Indigent: Anthology Of Gay Fiction for LGBTQI Charities

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Five authors have joined together to produce stories evoking both loss and hope. Reaching deep within their fiery imaginations, these stories take flight and showcase dreams for a better today and future for LGBT everywhere. Embodying a diverse set of talents and stories, this volume sets out to grab the hearts of those who read the m/m genre and to offer hope to LGBT across the globe. By offering this book, we hope to support the following charities across the globe:

Our nature is to live and let live.

Often disregarding the plight of our homeless, our sick, our tired and our handicapped LGBT fellow beings. It gives us great pleasure in presenting this edition to assist our community members wherever they may be. Many of our community members have nowhere to sleep, nothing to eat, and have no work. The proceeds collected from this book will go to rewarding several charities across the globe. These charities are passionate about what they do. Some take in the homeless and others provide a home for the aged and the handicapped. The charities whom we will be assisting are:

GALA, South Africa

Lost-n-Found-Youth, Atlanta, USA Youth Off The Streets, Australia The Albert Kennedy Trust, UK

GALA is a centre for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and intersex (LGB- TI) culture and education in Africa. Their mission is, first and foremost, to act as a catalyst for the production, preservation and dissemination of knowledge on the history, culture and contemporary experiences of LGBTI people.

www.gala.co.za

Lost-n-Found is Atlanta’s only non-profit organization dedicated to taking homeless lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender youth off the street and into more permanent housing, Lost-n-Found Youth is dedicated to the advocacy and service of youth from 13 to 25 years old.

http://lnfy.org

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Youth Off The Streets is a non-denominational community organisation working for young people aged 12-25 who are facing challenges of homeless- ness, drug and alcohol dependency, exclusion from school, neglect and abuse. We support these young people as they work to turn their lives around and overcome immense personal traumas such as neglect and physical, psycholog- ical and emotional abuse.

http://www.youthoffthestreets.com.au

The Albert Kennedy Trust supports lesbian, gay, bisexual and trans homeless young people in crisis. Every day they deal with the the effects home- lessness can have on young people’s lives.

http://www.akt.org.uk

These charities require funding to assist desperate, needy members of our community and this book is a mere drop in the ocean of how we can reach out socially to them.

Indigent has been produced to entertain and delight and all the stories leave the reader with a “feel good” state of mind.

This anthology edited by Louis J Harris and Kimi D Saunders

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Frederick Eugene Feeley Jr’s “Indigent”, after which the anthology takes its name, brings the reader to witness an apocalyptic war between the good and evil that rages in one man’s mind. Soon he will know that his problems are insignificant compared to those of others.

Mari Evan’s “Stumbling into Forever”, involves a handsome young vampire who will learn that just a sip of blood is the difference between love and freezing to death.

Leona Windwalker’s “If Only the World”, takes rejection to another level. A heartbreaking story that is turned on its head by the kindness of strangers.

Shaye Evans’ “Rescued”, is a contemporary social statement about the aftermath of a young man’s life after his drink has been spiked at a bar.

LeAnne Phoenix’s “Higher Love”, takes us on an almost spiritual journey through the minds of two people who have never met, but have spoken on a telepathic level. When they do come together, that bond is already cemented, but there is a price to pay.

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Book trailer code:

-from If Only The World by Leona Windwalker

Excerpt 2:

“Light?” the man asked, kneeling down to bring his head level with the window.

“Oh… yeah, of course.” Bobby handed him a lighter. The man cupped his cigarette, snapped the flame on, and inhaled. His face became the picture of intense pleasure as he placed his hand, which held the lighter, on the window sill to maintain balance. Bobby couldn’t help but stare at him in wonder again. Like a rose.

What is beauty? His professor had asked in his philosophy class.

Hands had shot up. He picked them, one by one. Some gave examples and one girl gave a protracted answer about sociological influences dictating standards of beauty. The man patiently listened to the feminist answer before he finally spoke.

“Plato believed that all souls were alive in heaven before they were sent to earth….” He stopped mid-sentence with a curious look on his face that Bobby took as a cue to finish the thought.

“…so the beauty of a rose would be a reminder of… heaven?”

