A bit of a weird start to the week. Went to bed early(as in about 8) Sunday night and was up nice and early Monday morning. Got a good bit of writing done before kids were up. Even started to Tuesday’s words that night. I stayed up later that night(you know, 9). And for some reason, fell back asleep after my alarm went off the next morning. It was after 5 when I woke up, and I could already hear the kids up. No writing done in the morning. Then, I didn’t think the boy was going to take a nap that afternoon. He did finally fall asleep a little before 2. I was able to finish my writing for the day before I had to get the girl off the bus. Finished everything on my list by 8:30. But, didn’t start on anything else. This morning I was up early again, worked on two of the WiPs. So, it really all evens out. And our tax return was deposited yesterday, which meant I spent my time(after writing) this morning getting caught up on bills. So, that was fun…or not.
Cordelia has more pressing worries than bills, like trying to save Elijah’s life, since she is convinced he’s innocent. Of course, he’s already been convicted and sentenced to hang. So, she’s ridden out to one of the cattle camps outside town to hopefully find someone who saw what really happened. So, 28 lines(2+26) as Cordelia’s horse nearly unseats her.
I started to slide out of the saddle and had to grab onto the horn to keep from falling. Just as I was losing the battle a hand reached out and grabbed the reins.
“Whoa.” I heard a few other words. Something about the voice seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Then, he was putting a hand on my arm for just a brief second. “You all right, Ma’am?”
I nodded and took control of the reins again. “Yes, thank you. He just got away from me.” I looked down at my savior and thought I must be dreaming. Elijah was still in a cell back in town. My confusion cleared when I realized this was definitely not Elijah. He had the same shape to his face, the same eyes, same hair. But, he was older. His face was harder, there were more lines there. “Daniel?”
His stance shifted, becoming more rigid, his eyes more suspicious. “What do you want?”
“We thought you had died in the war. Do your parents know? Does Elijah? Why didn’t you ever go home?”
“Whoa. Slow down, girl. Who are you anyway?”
That stopped me. He’d been gone for more than six years. Of course he didn’t recognize me. “Cordelia Morton. My pa owned the store in town.”
He shook his head and a grin spread across his face. “Can’t be. You’re just a little girl, not this.”
“I grew up too, Daniel.” Then, I sobered. “Seriously though, do your parents know? I thought it would kill your Ma when you never came home.”
“Pa told me I was no longer welcome here.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched as he clenched it, just like Elijah’s always did. That had me nearly doubling over again. He apparently saw my distress because he reached out for me again. “What’s wrong?”
“Elijah. Haven’t you heard?”
“Heard what? I just met with him the other day. He wanted me to turn the herd around. I don’t have that much pull though.”
I choked on a sob. “He’s in jail. He’s been accused of murder. They’re going to hang him in the morning, Daniel.”
“What?” The single word came out as nearly a growl.
“They said he rode into one of the camps and killed a cowboy. I don’t know which one though.” I suddenly realized how dumb my plan had been. How was I supposed to prove his innocence when I didn’t even know which camp those cowboys had come from. There was more than one rancher herding cattle up here.
“When? When did he do this?”
“He didn’t. I know he didn’t do it. Henry Vickers is trying to set him up, trying to get him out of the way. And destroy me.”
“When did they say he did it?”
I had to close my eyes and try to sort through the last days. Charlotte had drugged me after they brought him in, and the last couple days had melded together. It made it hard to separate them. “Tuesday,” I said. “They said he did it Tuesday.”
He shook his head. “He was with me most of that day. He couldn’t have done this.”
I’ve actually been thinking of rewriting this in third person, or at least adding Elijah’s point-of-view to the story. Since otherwise, Daniel comes in out of the blue. Even though I planned this from almost the beginning(even plotter-me gets new ideas for the story as I write). Not sure what I’m going to do right now though.
- Slow Revenge: Work on chapters as I get them back – no
- Stained Snow: Start edits if I get it back – no
- Work on each WiP 2.5 hours – 4/7.5 hours. 6155 words so far this week. All 3 WiPs are now up over 10k. Chasing the Ghost still has the most with over 12k. 2 of them have taken over that 10k to get the main characters together, and actually Guarding the Heart isn’t quite there yet. I may be cutting a bit of the set up here because that seems like a long time for a romance. In Flames of Renewal, they were face to face within the first 2k.
- Read: Catalyst(Jennifer Snyder), The Binding Stone(Lisa Gail Green), and Beyond Shame(Kit Rocha) finished Catalyst this morning(enjoyed it & added #2 to wish list), started The Binding Stone and am 12% through it(ok so far, no strong feelings for it yet though).
- Knit: Finish Tidewater Lace Scarf – done. Finished this Monday.
- Crochet: Sly Fox Hat – finished the body of the hat yesterday. Will be working on the ears today.