It’s time for Tuesday Tales!
Today we have an excerpt from Twilight’s Touch, the second book in my contemporary gay western trilogy, Prairie Smoke Ranch.
Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
“Hey,” he tentatively said. “I made coffee.”
Since I wasn’t sure if I were speaking to him yet or not I made a sound followed by the simple statement, “Smells burnt” which it really didn’t but I was in a mood. The fractured sleep and nightmares hadn’t helped my temper. If anything it had made it worse. I sat up and noticed that my wet clothes from last night had been hung over the backs of the chairs to dry. The course sheet puddled on my lap as my head skimmed the soggy ceiling.
The tension in his jaw deepened. “I didn’t know how much to use or even what to do so yeah it’s kind of like drinking turpentine.” Oh, I see how he was playing it. Disparaging remarks aimed at himself to make me want to make him feel better. Well fuck that. He needed to feel bad. I suspected he rarely felt guilt over his actions. I’d never seen any sign of remorse when he bragged about his misadventures. Hoping the dig had went deeper I slid to the floor, my bare backside on display. He watched me with hesitant intention, like a stray cat who had wandered into the dog pound by mistake. “Look, about last night—”
I held up a hand. The cabin was quiet save for the incessant buzzing of a hairy blowfly at the lone window. I stalked over the window and smashed the annoying insect with my hand. Then I gathered up my now dry clothes, pulled them on, shoved my feet into my boots, and slammed my hat on my head. Throughout all of this Will sat there, cup of coffee in hand, mouth parted and eyes pasted to me, never uttering a word.
“We have work to do,” I told him then stalked out of the cabin, throwing the door open. The hinges groaned and the birds in the nearby trees quieted.