-Indigent, F.E. Freeley Jr

Excerpt 3:

I always wondered if Orion was as beautiful up close as it is in the sky! This is amazing!

Youre only seeing

it from the back of a motorcycle!

Its a Rider, my Misha, and when youre well, Ill take you down into it.

Can we stop for a second, please? Right here?

Only for a minute. We need to get you to Doc.

Maven remembered acutely how Mikhail had hurried to the edge, whispering, “Now that’s a wide blue yonder!” He remembered holding that strong body to his own when Mikhail’s shoes had slipped on the icy ledge, pressing a kiss to the pulse racing in his lover’s throat.

My Maven! Since the Eiffel is out, because I cant go back to Earththis would be an appropriate equivalent. The stars are way better than a silly old pointy monument to an age long gone by.

Kissing you here would knock that off your list?

Yknowjust in case there needs be a list.

There doesnt need to be a list, my Misha and I like the my Maven.

Higher Love, M. LeAnne Phoenix

Excerpt 4:

Even when he wanted to, he wasn’t comfortable using swear words. His dad had used them all the time, and so had his brothers and sisters. It was just so crude, and his mama had always said that people only used them if they lacked communication skills. Not that her superior knowledge of words had saved her from getting murdered by a bunch of wild animals. Bloody assholes tore her apart for trying to save a little girl, and he got to watch.

“Might be why I’m so messed up in the brain department. That, and being

a vampire. Too bad being a vamp doesn’t give me the power to deal with this freaking cold.”

He stumbled through the dark alley.

“And now I’m talking to myself. Great, I’m officially pathetic. All I need is an aluminum foil hat and an imaginary pet, then I’ll be ready for a straight- jacket.”

He reached the end of the alley but his feet still weren’t fully cooperating, at the intersection of the alley and the street, he tripped over his shoes and fell head-on into a passerby.

THWACK!

His face smacked into a hard shoulder and pain exploded behind his eyes. “Umpf,” was all he was capable of mumbling before sliding down to the

sidewalk. He landed with a thud, shoulders first because his face was still slid- ing down the strangers legs. When he finally lay on the ground, he decided to stay there. It was safer, because walking was too difficult for him. His cheek and eye throbbed and he was dizzy.

“Oh my god! Are you all right? Are you hurt? Shit, shit, shit…um, kid?” A frantic male voice blurted out. It did weird things to Ollie’s stomach. ‘Or may- be that’s the hunger,’ he thought.

But then the guy touched him and Ollie could barely suppress a shiver. Warm fingertips squeezed his wrist carefully, trying to find a pulse.

After few seconds the guy sighed. “Not dead, thank god.” A warm hand softly tapped his cheek “Hello, kid? Can you hear me? Open your eyes for me…please?”

Ollie groaned. He didn’t want to open his eyes. If he did, he had to face the world again, and he wasn’t too fond of the world right then. But the pleading tone in the man’s voice made him want to sooth his panic. He wanted to take away his fear, all fears. He wanted to protect him from everything scary and painful in life.

-Stumbling Into Forever, Mari Evans

Excerpt 5:

“You should have called a taxi for me,” I paused. “I can’t afford an ambu-

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lance bill.”
“You passed out. A taxi would have taken ages—we could have lost you by

then. You were dehydrated and your heart was all off and…” he trailed off and shook his head, then looked at me. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

He glanced at me as he placed a strip of tape over the bandage and my skin. “Why can’t you pay for it? I mean…I just want to make sure you’re not in with the wrong crowd. I know what college is like—you want to experiment, find new things.”

“How do you know that I’m like the rest of the college students?” I mut- tered. “You don’t know me.”

“Are you?”

“I already know who I am and what I want—I don’t need to experiment. And if you want to know, I can’t afford it because I came out to my par- ents when I was sixteen and I’ve been working to put myself through college since…”

Speaking of my past brought back all the pain but he didn’t need to know the full story. I didn’t want him to know. I could only imagine what people would think if they knew, because what I thought of myself was enough to tell me others would think worse.

“Oh.” From the corner of my eye, I watched as Chris nipped his lip ring then he looked away.

