Title: Garrison Creek
Doc Jacobi Western Book Two
ISBN: 978-1-62420-170-7
Author: Henry P. Gravelle
Genre: Western
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 2
TAGLINE
Doc Jacobi comes in contact
with swindlers who have stolen a prize Stallion.
BLURB
In the second of the Doc
Jacobi series, his visit to the town of Garrison Creek brings the Doc and his
trusty Appaloosa Bell in contact with a man and woman; swindlers who have
stolen a prize Stallion.
EXCERPT
"I've
been feeling strange, Doc. Sometimes I wanna dance, sometimes I wanna
puke," Carrie Monroe said, her brown eyes nervously wide.
She
sat straight back, chin out and spoke clearly, yet a tinge of the unknown
rattled her tone. Her fingers tapped against one another as though
contemplating bad news of her ailment.
"Tired
a lot with headaches?" I asked.
She
nodded yes.
"Soreness
in your breast?" I wondered.
Embarrassingly,
she nodded yes again.
"How
long you felt this way?" I asked, going to the washbasin atop the side
table.
"I
dunno," she lowered her head, "little while now."
"You're
what, eighteen, nineteen?" I said.
"Sixteen,"
she raised her head quickly with an expression of horror at my error. She
stood, covered her short auburn hair with a ragged felt hat, and went to the
door of my office.
As
I rinsed my hands, I studied her general appearance remembering her as a tot,
delivering her brother, Bob, a few years earlier. Generally, I went by
appearances rather than time when it came to age, so I had to look her over
again. The tan shirt and dark trousers of a ranch hand covered her petite form
'nough that I could've taken her for Bob.
"Sorry,"
I grinned.
"Not
your fault, doc," she sighed, "Poppa got us working day and night,
kinda takes a toll on appearances."
"That
it does, but you're gonna have 'ta speak with your poppa. I can't have you
doing man's work for long."
She
stood defiantly, "I can do anything a man ca—"
"You're
pregnant," I interrupted, with a smile.
Carrie
made her way back to the chair and sat, the big browns ogling the floor,
"You sure…?"
"I
may be just an old war surgeon," I said drying my hands on a towel,
"but I still know plenty 'bout human biology."
"How?"
she whispered.
"You're
a young'n but I reckon you already know'd how. Got a last name for the
child?"
Carrie's
eyes welled. A tear fell across her cheeks. "Not sure, he's been scared
away by—"
"Your
poppa," I filled in her sentence.
She
nodded.
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