I enjoy living in a small town. I like the slow pace and the attachments you make to people and places. They become yours. Your street, your block, your friends. You feel very protective over it, to the point, that you almost resist change.
Life in Rebel's Crossroads is the same way. Everything seems to fall into a predicted pattern. Sometimes people's actions reveal the character beneath as you'll see in this snippet from the release in my first novel in Rebel's Crossroads, Playing With Fire.
"Evening, Mr. Burns." Mitzi came under Sully's gaze and she smiled at the man in the cab. "Mitzi Stancil, I want you to meet Phillip Burns and his wife, Lisa."
She bent her head and acknowledged the woman sitting beside the driver. "Evening."
"Mr. Burns is the local lawyer." Sully explained.
"Ah" Mitzi nodded.
"Mitzi Stancil," he murmured, his face contorting for a second. "Say, are you the young lady whose little adventure in cooking made our Sully a hero?"
Mitzi glanced to her right and saw the warmth in Sully's eyes. "Yes, I guess you could say so," she agreed.
"Don't fret. It was all good." He grinned broadly. "The publicity is great for Rebel's Crossroads. You know, I'm in a mind to push the new mayor to give you some sort of recognition for bravery at the next city council meeting. What do you think of that, son?"
Mitzi watched Sully grow uncomfortable thinking of all the attention. The shade of red that crawled up his neck nearly matched the color of his hair.
"I tell you what, sir. Why don't you pressure the city council to restore the funding for the portable defibrillator?"
Phillip Burns thought for a moment, "Those things are pretty expensive. A plaque would cost less?"
"Yes, but think of it this way, sir, you can't put a price on human life. A defibrillator would save countless lives," Sully countered.
A glance passed between the two that Mitzi couldn't read. A serious look came over the former mayor's features. "Is that what you want, son?"
Sully looked back with a quiet determination Mitzi couldn't help but admire. "Yeah, it's what I'd like to see. One of those machines might have saved my father. It's a bit too late for him."
Mitzi's eyes filled with tears and her heart swelled for the young man sitting next to her that would forego his fifteen minutes of fame to think of others. Instinctively, she reached out and placed her hand over his, lending her support.
"I'll see what I can do to bring it before council."
"Thanks, Mr. Burns," he nodded. "I appreciate it.
If you'd like to read more about Mitzi Stancil and Sully's courtship, check out Playing With Fire at Smashwords, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble.
Smashwords - http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/530712
Amazon - http://amzn.to/1C8ScM7
Barnes and Noble - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/playing-with-fire-nan-oberry/1121638333?ean=9781511476409