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So how does this all fit in? Well, I've decided my word for the coming year is Dreamer. The words to the song just keep rolling around in my head. The first line: 'What will they read on your headstone when you're gone?" As I stirred these words in my mind, I realized we all are dreamers. The stories we tell are those of people who have and are following their dreams, even if they think they can't achieve them. What will they write on our and our characters headstones?
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In my story, 'Duty' in "Hot Western Nights" is about Dan and Miranda, two people who have dreams that they believe they will never realize, so they keep them buried. When they meet, the dreams start to come to life, but will they find fruition? Below is a short excerpt:
Miranda Foster climbed the hill overlooking the
ranch her stepfather left her to run for his heirs. Clouds flew
across the sky. Standing on the hilltop, she watched a storm
building, its track headed toward the ranch house. She didn't
begrudge her duty, but by the time her step-brother Byron was old
enough to take over, she'd be an old maid.
No one knew she wasn't the owner. It was her
step-father's way of keeping the ranch safe. She remembered their
conversation. "I know I'm asking a lot of you, but you'll be
taken care of."
Miranda thought back on that conversation as
she caught movement near the leading edge of the storm. Watching, she
saw five specks detach and draw closer. The wind was pushing her back
the way she'd come, trying to guide her to safety.
Miranda would not be moved. "You may
threaten, cajole, or do me harm, but I will not be swayed from my
duty," Miranda sent back to the wind as she waited for the
oncoming riders, shotgun in hand. She never left the ranch house
without it since the coming of Tate Browning. She stood, a calm
determination not to give in.
"A woman can't hold such a place as this,"
the old man said as he rode up, almost on top of Miranda.
Miranda stood her ground, looking each of the
men in the eye. "I've been charged with keeping this land safe,
to never sell for any reason. Tell Tate Browning, it's a duty I shall
discharge to the best of my ability."
The man glared back, looking for a way to
pierce Miranda's armor. The wind whipped by the men and Miranda.
Thunder sounded in the distance.
Miranda stood firm as the wind spent its fury.
The old man growled, his anger a living thing, pressing on her as was
the wind.
So what dreams did you have or have now? I encourage you to Follow them!
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And for those who are wondering what song would affect me so strongly, here is the song/video link. Dreamer
Doris Gardner-McCraw
Author, Speaker, Historian-specializing in
Colorado and Women's History
Angela Raines - author: Where Love & History Meet
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