Hi folks, I'm continuing snippets from the draft of my current 'work in progress' a fantasy novel 'The Matchmaker's Mare' which takes place in Wales. The story is told from three p.o.vs. and two time-lines. Today's excerpt is again in Glyn's P.O.V.
(This is only a rough draft to give the gist of the novel, and is subject to change and edits - and improvement on the wonky punctuation needed to adhere to the ten sentence rule!)
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SNIPPET
(Summary: Megan, new to the village, is delivering some medication to her neighbour, and finds him having a problem with a pony his employee, Evan, was trying to ride. This is a few sentences on from last week's snippet)
“You sure you’re okay Evan,” the horse dealer’s voice held a note of
concern.
“Little devil,”he said, adding a few more choice swear words, “I’m bloody sure she chose the most churned up patch in the ring on purpose.” He glanced across at Megan, “Sorry Miss, the little bugger—I mean beggar—got my goat she did, indeed.”
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(Summary: Megan, new to the village, is delivering some medication to her neighbour, and finds him having a problem with a pony his employee, Evan, was trying to ride. This is a few sentences on from last week's snippet)
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“I’ll live,” the other man growled, “there’s not many horses get the
better of me, I can tell you.”
Evan held
the gate for the man to walk through, as Evan slapped the mud from his clothes.
“Little devil,”he said, adding a few more choice swear words, “I’m bloody sure she chose the most churned up patch in the ring on purpose.” He glanced across at Megan, “Sorry Miss, the little bugger—I mean beggar—got my goat she did, indeed.”
Megan grinned at him to show she hadn’t taken offence—She'd actually heard much
worse if truth be told.
“Well, you’d better go up to the house and get cleaned up while I attend
to our visitor here,” Evan nodded to his boss,
and turned toward the rambling, ivy-covered farmhouse.
Thank you, Miss Johnson,” Glyn said over his shoulder, as he
slammed the gate shut and the corners of his eyes crinkled in a manner she found fascinating, “as you say, it will save me
a trip in the morning.”
“It’s not a problem, she said, smiling back, “this place is on my way home
as it happens.” She looked across to the paddock where the mare, still wearing
her saddle and bridle, stood happily cropping the grass like a quiet riding
school pony, “you seem to have something of a problem there though.”
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So delightful, my friend. You kept the scene right on target.
ReplyDeleteAw, thank you, Charmane!
Deleteoh ... nice teaser at the end.
ReplyDeleteThanks Iris!
DeleteI had to laugh at the pony picking the muddiest spot to dump the rider. I enjoyed this snippet.
ReplyDeleteThanks Diane - yes, horses tend to find that kind of thing quite funny! :)
DeleteI am hooked. I recall a horse I once had that went crazy, ran away with me--eyes closed and teeth clamped shut over the bit. A half mile later, after it took a sharp turn left which unseated me and sent me tumbling along the ground to the right, he stopped and grazed as if nothing traumatizing to its human had happened. My real life foreshadowing might have been that I named him Buck. :-) In my defense, he was a buckskin.
ReplyDeleteCan hardly wait to read this story, Hywela!
I have to sympathise, Teresa, I've had that sort of thing happen to me a few times too! Coincidentally I had a buckskin - but her name was Sally. We had quite a few 'arguments' when she tried to get me off, but once we had an understanding she was one of the best horses I ever had - still feisty, but she worke her socks off for me doing 'endurance' rides in Wales.
DeleteI like the way the snippet unhurriedly lets us know more abnout the characters and the locale. Really enjoyed today's excerpt!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it, Veronica, thanks so much for your comment.
DeleteGlyn is taking it calmly - like the pony? Will Megan try the mare?
ReplyDeleteIt takes quite a lot to upset Glyn - but wait until next week's snippet! :)
DeleteIt was easy to visualize this scene. The conflict between man and horse is great -- I can almost see the pony smiling as the man brushes the mud off.
ReplyDeleteThanks Ed - yes, if horses have a sense of humour, I certainly think this one does!
ReplyDeletehaha, I can't wait to see her try to ride that horse. That's totally going to kill Evan!
ReplyDeleteLOL Linda - he's certainly in for a surprise, but perhaps not what you may be thinking!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the snippet! I can't wait to see her ride the horse. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Karen -as for Megan riding her, there's just one small problem...
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