Cowgirl's Rough Ride:
Bad Moon Rising
Copyright 2012 Julianne Reyer
This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This story is the sequel to:
The glare of the sun blinded Jane as she stepped out of the store onto the dusty street. She’d spent the last of her money on a bag of feed and a handful of jerky. And she hated jerky. For the past two days she’d been eating nothing but dried meat and stale bread. Where the hell is he? She thought while cursing his name.
Bill had disappeared after they arrived in the small town, and his absence was as much worrying as it was frustrating. And typical. He often left for hours or even a day at a time to do God knows what. Each time he returned, she’d grill him but he’d just wave her off with his aloof answers: checking their trail, looking for water, or some other menial business. Judging from his breath she suspected he snuck away to drink. But he always had a steady hand and his aim with a gun was better than ever.