On more upbeat news, the new dog has his name finally, FARGO. We got it from that movie made about twenty years ago and from the show Eureka on the SyFy channel. He is doing really good, even though he does have his bad moments, like now, he is cuddled next to me, farting like you wouldn't believe. Lucy and the cats seem to be dealing well with him, the cats actually beat him up a little bit which is very entertaining. I think that we will be signing up for an obedience class in the near future and maybe some agility training so we can get rid of some of that energy. And my horse's cancer seems to have disappeared completely just n time for fall, also awesome.Other then that, I have surprising little to report or to say. Being sick kinda saps my creativity a little. so following this entry, is the first chapter of my book, which is actually the prologue. So if anyone out there is actually reading this, let me know what you think:
Prologue
The cold rain made a stark contrast to the hot blood that ran down the side of her face and neck. Hidden at the edge of the clearing, just out of the reach of the light, the little girl lay curled in a ball under a thick pine. Images of her father being stabbed flashed before her eyes, drawing out a wracking sob. The light from the fire they had sat laughing at only hours before was slowly dying as the rain continued to pour down. Closing her eyes she once again witnessed the horror of that night. The men entering the grove, her father standing to greet them, the cold sound of blades being drawn, her father yelling at her to run, get away. She hugged herself tighter as she remembered the sight of her father trying to fight off the men. He was brutally murdered before her eyes, the scene replaying over and over in her head. Forcing the image from her mind she tried to remember how she had been injured. With a little effort she recalled the man who had been waiting in the darkness of the woods for her when she ran. She had fought back when he grabbed her and he struck her on the side of the head with his sword’s hilt. Though dazed, she had managed to draw the little dagger she carried. When he lunged at her again, she stabbed him in the neck. I killed a human being. As this realization hit her, she turned her face and vomited into the mud. Her father had insisted that she learn to use the dagger, and that she carry it with her at all times, even though she was only seven.
Her father. He was the only family she had ever known. Her mother had died when she was very young and her father never spoke of her. For as long as she could remember it at been him and her, just the two of them. They were constantly traveling, never in one place for too long. She had never had time to make any friends they were gone so fast. Her father had seemed to know people everywhere and that was how they lived. They moved from one friend to the next, never staying very long anywhere and rarely revisiting anyone. The only friend that they regularly made trips to was the one they had been waiting for tonight. It was the only life she had ever known. And now her father was dead and she was alone in the world. Had she been a bit older she may have asked herself why hadn’t his friend showed up? Why had the men attacked them? They had only a little food in their packs, nothing worth stealing. And why had the leader of the gang forced him men to search the surrounding woods for her? Instead all she could think about was how alone she was.
As this thought pounded in her mind she began to lose consciousness from exhaustion and loss of blood. She was drifting off when she heard footsteps near her and before she could react, strong arms picked her up. She struck out with weak fists, beating at whoever had captured her.
“Quiet little one.” The voice was familiar and comforting. “What in gods name happened here?” Before she could respond, the world went fuzzy and she slipped into blackness, held in the arms of the friend they had been waiting for. He had finally come, though much too late.
