Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales again. This week I`ll be sharing excerpts from my 2013 NaNoWriMo novel, Laco Law – The Gnarled Oak. Laco Law is an M/M historical western romance, set in the fictional county of Laco, Texas in 1867.
We have a picture prompt this week so the excerpt is written to reflect the image and must be three hundred words or under. In this snippet we find Clay and Zeke in Carson Butte after deciding to grab the train to save time.
A note for my readers: This is a gay romance novel, and so the romance that occurs is man on man. If this is not your cup of tea, no one will think less of you if you read no further.
As this is my NaNo work, it is quite rough. I do ask that you overlook any glaring mistakes you may find. Please do check out the other wonderful writers after you`re done reading by clicking on the Tuesday Tales link at the bottom. Thanks for stopping in!
When we entered Carson Butte at dusk, my deputy whispered a breathy prayer to one of his gods. Riding slowly towards the train station, my attention grew keen despite fourteen hours in the saddle. The distrustful glowers aimed at my deputy were hard to miss. When we dismounted outside a freshly painted depot Zeke threw his gelding`s reins to me then limped for a bench under the train station`s porch. The depot was built in a fashion that reminded me of the library in Baton Rouge. We had been inside the library once. My sister spoke of it until she went into His Glory.
I wrapped both sets of reins around the hitching post, patted my deputy on the shoulder, then entered the Carson Butte Railway Depot. A small man with a hooked nose, dark eyes, little hair, and shoulders that threatened to swallow his head stared out at me from behind a barred window.
“Evening,” I called, my boot heels striking the recently mopped floorboards. “When is the next train from Galveston due to arrive?” I inquired, removing my hat. He looked me over, his beady eyes lingering on the sheriff’s star resting over my heart.
“Tomorrow. Dare I ask if that man you rode in with is a criminal?”
“No, Sir, he is not. That is my deputy,” I told him as I withdrew two of the newly printed national one dollar bills. The bill was rather exuberant in comparison to the bills that had previously been used by private banks. “Will this cover the price of two tickets to Galveston?”
“I`m afraid not. The cost of a ticket to Galveston for you would be ten dollars and forty-six cents. We do not allow Indians, Negroes, or those of the Oriental persuasion to ride upon any Price Railway train.”
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
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