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Hot Roast Beef with Mustard

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81 pagine
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Pubblicato:
Nov 15, 2011
ISBN:
9781452481463
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It’s a day like any other, except for the money, and the hot roast beef with mustard, chocolate shake and hot apple pie at Charlie’s. Naomi Wilcox’s life is in limbo before that Saturday when she finds herself driving too fast on a two lane backtop in Nevada, a bag stuffed with bundles of hundred dollar bills by her side, a new life ahead. And then there appears a truck, a bull and a slow talking Cowboy. And still she runs until there is nowhere to go except to Charlie’s where the Cowboy teaches her more than she would have ever imagined, that she has the power to make her own choices.

Pubblicato:
Nov 15, 2011
ISBN:
9781452481463
Formato:
Libro

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Hot Roast Beef with Mustard - James Paddock

Books by James Paddock

Novels

CJ Washburn Mysteries

Deserving of Death (Book 1)

Sailing into Death (Book 2)

Angel of Death (Book 3)

Never Surrender to Death (Book 4)

Parker DuPont Mysteries

Driven by Death (Book 1)

Remembering Death (Book 2)

Secrets in Death (Book 3)

Lost in Death (Book 4)

Time travel

Before Anne After (Book 1)

Time Will Tell (Book 2)

Sabre-Toothed Cat Suspense

Smilodon (Book 1)

Sabre City (Book 2)

The Last Sabre (Book 3)

Other Suspense

Saving Ebony

Lost & Forgotten

Angels in the Mist

Novella

Hot Roast Beef with Mustard

Short Story Anthology

No Swimming

by

James Paddock

Copyright

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locals is entirely coincidental.

HOT ROAST BEEF WITH MUSTARD

Copyright © 2011 by James Paddock

Cover art by James Paddock

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

Printed in the United States of America.

CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform

ISBN: 978-1-5194-8893-0 (Soft cover)

Amazon Kindle

ASIN: B0067DDUYW (ebook)

Title Page

A day like any other, hot roast beef, chocolate shake and hot apple pie with the Cowboy at Charlie’s.

Will have you questioning everything you thought you knew about Deja Vu.

Chapter 1

NO SERVICE

Damn! Damn! Damn! She hit the steering wheel and then chided herself for losing patience over something she could not control. Up hills and down hills and out in the flat for mile after mile and all she could get was an occasional few seconds of ROAMING. She would pick it up to dial and as quickly it would be gone.

NO SERVICE

Her right leg stiffened and the needle slipped past the mark between eighty and ninety. She turned the cold air directly on her face and looked in the rearview mirror. As far back as she could see there was nothing.

Nothing!

Thirty-three years of nothing. Well maybe not thirty-three. Just the last . . . what? Seemed like forever since the last time she was truly happy.

Forever of nothing.

Ahead was the same, an asphalt ribbon turning into a black line that disappeared into a heat haze. But in that haze she saw a mixture of hope and fear. Even though the fear turned her stomach, the conscious awareness of the possible lack of nothing gave her hope.

The needle hovered on ninety but she didn’t notice or didn’t care. She again looked at the phone between the bucket seats.

ROAMING

She began to reach for it, then paused, knowing it was no use. She returned her hand to the steering wheel but kept staring at the phone.

What if she did get through? Then what? What was she going to say? "Sorry such short notice, Mr. Larork, but my Aunt Louise is on her death bed and I’m on my way to see her. I’ll get back to you as soon as I know when I’ll return.

"Sorry, Mr. Larork, but you know that package you’ve been expecting? I accidently addressed it to a friend in Texas. I just discovered my error and am on my way to fix it right now.

Mr. Larork. You know that package you’ve been waiting for? It's now mine. I’ve put up with your sexual harassment and mental abuse far too long and it has come time for you to pay. Don’t even try finding me.

She laughed at that thought then jumped when the phone at which she had been daydreaming, rang. She continued to stare at it thinking she didn’t hear right. It rang again. On the third ring she picked it up. Naomi.

About time you answered, a deep, crackled voice said into her ear. You had better look at the road.

Huh? She looked up to find the approaching grill and wide windshield of an eighteen wheeler, lights on and flashing, and that she was over halfway into the trucker’s lane. Everything for the next ten seconds turned into a blur; the swerve, the blare of the trucker’s horn changing from high to low pitch as he shot on by, the fight to stay on the road knowing that whatever she was doing was totally wrong and there was no time to figure out what right was so just lay on the brakes and try to keep it on the pavement. She lost focus on everything around her as she realized she had lost control. The steering wheel jerked in her hands until it broke free of her grip and began spinning of its own free will.

Then everything stopped and there was silence, a deathly silence.

When the spinning in her head ceased she found she was staring at four black cows that were staring back at her. There was a sudden tightness in her chest. She started to panic that she was injured or that she was having a heart attack, until she realized she had simply stopped breathing. She blew out the dioxide and sucked in a lung full of noxious air, noticing at the same time that there was smoke drifting away from the car.

I’m on fire!

In a panic she flipped off her seat belt, threw open her door and bolted up the road. She stopped and turned to stare at the car, saw skid marks leading up to it, recognized the odor of burning rubber. How did

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