From chapter four--Storm's Promise

I'm in the midst of writing Storm's Promise, the third book of my Another Spring series. This book continues the story of Promise Harding, who was introduced in book two, Rayne's Faith.

Keep in mind, this has not yet been edited, and much can change, but I thought it might be fun to give you a peek now and then of what's coming. 

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Hunkered down in a cemetery with a bullet in his chest didn’t give a man a whole lot of hope for the future. Storm Dawson grunted as he loosened his shirt from his britches and tried to look at the wound. The bandana stuffed in the hole was sticky with blood, some fresh, some dried and it hurt something fierce when he pulled it loose, bringing black chest hair and a fresh gush of blood with it. An annoying sound, like a thousand cicadas, undulated in his ears in rhythm with the beat of his heart, and he fought to stay conscious. He clenched his teeth and jammed the kerchief back into the wound as best he could.

A sea of grass stretched as far as he could see beyond the picket fence that surrounded the well-kept burial ground. Where was he and how did he get here? His horse was gone along with everything he owned that he’d stuffed into the saddlebags, and his holster was empty. Surely the kid he’d encountered two days ago hadn’t followed him. One thing certain, he’d been ambushed and left to die. At least they’d made it convenient for someone to dig the hole.