Here we go again!
I’m starting to use up the snippets I scribbled over the course of this little excercise, so the story is starting to come together — and it’s nearing the end!
Title: Cursed Legacy – Sorol
Words Written: 1788
Words Total: 56469
Hero Mood: Desperate
Heroine Mood: Weak
Story Snippet:
"Remember that cantankerous old miner?" Alvarez asked, grinning ear to ear.
"Victor Jones." Sorol groaned loudly. "How could I forget that bastard? He salted my rear end with that elephant gun of his."
Mason’s eyes widened. "What?"
"About four miles down the mountain used to be an old mining shack. The guy who lived there thought we were after his claim." Alvarez explained. "I used to nose around there in my wolf form, but Sorol can’t shift, so I pretended to be his dog."
"Right. Why were you checking out the guy? Were you after his gold?" Mason frowned.
Sorol and Alvarez exchanged a sheepish look.
"What?"
"Well, Jones had a daughter." Alvarez said haltingly. "Real pretty. Not like the hags in the camps, but a real beauty of a girl."
Mason lifted a brow at Sorol.
He stiffened. "Ah no, don’t look at me like this. I was just there to distract the old man. The dog had the hots for her, not me."
Alvarez growled at him.
Sorol grinned. "Down, Lassie."
Seeing them squabble like this made her laugh again. "Lassie was a girl, Sorol."
His grin became even broader. "I know."
