Starting today, we’ll post excerpts from our upcoming month’s fiction titles on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, beginning with Rebecca Woods’ “Nathan of Silver Falls.”
Although it doesn’t hit the market for another two weeks, get a preview of the book right here, right now! This excerpt comes from the author’s favorite chapter.
“Nathan of Silver Falls” will be released on Dec. 11 and is available right now for pre-order on Amazon.com and BarnesAndNoble.com.
Hannah laughed. “There’s been a lot of talk about Davy’s tractor. Many farmers feel they can’t afford such an extravagance and I’m sure they are hoping Nathan will justify their old methods. The rivalry between horse and machine has been growing heartily here over the months.”
“I wonder if it isn’t more envy,” Grant observed.
Susie looked at him curiously. “I say you’re correct,” she ventured aloud, causing Grant to face her with a questioning look.
What was it about this girl that made him want to all-out stare? She was mystery at its essence! He struggled to gather his wits with as little pause as possible.
“You’ll be voting for your father in the tractor-pull then?” he asked in surprise.
Susannah turned back to the arena and raised her chin. “Never!” she declared.
Grant nearly broke into laughter at the sight. From what Hayden had mentioned previous to his visit, he thought he had judged her correctly – and he had. Given the persecution of her status in maidenhood, Susannah could hardly be blamed.
As the remaining teams and equipment were gradually leaving the field, David’s noisy, fume-spewing tractor burst through the gate at full throttle, scattering horses everywhere and audaciously trailing a comet-like stream of red, white and blue ribbons which gloriously fluttered and flowed in the wind behind him. While Nathan tied off Clementine and changed to a single tree, David twice drove his shiny, red wonder around the inner perimeter. Waving eagerly to the crowds, they just as enthusiastically returned his greeting with a mass of intermingled laughter, booing and cheers.
Finally, he pulled to the middle of the stadium, stood and then bowed, long and low, before taking a most exaggerated stance of supreme boredom while he waited for Nathan to return. For all intents and purposes, David Harrison could have played the fairground clown.
“So, that’s her father,” Grant concluded to himself. Somehow, David did not fit his tyrant expectations at all.
“Wow, that’s really bright,” Hannah laughed. “Did he repaint the tractor?”
Susannah could scarcely hold in her mirth. “No, Auntie Hannah; but he has washed and wax polished it to within an inch of its life! Mother said that she wouldn’t be surprised if he took up sleeping in the barn with it at night, should he win today.”
They all laughed at that, until their attention was drawn back to the arena due to a boisterous din of cheering which began when Nathan entered, trailing Clyde’s hauling gear as he ground-drove his horse to the vicinity of David’s machine. Many of the old-time farmers erupted in clapping and hollers of support at the sight, even as he brought Clyde around to the center and stepped to the rear of the tractor, to see to the hitching up.
“That a boy, Nathan! Show “˜em how it’s done, Clyde!” a farmer called out from behind them.
Eventually, the two competitors stood and publicly shook hands. While Nathan made a final check on his lines, David started up his machine and, finally, the judge lifted his gun to the air. When he did so, silence fell over all in the grandstands.
As the gunshot exploded into the sky, horse and machine flew into instant action!