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Sunday, 3 November 2019

#WeekendWritingWarriors #SnippetSunday - The Matchmaker's mare - Evan is not amused!.


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)





A very rough working cover
“You sure you’re okay Evan,” the horse dealer’s voice held a note of concern.


“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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