“Yeah, oh.” I nodded, staring at the end of the bed. “That’s what they all say.”

“Well, I used your phone and called your parents. They’re on their way.”

My head snapped to faced him by the bed. “Dad’s coming here?” I almost shouted the words. I hadn’t ever expected to see the man again.

“I don’t know. Your Mom answered.”
“Right…Great.”
For a brief moment my hopes had risen only to shatter on crashing back to

earth. I should have known. My father wouldn’t want anything to do with me. But for a single moment I had hoped maybe the man had given me a second chance. But of course, he wouldn’t. My father was stubborn and once he had an idea in his head, it didn’t change.

A silent moment passed between us. He played with the ring around his lip, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Then he put an end to the silence. “If you can’t pay the bill I’ll pay it for you,” he whispered.

“In exchange for what?”

He remained silent for more than a couple of seconds. His brows pulled together in confusion. He stared at the white hospital floor.

What was so confusing about my question? I didn’t expect to be given anything and since my parents had kicked me out, I had never been given anything either. Suddenly, all the tension in Chris’ face washed away and he looked up to meet my gaze. His eyes were dark, like molten chocolate. It stirred my insides.

“Were you involved with survival sex?” he asked.

My eyes widened. My heart beat faster. The monitor beside the bed re- corded the abrupt pitch. “N-n-no,” I spat quickly, but the stutter in my answer would have told Chris the truth.

– Rescued, Shaye Evans

Bios:

F.E. Freeley Jr:

F.E. Feeley Jr was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan and lived there for twenty years before joining the military. He is a veteran of the US Armed Services; having done a tour in support of Operation Iraq Freedom in 2002-2003, he turned college student, pursuing a degree in political science. He now lives in Southeast Texas where he is married to the love of his life, John, and where they raise their 1½ year old German shepherd, Kaiser.

As a young man, reading took center stage in his life, especially those novels about ghosts, witches, goblins, and all the other things that went bump in the night. His favorite authors include such writers as Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and Anne Rice, whose work allowed him to travel to far off places and meet fascinating and scary characters. As a gay man, he wishes to be able to write good fictional literature for those who love the genre and to write characters that readers can relate to. All in all, he is a cigarette smokin’, whiskey drinkin’, rock and roll lovin’, tattoo wearin’ dreamer of a man with a wonderful husband who puts up with his crap and lets him write his stories.

Author links:

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Leona Windwalker:

Leona is a longtime staunch supporter of human rights and environmental causes. Her favourite genre to read is M/M fiction and she particularly enjoys science fiction, fantasy, and action/suspense subgenres–especially if they have a nice seasoning of romance. She has far too many books on her Kindle, has overloaded her phone with even more and, when not reading, writing, being driven to distraction by her children, or being overlorded by her three cats, can be found trying to locate the portal that the sock monster uses to steal socks from her dryer.

Amazon

Goodreads

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/10920862.Leona_Windwalker

Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Leona-Windwalker/890405037684824?ref=bookmarks

Twitter

https://twitter.com/ShroudedDancer

Mari Evans:

Mari is a wife and the proud mother of a very active daughter, two

dogs and two cats. She’s a very social kind of girl, who loves to talk. It’s both her best and worst quality.

From the moment she could read, she devoured books. Anything goes, as long as it has a happy ending.

There were always stories swirling around in her head and as a child she liked to lay in bed and let the characters have their story and happy ending. It wasn’t until 2013 that she actually tried to put one of the whole stories down and submit it to a publisher. To her own surprise and excitement it was accept- ed. This gave her the drive to keep going.

The decision to write m/m was made when a friend told a story about a young gay man that struck a chord, even as her husband had already encour aged her to try it earlier.

Now she found her passion, having already found the love in her family and friends, her life is completely chaotic, crazy but wonderful.

Amazon

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  • LeAnne Phoenix

LeAnne Phoenix would tell you that the worst time of her life was the two years that she attempted to take off from writing. If you asked her to explain exactly why she did such a thing, you would most likely get the mad attempt to arch an eyebrow like her dad and then a shake of the head as she told you it was unlucky to speak of such things. Suffice it to say, it will never happen again!

