My deepest respect and appreciation for all veterans and their families on this Veteran's Day.
I'm in Alabama this weekend, enjoying the Fall colors (no Fall colors in Florida), so I thought I'd post some lines from a book that's set in Alabama. I recently entered this into the Golden Pen Contest and was thrilled when it was chosen as a finalist. In the Arms of a Stranger starts with my hero, JP Blackmon, driving down a muddy back road during a night time thunderstorm. I'll let these lines speak to his problems:
So far, the folded T-shirt he’d made into a pressure bandage had done its job. Six hours after avoiding a shot meant to kill, he was sure he’d lost the trackers who’d spotted him at the Atlanta Airport. The bullet had penetrated just above his right hip. He had both entrance and exit wounds. The pain wasn’t bad, but he’d have to take care of it soon, if he could stay ahead of them.
But they’d know. Hell, it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to know where he was headed.
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