She thought of the earthquake. "I hardly think so."
"No time to argue."
With that, he grabbed her hand and dragged her back down into the excavation. Johanna tried to tug loose, but his grip was like iron. She tossed a nervous glance over her shoulder. The things swarmed to the edge of the pit... then stopped. She frowned in puzzlement, wondering why they'd done that, but a yank on her arm made her attention shift.
And six from the Steampunk Western that arrived in my head over last weeked (described as Pride and Prejudice meets Wild Wild West), simply because I want to share the fun:
Steam belched into the sky like a twisted version of the Indians’ smoke signals. From her vantage point on the ridge, Samantha Bennett eyed the ugly black engine - and the parallel steel tracks that carved a scar through the countryside - with severe distaste. The foreign and unwanted sound of hammering as workmen fitted another length of rail echoed off the embankment, drowning out birdsong.
Another tree crashed down, causing her roan mare to snort and paw the ground with one hoof. Sam patted the warm neck.
“I know, Madison. I know.”
To those wanting to join in, the rules are simple:
- pick a project – a current Work in Progress, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published
- pick six sentences
- post ‘em on Sunday