Born and raised in Fort Worth, Texas in the mid-1970’s, Ms. Phoenix was young and wild (and even free!) during the crazy wondrous decade known as the 1980’s and the even crazier but now grungy decade of the 1990’s. Music is second only to the muses that live and breathe to fill her mind with beautiful men, and music always helps them to tell their stories. She is never without her iPod or her computer no matter where she goes, although, she does like to hike and take pictures of the sky and the moon, and even the occasional shot of the sun through the branches of a tree.

An avid cat lover, Ms. Phoenix has been owned by many throughout her life, though her current owner is one Lily-Rose, who really would like for her to step away from the keyboard and pay her some attention! After all, hasn’t she earned it?

Facebook http://www.facebook.com/mleannephoenix

Twitter at https://twitter.com/MLPhoenix

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8302010.M_LeAnne_Phoenix

Shaye Evans:

Shaye Evans is a proud Australian author of the M/M Romance genre. She prides herself in not only writing the genre but also reading it. As an author and supporter to the LGBT community, Shaye wishes to inspire anyone who reads her books and hope they help in whatever insignificant or significant way.

At age nineteen, Shaye found her love in the genre when she read her first M/M and was instantly hooked, but it took her an entire year to begin writing her own. She has had five of nine short stories accepted to be published in 2014 alone. Something she is very proud to admit–and who wouldn’t be?

When not writing or plotting her next piece, Shaye keeps busy by either reading one of over four-hundred books in her collection, designing her next book cover, or shopping. She one day dreams of being a paramedic and her books making it to the movies!

Amazon

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Friday At The 7-Eleven by JT Hall

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Title: Friday at the 7-Eleven
Author: J.T. Hall

Publisher: Torquere Press

Length: Novella (17,000 words)

Genre: Gay BDSM Romance (M/M/M)

Blurb: Brent’s a bully who picks on his workmate Alex. What Brent doesn’t realize, however, is that Alex wants him, but is too scared to ask. Meanwhile Brent’s convinced that all he needs is a firm hand to push him down and force him to be a good guy.

Then he meets Craig, an muscled veteran working at the local 7-Eleven. Craig knows a switch when he sees it, and Brent’s got it written all over him. He needs a hard takedown and some training to harness that sadistic side. Craig decides that what might be best is for all three of them to get together. Only by embracing honesty and self-control can each of them find what they need.

Buy links:

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Author Bio: J.T. Hall has a bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing and a Master in Education. She has long been active in the LGBT and local leather community and does charity work including AIDS education and suicide prevention. Currently, J.T. works as a technical writer in the healthcare industry and lives with her partner and teenaged daughter in sunny Arizona.

Email:

jthall@diamondprintpress.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100005608068142

Twitter: https://twitter.com/JTHall7

Excerpt:

Alex practically ran from his car to the job site, strapping on his work belt as he went. He grabbed his level to double-check the wall he’d erected before lunch, wondering how in the world he was going to approach Brent and deliver Craig’s message.

Then he realized he didn’t need to, as Brent’s shadow fell across him. “You were late getting back.” Brent didn’t sound as furious as he had this morning with the nail box, but he still sounded angry. Alex’s heart beat faster, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of what he’d seen Brent doing earlier, fear, or both. Then again, Brent always seemed to have that effect on him.

Well, there was no time like the present. At least this way he could get it over and done with. “I was chatting with the attendant at the 7-Eleven,” he replied, holding the level like he could defend himself with it. “I think he said his name was Craig? He said he wanted to see you after work.” Did he dare add that Craig wanted to see both of them? Even just getting this much out made him want to run and hide from Brent’s reaction.

Brent’s eyes went wide with shock. He grabbed Alex by the arm, his fingers digging into Alex’s flesh hard enough to leave bruises. “What the fuck? He told you to tell me that? Why the fuck would he do that?”

Alex’s mouth worked as he struggled to speak. “I don’t know! He just said to tell you that.”

Letting go of him, Brent took a step back. He regarded Alex with narrowed eyes. “Tell me exactly what he said. And you’d better not breathe a word of this to anyone else. Or I will mess you up.”

