Ginger's Six Sentence Sunday

Hi, I had to move Six Sentence Sunday to this blog because I'm right in the middle of a Valentine's Blog Event at Dishin' It Out.  I hope you enjoy the picture of my handsome cowboy.  Oh, and be sure to go back to SSS and follow some of the other links for more exciting reads.  Yes, I do consider mine exciting.  :)

Today, I'm continuing with Sisters in Time, which fits here nicely because if you'll remember, Taylor is stuck in the old west...Colorado to be exact, and in this scene, Mariah's husband, who believes Taylor IS Mariah, is trying to help refresh her memory when she claims nothing about the Rocking C is familiar.  He's just brought a cup of coffee out to her on the porch and is reminding her how long they've been married:

My six:

Seventeen years? She tried to compute the numbers and shook her head. “This doesn’t add up. I’m twenty-seven years old. If I married you seventeen years ago, I would have been ten. I married David when I was twenty-two. If you add seventeen years to that, you’re trying to tell me I’m almost forty. That’s ridiculous.”

Sisters in Time is published by Eternal Press and available on Amazon and other places too numerous to mention.

Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome to Cowboy Kisses...my first six Sunday on a blog I've specifically created for western historical romance.  I've only just started, but I plan to share some of my best "sixes" with you, and on my blog, I'll be hosting some of my amazing peers, sharing their links, and their talents.  Hope you'll "mosy" on by when you find time.

Setting the scene:
Sarah Collins is on her way to California, via wagon train.  When the unimaginable happens, Indians attack and she's the sole survivor.  Next week, I'll continue on, with her trying to find her way back to civilization--a nightmare of it's own.  There's always a handsome hero to ride in for the rescue...and this one happens to be a hunky halfbreed named Wolf.  :)  He doesn't exactly ride in, but you'll understand more later. *shifty grin*


Here's my six:

Anger whitened Sarah’s knuckles as she clutched the deadly arrow and cursed those who had killed such a beautiful young person. Tears that had earlier been denied now
fell in rivulets down Sarah’s face as she gave in to her grief and mourned her friend and
the other innocent people now lying dead and cold. Guilt tore at her soul. She’d cheated
death, not once, but twice. Again, she questioned why God had spared her and no one
else. Maybe he had a plan for her.

Hmmp, don't we always continue to learn?  If I wrote this today, I would have altered a few things. Gripped by grief, she mourned her friend and the other innocent people lying dead and cold around camp. Tears she'd earlier denied streamed down her cheeks.

Oh, live and learn...and in writing, it's an ongoing process.  Now, head back to Six Sentence Sunday and follows more links to delicious reads.