some 100 feet away, about halfway between the car and the school building. He was still holding the newspaper in his hand and had taken a few steps toward the sergeant, reading as he walked, when he felt a sudden jerk of the ground under him. It caused him to stumble sideways.
By Dan Brawner4 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
iii Sonia woke up to the cold and damp of an overcast morning still wearing her costume from the night before. It was a moment before she realized she’d fallen asleep on top of Nigel. She lifted her head, looking at him with a critical eye before she rolled off the bed—she’d somehow slipped between Nigel and the wall—doing everything she could not to wake him as she climbed off the bed.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction




