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The Kind Cloud Farm Rebellion(Day 6)
a novel (a page a day for as long as it takes)
Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5
*This was the very first novel I wrote. I started it in 1999 and finished the first draft in 2003. After several years of failed attempts to shop it around to literary agents and publisher I finally gave up. I still think it is a good first novel, so I’ve decided to share it here on Medium. Enjoy!
Chapter 2 (page 6)
Yuma sat on the rotting front porch of his single wide trailer. A damp breeze had broken loose from the swirling Pacific currents and fought its way inland into Trajico Bay. It climbed the steep two-hundred foot embankment through the tangle of pine trees and brush that sheltered Yuma’s half-acre lot ruffling the patchwork of tall wild grass in what passed for his backyard.
He looked at his old Dodge Interceptor sitting in the front yard way past its glory days, but as sheriff of Trajico Bay he had to have a car and the Interceptor, while old and beat up, was all that the county provided to him with and so far it had done its job.
He sat on his porch wearing a worn black Stetson on his head to ward off the sun. His red flannel shirt was unbuttoned and his sheriff’s star was loosely pinned just under his right pocket. His blue jeans were faded nearly too white…
