Saturday, August 30, 2014

Ada Brownell Brings Something Unique to Journeys To Joy ~ Day Five ~



 Introducing Ada Brownell and something unique to the Journeys To Joy Followers ~

Ada Brownell has chosen to do something a bit different for our week with her. She's brought along the characters from her latest release. 

Come along with me and meet these amazingly developed individuals who make up Ada's novel.  

Post One ~Day Five

MEET STU AND THE JUDGE
From The Lady Fugitive
By Ada Brownell

Profile--Uncle Danforth Schuster—The Judge
The judge is a pompous dome-bellied brute who no longer deserves to be called “Your honor.” The man’s honor chipped away when he began drinking, gambling, rewarding crooks while showing the innocent no mercy. He used a whip on horses and Jenny’s brother, John, and controls every area of Jenny’s life. He’s decided to take a razor strap to her for talking to some young men after one of her performances at the Opera House in Peachville. That likely would make her submissive to him while his wife made a trip to Denver.
The judge knew when Jenny’s father changed his will a few days before dying in a nearby tuberculosis sanitarium that his luck turned. After losing his beautiful home one night in a drunken gambling frenzy, the judge now would have acres of productive peach orchards in addition to a horse ranch and a fully-furnished gorgeous home. Only thing, he needed to keep his brother-in-law's kids around until they were 21, and John already ran off.


MEET THE YOUNG ORPHAN IN The lady Fugitive
Stuart Ripley
(Summary and excerpt)
The urchin who lurked around the stables the previous night had his grimy face against the window, a hand on each side, peeking at William as he dug into his pancakes. Will shoved his chair back with a loud scrape, went to the door, and wiggled his finger at the child. “Come in.”
Shyly the boy, who William estimated to be around age twelve, brought his skinny dirty body toward him.
 “Blanche! You have any more pancakes and bacon back there?”
(Later, Stuart tells William how his parents died of cholera.)
***
Jenny gripped Stuart’s hand. She smiled at the boy. “Have you seen a calf born?”
“Nope, but I’m ready to.” Excitement pulsed from his dirty face.
“I saw one born not too long ago, and the farmer had to help the cow.”
“Wow.”
Maude, the cow named by Valerie, lay on the straw, a low moo flowing from her huge mouth. She was pushing already.
A water sack appeared under Maude’s tail, then broke and fluid squirted. A foot and the calf’s nose followed.
A moo-groan burst from Maude.
Stuart tugged on Jenny’s sleeve, his little face pinched. “She’s sufferin’.”
Jenny patted his head. “I imagine. But it will be over with soon, and we’ll have a happy cow.”
Sure enough, soon the head was out, and then the calf landed behind Maude into the straw.
“Is he dead?”
Maude turned and swiped her baby with her long, wet tongue. The little one shook his head, wobbled, and looked at Mama. The cow licked the calf all over as the tiny critter wiggled about.
Stuart gasped. “He’s alive.”
“Yes.” Jenny laughed. “It’s amazing to me that old girl is giving her baby a bath with the same tongue she picks her nose with.”
“Eeeeeeuuuuu. I think I’m going to vomit.”
“Naw.” Jenny rubbed his hair and dust flew. You’ll be fine. But you can take a hint here. If a Mama cow thinks her baby needs a bath, then I think it might be a good idea for me to suggest one for you.”
“But I don’t have any clean clothes.”
“As soon as we know Maude and the calf are okay, we’re going to town.

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Friday, August 29, 2014

Ada Brownell Brings Something Unique to Journeys To Joy ~ Day Four ~



 Introducing Ada Brownell and something unique to the Journeys To Joy Followers ~

Ada Brownell has chosen to do something a bit different for our week with her. She's brought along the characters from her latest release. 

Come along with me and meet these amazingly developed individuals who make up Ada's novel.  

Post One ~ Day Four  

Old “Grouch” Anderson 

from The Lady Fugitive

 
Character sketches from The Lady Fugitive

“I wouldn’t be surprised if Old Grouch was responsible for the fire. There was gasoline all over the wood. Christian went outside and got several logs and threw them into the fireplace. A big fireball exploded and caught him on fire. He rolled on our rug, and it was set ablaze, along with our settee, cradle, and curtains. I threw water on him, but it was too late.”
Jenny shook her head, clutched her heart, and mouthed, “So sorry.”
“We had no use for gasoline, but Old Grouch Anderson bought a car from Henry Ford so he uses it. I’ve never seen a meaner man than Grouch Anderson. You’d better look out for him. He’s one reason I don’t want to ever come back here.”
***
“Whatcha doing there, girl?”
Jenny lost her balance. She grabbed for a big rock nearby and almost lost the undergarments she planned to wash next.
When she recovered, she stood, knees shaking, the skirt of Valerie’s dress tied between her legs. The wet clothing dripped down her arms. The man, white bushy hair and beard competing for space on his small head, looked wild. His cheek puffed out, obviously full of chewing tobacco.
How had he come in without her hearing him? Had he seen the wanted posters? How would she explain wearing a dress after masquerading as a man? Well, it was none of this old codger’s business.
“My brother needed laundry done. You’d think he could wash his own clothes.”
She spread the garments one at a time, except for the underwear, which she stuck into a sleeve, and hung them over her left arm. She extended her right hand. “My name’s Jennifer. Who are you?”
“Name’s Anderson. Know what Mrs. MacDougal is going to do wid the proppity?” He spat tobacco juice toward a milkweed.
Grouch Anderson. Just as Jenny suspected. “She went to Boston with her father to have her baby. My twin brother is helping to care for the place.”
“She know what caused the fire to flame up like ’at?”                                                      
“You’ll have to ask her. If you’ll excuse me, I need to put these things on the clothesline.”
Grouch trotted off and went straight to the barn. He picked up the new shovel and threw it on his wagon.
“Excuse me, sir, but that’s not your shovel.”
Grouch’s face turned red, but he put the shovel in his wagon and kept looking things over.
Jenny flipped her clothes over the line and ran for the cellar, opening the goat pen gate as she passed. She flew down the steps and loaded her new shotgun.
When she caught sight of Grouch, he had his hands full of tools. She had her mouth open, ready to threaten his life with the full volume of her returned voice. But the goat interrupted, giving the old man a triumphant greeting. Rocky took off like a bull in a fighting arena. His horns connected dead on. Grouch flew through the air and landed in a mud puddle. The tools from his arms went the other way, clanking one at a time as they hit the ground.
Grouch choked and appeared to gag. After he caught his breath, his eyes narrowed. “Awk! Look at me. That hurt. That’s one mean goat. Give me your shotgun, and I’ll fix ’im for ye.”
She lifted the shotgun. The goat had a look of triumph as he stared at the old man. “No, I’m getting so I like Rocky. If I were you, I’d get in my wagon while I could still walk.”

Tune in tomorrow for the next introduction. . . 


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