'"I don't care what's in my trashcan, you can't go shooting things! I have neighbors."
"Fine, a bow and arrow?"
"Josefina!"
Sighing, Josefina grabbed a baseball bat off a shelf, and waved it under Ashlee's pert nose. "Fine, I'll go out all alone, in the dark, to face down the bear in your trashcan."
"The neighbors are convinced it's some kind of Yonder-folk. Be careful."
"Whatever. And I will, I didn't know you cared that much."
"No, I mean be careful. That was my Daddy's collector bat. It's worth a fortune"'
- excerpt, 'What a Load of Garbage' 

 

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'"If she was so angry with your grandfather, why did she name the baby after him?"

Casey shook his head. "She didn't."

 Robert sat back a little, confused. "But he's a Junior."

"Naw, his name is Junior. He's named after the brother that helped Granddaddy straighten up. Great-Uncle Junior."

"That's, not. Is that usually how that works?" Robert said hesitantly. 

 Casey grinned, enjoying his confusion.'

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 - excerpt, Un-named 'Up in the Holler' WIP

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Tilden thought it sounded wonderful; far from the racket of her debutante lifestyle, and her mother's high, feminine expectations. Living out in the woods, just the two of them, making their own lives and raising their family the way they wanted. It sounded like just what she needed, to completely drive her mother insane.

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- excerpt, 'A Polite Disagreement'