“I would never!” Alex blurted, and at Brent’s look, he whispered, “I would never do that. He said, ‘see if you can get him’—that’s you—‘to meet me here after four.’” Alex took a deep breath and plunged forward. “And then he told me to come as well.” And if he was following Craig’s orders, he supposed he should say the last part as well. Alex prayed it wouldn’t get him killed. “He said something about being ready to ‘take it’ and me being on bottom.” By this time his face was flaming.

Brent’s brows drew together and he stood still, watching Alex with unreadable eyes. Alex wished he could go crawl into a hole somewhere. He jumped a little as one of their coworkers told them to get moving. Brent’s eyes narrowed as if he could drill into Alex’s head with his gaze alone. His lip curled. “I’ll meet him. I don’t know what the fuck’s going on. I intend to find out.”

 

Spotlight: Mechanically Inclined by Jena Wade

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Mechanically Inclined, Jena Wade

Released May 25th, 2015 from Liquid Silver Books

$2.99

Blurb:

Cal Foster has sworn off men. He is never going to date anyone again, ever. But as the saying goes, never say never, because Josh Gibson isn’t just anyone. Jena Wade brings you all the passion you could hope for in her hot, new contemporary romance, Mechanically Inclined.

Excerpt:

Josh rolled up the sleeves on his teal dress shirt and flipped his tie over his shoulder. He took a deep breath. This needed to go fast if he was going to show up on time. Was there a certain way to take the bolts off? He couldn’t remember. It’d been a long time since he’d actually had to do this. It looked easy enough.

Ten minutes later, Josh had four of the five lug nuts off. The last one was causing him trouble. He placed the tire iron on the bolt and pulled with as much strength as he had left in him. It didn’t budge.

“Need some help with that?”

“Christ!” Josh let go of the iron and landed on his butt in the dirt. “Holy hell, man. Where’d you come from?” Maybe it was because Josh was on his back, but the guy looked huge. He loomed over him. A full dark beard covered his face, and his white button-down shirt stretched tight across his wide chest and muscular arms.

Did he hit his head when he fell? His dream man stood before him. Josh had been looking for the perfect man all his life. What were the odds that Mr. Right would show up on a country road in the middle of a cornfield?

Spotlight Post & Giveaway: Disappear With Me by Dean Pace-Frech

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I am happy to announce that the Second Edition of Disappear With Me is available from Amber Quill Press!

Blurb:

Love is greater than hope or faith, but can Reverend Leander Norris convince a jury that the love he shares with another man is natural?

In 1910, the United Kingdom was in turmoil. King Edward died after only nine years on the throne. The social class system that upheld British society for centuries was being chipped away by social, political, and economic unrest across the Commonwealth. Amidst this backdrop, Reverend Leander Norris is accused of sodomy. After discovering his own self-worth and unconditional love, Leander finds the courage to stand up for what he believes is right and pleads not guilty to the charges. Throughout the trial, Leander’s past is revealed, including the temptations that bring the accusations against him. By the end of the trial, Leander is once again reunited with a romantic interest from the past, but it may be too late to rekindle any love that might remain, given the circumstances of the era and Leander’s likely sentence.

Excerpt:

“Are you not a scholar?” Weeks asked. “Do you not know the Bible that you preach from each Sunday?”

“I know it very well,” Leander answered. “But the Bible has many interpretations. I think you can guess that mine might be a little less than conventional.”

Weeks reclined back in his chair. He made a steeple with his fingers and rested them on his pursed lips. “You’re actually sitting here telling me that, as a man of God, you’re all right with buggery and feel you’ve done nothing wrong?”

“Mr. Weeks, do you realize you keep asking me the same question over again, using different words?”

“As your counsel, I need to be sure that I understand your position, the one you expect me to defend.”

“You sound shocked that I would suggest such a thing. I can’t have you defending me if you don’t believe it yourself.”

“Reverend, my beliefs about the situation are irrelevant; it doesn’t matter what I believe. I need to be able to defend our position in court and hope our defense can refute what the prosecution will present.”

