EXCERPT
With narrowed eyes, Jesse McCoy
watched a black SUV fly by him. The guy's
going to kill somebody. He snapped the strap of the helmet under his chin
and adjusted his mirrored sunglasses. In a single motion, he kicked back the
stand with the heel of his boot, hit the starter, and put the motorcycle in
gear. The sleek, black machine roared to life as he raced onto the highway, spewing
gravel into the air behind him. Unconsciously, he flicked the switch to turn on
the sirens and the red and blue flashing lights.
Damn
fool must be going ninety.
The live oak and juniper trees blurred as he
revved up the big bike to catch the speeder. Once or twice, he lost sight of
the SUV as it sailed over a hill and left him in a swale, or it disappeared
around a curve. As an officer of the law in the Texas Hill Country, he knew
what he was doing, and without a doubt, he would catch the perpetrator.
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"Oh...darn." Kate
glanced at her young nephew, wishing she hadn't used the word, even though she
didn't classify it as a curse word. But you never knew what a kid would think.
"A cop. Nicky, fix your seat belt, honey.
Quickly, now. I know you keep slipping out of it, but please adjust it. Oh,
geez, now, I'm going to get two
tickets."
"I don't want to. I don't like it." Slumped in the front seat, Nicky
whined and kicked his heels back and forth on the edge of the soft leather.
Glancing in the rear-view mirror, she told him,
"I know, but shush, now, sweetie, and be still. Hurry and buckle up for
me."
Now, so near her destination, a police officer
stopped her. Why hadn't she flown down here to Texas, anyway? The idea of an
adventure was turning out to be a bad idea after all, just like her mother
said.
She and five-year-old Nicky had been on the road
four days. Her nerves were shot, not only from driving on interstates, but also
from spending three nights in motel rooms with a child who only wanted pizza
and hamburgers, and stayed glued to the television.
The uncertainty of what she was doing, bringing
him to Texas to leave him, kept her awake at night, knowing in her heart it was
not right. Guilt ate at her every minute. But what else could she do?
Celia, I really love this scene--I can just feel her worry and anxiety and the frazzled nerves. This is going to be a stellar month for you with some fantastic re-releases, breathing new life into these wonderful stories of yours. THE STARS AT NIGHT is just the beginning! Love this story!
ReplyDeleteTHE STARS AT NIGHT was one of the first books I ever read by Celia Yeary and I became a fan for life. I look forward to every story Celia writes
ReplyDeleteI am excited for you on the re-release of this story because it's a wonderful story.
Congratulations, Celia. I wish you all the best.
I'll bet the sparks will fly when these two meet. Congratulations on the re-release, Celia!
ReplyDeleteCongrats, Celia! I haven't read this book yet, but plan to. It's sounds terrific!
ReplyDeleteCelia,
ReplyDeleteI'm so pleased this story has found a new home. Best of luck with your re-release.