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Release the Ashes (Spearfish, South Dakota Book 1) Anne Brown

Release the Ashes (Spearfish, South Dakota Book 1)

Anne Brown

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Grace Michem and her son Chase are on a journey. They left the familiar life they knew in New York City to drive to the plains of South Dakota. While wandering South Dakota, they find themselves at the mercy of an irate rancher.Will Grace and ChaseMoreGrace Michem and her son Chase are on a journey. They left the familiar life they knew in New York City to drive to the plains of South Dakota. While wandering South Dakota, they find themselves at the mercy of an irate rancher.Will Grace and Chase find what they are looking for amongst the Black Hills of South Dakota, or will they return to New York resuming the life they once knew?As the characters of Release the Ashes discover, life often has other paths for us to travel- paths other than the ones that we are walking. By making one step off our current path, we find the path we should or could be on.Excerpt:She felt ‘the someone’ come up behind her. Witnessing all this, peripherally, she still jumped at the introduction of the stranger’s words.“What do you have there? Is it one of those fancy dancy ‘smart’ phones?”Fancy dancy? She turned, knowing damn well that she would pay with her soul for doing so, but she turned anyway. It was more of a flinch-jump-turn move she had perfected over the years.“Yeah, it is.” She said, smile-smirking with an eye twitch at the man who had taken the stool next to her.“Are you Facebooking right now?”“Uh, no actually I was checking my email.”“But you can Facebook on ‘ur phone?”“Yes I could if I had it set-up, sure.”“Can you go on it now?”“I could if I had it set-up.”“No I mean can you go on it right now.” The man said while throwing his fingers up to simulate quotes. This confused her. She was not sure what part of what he said was to be quoted.“You mean you want me to go to Facebook on my phone and show you?”“Uh, yea. Uh-huh. That’s what I mean.” Again, with the finger quotes.“No sorry, I can’t. I am checking my work emails right now. And I don’t have an account with Facebook or anything.”“Well, ya see. What I was wondering is…there’s this lady over in Whitewood, that is the town just over and she said that she had a Facebook spot, or uh page and that I should check her out.” He paused for breath and Grace paused for sanity. “So I thought, since the library was closed today, so I can’t check her out there, that you’d let me, uh, use ‘ur fancy phone.” No finger quotes this time.She sat catching flies, while she looked at the man. He was not a greatly attractive man. Yet, he was not an ugly man. He was an ‘in the middle’ man. Not tall, not short, not bald but not hairy either, although his eye brows were a little rogue. His hair was brown, his eyes were brown, his shirt was brown, his pants were tan, his shoes were brown and, because his pants were a little too short exposing his socks, she saw his socks were brown with tan stripes. As she sat in awe of the ‘Brown-n-Tan Man’ the giggle began to resurface.Ok, she could handle this. It would not be polite to burst out in laughter at his earnest request and she knew, just knew, that Chase aka ‘the video recorder’ was laying down tracks of this for future questions on her behavior.All the laws of physics, nature and kinetics were colliding and her inner voice of reason was screaming at the absurdity of it and for some ridiculous reason she turned to the man and said, “Ok. Do you have an account?”“You mean it?”“Yeah if we can make it quick and I can’t let you walk away with my phone or anything and the page that you go to better not be of ‘questionable’ material.” She said with finger quotes raised.“Ok it’s not. The lady, she is a real nice lady.”“Ok so I typed in Facebook and it’s on the log-in page.”“Ok my log-in is [email protected] and my password is Budweiser.” Her inner voice bellowed ‘Don’t do it. Do not say it. Do not ask. Don’t you dare ask!’“Ok it’s loading your account now. So you like turtles, huh?” He looked at her as if her head was on backwards and then briskly replied “No.” Uh?“Ok then…your, uh page loaded. So what do you want to do here?”Her words were ignored. The ‘Brown-n-Tan Man’, aka Jim Parker or so the Facebook page read...