This October the second book in the Wyattsville series is scheduled for publication. Spare Change, the first book in this series won a lot of hearts when Ethan Allen Doyle stepped into the picture. Now he’s reaching out to help a little girl in trouble. Here’s a brief excerpt from the fifth chapter…enjoy it and stop by often for more.
JUBILEE’S JOURNEY…chapter five excerpt
Jubilee remained on the bench throughout the morning. She’d heard the gunshots, but she’d heard gunshots before. In Coal Fork, it simply meant the men had gone hunting. Even as she watched the crowds gather she was not alarmed. This was the city. Paul had forewarned her things were different in the city. When several hours had passed and he still hadn’t returned, she began to search the faces of the stragglers standing in front of the store. The expressions were hard and the voices angry, so Jubilee remained where she was. She thought back on Paul’s words, “You can’t go talking to strangers,” he’d said. “People in the city ain’t like us. They got their ways and we got ours.” So far, Jubilee was none too fond of their ways.
For a brief moment, there had been a boy who seemed different—someone she might ask to go in search of her brother. The boy looked at her for a moment then climbed onto his bicycle and pedaled off. Once he rounded the corner and disappeared, Jubilee knew it was a foolish thought. He was like all the others.
When the last of the cars and people were gone, tears settled in the little girl’s eyes. With the crowds, she had not been so terribly alone. Yes, they were city people, but she felt if need be she could ask for help. There was always that thin sliver of hope she’d find a friendly face in the crowd. Now there was nothing. She looked across at the stretches of yellow tape crisscrossed over the doorway of the store where Paul was working and thought back on where she’d seen the same type of thing. It had been an abandoned mine. A place where her daddy said people died. Fear mingled with loneliness and became sorrow.
When the sorrow became unbearable, Jubilee stuck her thumb in her mouth. It was something she hadn’t done since she was two. But the thumb was there, it was an old friend that brought comfort. It was something she could count on. After a long while the tears stopped.
Jubilee had no idea how long she’d been sitting there, but the sun was low in the sky when she thought she saw the bicycle boy coming toward her.