The Last Cowboy by Pat Dale

Author:Pat Dale
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, texas, midwest, missouri, environmentalism, western romance, country music, branson missouri
Publisher: Creative Book Publishing

Chapter Nine

Sally brought Samantha’s manuscript downstairs to read it in the better lighting in the den. She was so engrossed in the story she didn’t hear Ozzie arrive unexpectedly. He walked in on her to see her draped across her easy chair, one leg dangling over a chair arm swinging back and forth, her total concentration on the journal in her hand.

“Must be some pretty good stuff you’re reading there, Sal.”

She jumped, dropping the book on the floor. “Oh! Ozzie, you scared me. Why are you home this time of day?”

“Last I noticed, I come home for lunch at noon every Tuesday. It is Tuesday, isn’t it?”

Sally’s face flamed as she glanced at the clock. “Yes, dear, and noon, too. I must have lost track of time. I’ll have your sandwich ready in a few moments. Are you in a hurry?”

“Not especially. What were you reading just now?”

“Oh, nothing much. Just some stuff Samantha wrote.” She grabbed the journal and closed it, grasping it tightly in her hands.

“She writing political opinion pieces again?”

“No. Nothing like that.” From the look on her husband’s face, he wasn’t going to let it go. “She’s writing fiction, if you must know. Pretty good stuff, too.”

“You don’t say. Could I look at it?” He walked across the room and held out his hand.

She handed it to him. “She’s into historical romance. Can you imagine that?”

He shook his head. “I can’t. Well, let’s see what she has here.”

He opened the journal and began reading. When he dropped into his chair and kept reading, Sally slipped into the kitchen and hurriedly assembled a bowl of tuna salad. After she made the sandwiches, she put them on a tray along with two glasses of milk and a bowl of chips and took them into the dining room.

“Ozzie? Lunch is ready.” She heard him grunt, but he didn’t come to the table. “Ozzie, I thought you wanted some lunch.”

“Yeah, okay. Just a minute. This is really good stuff, sweetheart. I don’t get all gushy over romance as you well know, but this is quite engaging.”

She smiled, realizing that if he liked it, it had to be good. Very good. Maybe good enough to publish. “You think she should send it to a publisher?”

He put the story down and sauntered into the dining room. “I do, indeed. In fact, I have a notion to send it in myself. I know an editor or two that might like to have their names connected to Samantha’s story. It’s good stuff. Damn good.”

Sally shook her head. “I don’t think Samantha would want you to get involved in her project. If she knew you and I were even reading this, she’d be upset. I can encourage her, I think. Give me the names of the places you’d send it and I’ll suggest them to her.”

“That may be, but I don’t see how a little boost would upset her. Doesn’t she know you’ve been reading it?”

Her face flamed again. “She does. But she’s very protective and private about this venture of hers.

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