“I have to have conviction in my sermons each Sunday morning. I think you also know you need to have conviction when defending your clients.”

“And I can assure you that I have that same conviction to make sure that you receive a fair trial. I will do my best—”

“Do your best to what? Go through the motions and make sure that the I’s are dotted and the T’s are crossed so it looks like I’ve been given a good defense?”

Weeks didn’t answer and that was all the answer that Leander needed. After a moment, Weeks tried to start again. “Look, Reverend, I am your assigned counsel for this trial. I am on your side. I want to see you get a fair trial, but you must understand what we’re up against is quite overwhelming.”

“I know; I’ve never done anything the simple way.”

“Sir, you must understand that we are going up against laws that are rooted in two thousand years of Christian tradition and about as many years of British attitude.”

“Mr. Weeks, do you love your wife?”

Weeks let out an impatient sigh. “Of course, but here you go asking intimate questions about me that have no bearing on my defending your case.”

“Humor me, sir. Do you love your wife?”

“Yes, I very much love my wife and family.”

“What if you woke up tomorrow and a constable showed up on your doorstep and arrested you because they said the love you share with your wife was illegal?”

Weeks didn’t answer him. Instead, in a quiet voice, he said, “You know you and I are just two people. We’re not going to change these laws overnight.”

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About Dean Pace-Frech

With inspiration from historical tourism sites, the love of reading, and a desire to write a novel, Dean started crafting his debut novel, A Place to Call Their Own, in 2008. After four years of writing and polishing the manuscript, it was accepted and originally published 2013. His second novel, Disappear With Me, set in Edwardian England was published later that same year. Both novels were re-released in May 2015.

Dean lives in Kansas City, Missouri with his husband, Thomas (legally as of February 14, 2015), and their two cats. They are involved in their church and enjoy watching movies, outdoor activities in the warmer weather and spending time together with friends and family. In addition to writing, Dean’s hobbies include reading and patio gardening.

Dean is currently working a standalone title, Need Your Love, set in 1966, and The Higher Law, a continuation of the story of Frank and Gregory’s family set in the 1930s.

Connect with Dean Pace-Frech

Email deanfrech@aol.com

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In The Spotlight: A Place To Call Their Own by Dean Pace-Frech

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A Place to Call Their Own

I am happy to announce that the Second Edition of A Place to Call Their Own is available from JMS Books, LLC.

Frank Greerson and Gregory Young have been discharged from the Army and are headed to their childhood homes. They both defied their parents in 1861 when they joined the Army. After battling southern rebels and preserving the Union of the United States of America, the two men set out to battle the Kansas Prairie and build a life together. Once they find their claim, they encounter common obstacles to life on the Kansas Prairie in 1866: Native Americans, tornadoes, wild animals, and weather.

When a prairie fire destroys their crops and takes their neighbor’s lives, Frank and Gregory are instructed to find their young son’s aunt. Faced with leaving a destroyed claim, the railroad coming through their land, and dwindling funds, Frank and Gregory must decide whether to leave the place they have worked hard to make their own or fulfill their friends’ dying wishes.

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Excerpt:

You two together or…” Mr. McAvoy asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Mrs. McAvoy raised an eyebrow, also curious about the situation.

Gregory gave Frank a nervous and mischievous look and answered, “Ah, yes, sir. We planned to each get a claim and build one house for now, help each other out.”

The answer seemed to satisfy both Mr. and Mrs. McAvoy. “That sounds like a good idea. It’d be nice to have a few neighbors around to help with things once in a while. And what I wouldn’t give to have had just one other man to help me with some of the house building and stable. You stay around here, and you’ll need a stable. Wolves and coyotes will get your livestock if you don’t.”

“How did you protect yourself before? This stuff doesn’t get built in a day.” Gregory asked.

“It takes ’em a while to figure out you’re here. And of course, it’s worse in the winter than this time of year. They haven’t been quite so bad the last few weeks, have they?” he directed to his wife.

“No, they calmed down. Hopefully they’ve been preying on the deer that are eating my potato plants.” answered Mrs. McAvoy. “You two want to stay for supper? I’ve got a big pot of rabbit stew on the stove.”

