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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone. Yesterday, I did a marathon all day trek through the mall one last time (I hope) and caught the last minute sales. Now, it’s wrapping time… Ho…Ho…Ho….

For my eight this week, I’m sharing the rest of last week’s scene from Cur and below I’ve posted the revised cover with its new lettering.

Sara scooped up a handful of pebbles to throw at Riley when his hand hovered over his gun.

“You owe me that horse,” Riley whined. “It was part of the sign on deal; a man can’t be without a ride in this country.”

Though Cur didn’t answer, she could see by the set of his shoulders that violence remained a possibility. Riley must have read the same signs because he walked into the barn and returned carrying his saddle.

“Don’t come back on Villalobos land,” Cur told him as Riley lugged his gear down the path.

“Riley or me, Sara? Who were you going to pelt with stones?” Cur growled, turning his gaze on her.

Sara flushed and ignored his question since the thought of losing an opportunity to lob a rock at his head, soured her already gloomy mood.

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Three and a half  shopping days until Santa arrives!

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Greetings, Earthlings. I hope everyone’s shopping, baking, decorating, and writing are moving along smoothly. I’m sharing another snippet from Cur  today. Also giving you a sneak peak at my cover although there are font and word placement issues to correct.

“Pick up your gear and move along, Riley; I don’t have time for your belly-aching,” Cur Villalobos murmured, aiming his words at the paddock he was studying, not bothering to turn around. In spite of the mild tone, his words carried back to the ranch hands and the rest of the crew loitered to see the outcome.

Sara hurried toward the kitchen, reluctant to get caught in a brawl between Cur and the man he’d just fired.

“I’ll have my pay now, you bastard,” Riley snarled as he stood spraddle-legged and challenging.

“End of month, same as everyone else,” Cur told him. When the man cursed and then headed for the barn, the boss added quietly, “Take your saddle and your leathers because it’s a long walk to the Jakes’ place. I hope your canteen’s full; they’ll be no fill up from my well.”

Rage darkened the cowboy’s features as his hand hovered over his gun and Sara wanted to call out a warning.

“You pull leather, Riley, and it’ll be the last thing you ever do,” Cur promised, still without turning.

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Ten shopping days until Santa arrives!

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