The Rebel’s Redemption
by Jacquie Biggar
Annie Campbell has made a good life for
her and her young son in the mountain town of Tidal Falls. She’s dating the
sheriff, owns a successful business, and has the support of the community. So
why isn’t it quite enough?
Jared Martin left Tidal Falls a
hotheaded youth, and now, after eight years in the military, he returns a
bitter, disillusioned man.
Then he finds out he’s a father.
When an old enemy follows and causes
mayhem in the small town, can Jared overcome the odds to protect the woman he’s
always loved and the child he never knew, or will it be too late?
Annie’s
heart tried to leap out of her chest, one hand muffling her scream, while the
other clutched the now half-empty box. Why hadn’t she made sure she locked the
door behind the delivery guy this morning? Of all the asinine, irresponsible things
to do
“I…I’m
sorry, we’re closed right now. Can you ma…maybe come back later?”
Like
never.
The
stranger—she was pretty sure she’d never seen him before—stayed to the shadows,
denying her a clear view of his features. He wore an old-fashioned bowler hat
tipped forward over his eyes, and a black greatcoat, one hand tucked into the
pocket. She was probably about to star in her own horror flick. Killed with her
own merchandise. She could see the headlines already. Annie kept a nervous gaze
on that pocket, her imagination going into overdrive.
When the
silence threatened to explode in her head, he bent and picked up one of the
carving knives she’d graciously sent his way. His thumb skimmed up and down the
blade. She didn’t think she’d ever been so scared in her life.
“Please,
I have no money. What do you want?”
That got
a reaction. His hand stilled on the blade and piercing eyes looked up and
pinned her in place. “Tell Martin I here. There is nowhere he can hide.” He
threw the knife. Annie gasped and recoiled as the blade flew through the air
and embedded itself obscenely in the heart of her sewing mannequin. “Tell him
he must pay.” Without another word, he disappeared out the door, a dark wraith.
Annie
sank to the floor in a boneless heap. Now that it was over her teeth chattered,
and shivers racked her frame. Who was he? What did he want? She wanted to
believe it was all a misunderstanding and he’d come to the wrong door, but in
her heart she knew better.
From the time I was twelve years old, I knew I
wanted to be a writer. That year I wrote a short story called Count Daffodil
for my English Assignment. It garnered me an A and was read aloud through the
school's loudspeaker system. Needless to say, after that I was hooked.
I grew up, got married, raised a family and left my
writing urges to simmer in the background unattended.
I owned and operated a successful diner in my
hometown for a number of wonderful years. Now I'm ready to take up the writing
reins and see how far I can travel.
I expect it to be an exciting, new journey and
would be honored to have your company along the way.
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