“It’ll be good, I promise. She’s done great cooking whatever I can find for us,” Mr. McAvoy added.

Gregory ignored the invitation. “How’s the hunting around here? You do good during the winter months?”

“Yeah, in the fall it’s the best—the animals are all fat and sassy from the summer. You can tell the bucks from the does, and you don’t have to worry about orphaning a young deer like you do now. There are plenty of rabbits and prairie chickens right now. You can find squirrels…”

“And the meadowlarks do fine, too, in a pinch,” piped in Mrs. McAvoy. “Now, what about supper?”

“We appreciate the offer, ma’am,” Frank spoke up. “But we’re just trying to find us our claims and be done with traveling. We’ve been traveling nearly six weeks now. It has been that long since we had a decent home-cooked meal, but we need to keep moving on today.”

They both remembered the last time they joined anyone for dinner. The McAvoys seemed harmless, but Frank and Gregory were both a bit shy about joining anyone else at this point.

“Yeah, we’re getting close to where we want to settle,” Gregory added. “We appreciate the offer and all, but we just want to keep moving.”

Mrs. McAvoy smiled, turned, and ran into the house with her load of laundry. Neither Frank nor Gregory knew if she was hurt because they declined the supper invitation or just needed to get back to her household chores.

“We understand that. Took us nearly six months to get here from New York, where we come from. We stayed with some relatives along the way, but the missus did appreciate it when we finally stopped here.”

“Well, we appreciate your hospitality and all your help. We should probably get going,” Frank said, glancing at Gregory.

“If you happen to end up around here, don’t be strangers. Just let us know where you’re at,” Mr. McAvoy replied.

“It’s a deal, sir,” Frank said and extended his hand.

Mr. McAvoy walked over and took it. After they were done, McAvoy stepped away from the wagon.

Gregory slapped the reins and yelled “giddyap,” and the horses sprang forward.

A frantic Mrs. McAvoy yelled from inside the house, “Wait!”

Frank grabbed Gregory’s arm to stop him. Gregory pulled back on the reins.

Mrs. McAvoy came out of the cabin with a small basket covered with flour sack cloth.

“This here isn’t much, but maybe it will allow you to rest once you stop for the night. I put two crocks of my stew in there and part of the bread I baked for our supper tonight. I don’t know why I did it, but something told me to make extra bread today.”

“We’re mighty obliged, ma’am. This will help. Now we don’t have to worry about hunting anything for our dinner. We’ll just warm this by the fire and be ready to go,” Gregory spoke up.

“Yes, ma’am. We are getting a bit worn out by this trip,” Frank said. He grinned at Gregory and said, “Hopefully, we’ll be finding our home soon.”

Both men tipped their hats once more, and Gregory got the horses going again.

Dove and Daisy lumbered along for the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening. Before they realized it, the wagon climbed a gentle, gradual grade. The early evening sun blinded them as they reached the crest of the ridge. At the top, Frank looked over his shoulder where the wagon had just been. There he saw the trail left by the wagon and horses in the prairie grass. To the west, a line of trees indicated a creek, river, or some sort of waterway. The sun drenched the entire landscape in its golden hue. He looked at Gregory, and they both knew this was their new home. They had arrived on the homestead.

“Welcome home, Frankie!” Gregory yelled at the top of his lungs.

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About Dean Pace-Frech

With inspiration from historical tourism sites, the love of reading, and a desire to write a novel, Dean started crafting his debut novel, A Place to Call Their Own, in 2008. After four years of writing and polishing the manuscript, it was accepted and originally published 2013. His second novel, Disappear With Me, set in Edwardian England was published later that same year. Both novels were re-released in May 2015.

Dean lives in Kansas City, Missouri with his husband, Thomas (legally as of February 14, 2015), and two cats. They are involved in their church and enjoy watching movies, outdoor activities in the warmer weather and spending time together with friends and family. In addition to writing, Dean’s hobbies include reading and patio gardening.

Dean is currently working a standalone title, Need Your Love, set in 1966, and The Higher Law, a continuation of the story of Frank and Gregory’s family set in the 1930s.