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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