Dan Brawner
Stories (53/0)
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 35
Marshall glanced up and saw Parker some 100 feet away, about halfway between the car and the school building. He was still holding the newspaper in his hand and had taken a few steps toward the sergeant, reading as he walked, when he felt a sudden jerk of the ground under him. It caused him to stumble sideways.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 30
Tuesday, March 16 Sally Lawrence had a way about her. Young or old, people trusted her. That was how she got in the school to get Gerald Borden. It was also how she got the names of the Bentwood children who went to the Fortner Crossing School.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 31
Wednesday, March 17 After spending the night in Beaumont as planned, Marshall and Parker were up and on the road by 9 a.m. heading west toward Houston. The Sergeant was delivering recruiting material to the office there as he worked his way toward Dallas.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 29
It turned out that Gerald was as good as his word…..this time. Lampkin came back Sunday night with a couple of ham sandwiches and tea his wife had made and let Gerald wolf these down before he began to grill him. And grill him he did.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 28
It had been almost a week since anyone had seen Marshall and Edna was on the verge of crying again. Since James’ death and Marshall’s disappearance, it seemed like that was all she wanted to do. Most of the time, though, she didn’t succumb to the urge. Carl tried to put up a strong front for her and the rest of the family, but she knew that he was hurting just as much as she was.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 27
Monday, March 15 The people of New London, Texas were proud of their new High School. It was quite simply, the biggest and finest building in the area. Laid out in the form of an “E”, it was 253 feet long, fifty-six feet wide and three stories tall. The construction was of steel, brick and mortar, and was destined, as the contractor put it, to “still be standing a hundred years after we’re all dead.” Everything about it was as state-of-the-art as an oil rich town could make it.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 5
“Just let ‘er ring,” Amy Lampkin said. “If it’s important, they’ll call back.” “Naw,” Homer, her husband, answered as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and touched the frigid wooden floor with his bare feet. “I get paid to answer it on the first ring and besides, June’ll just keep ringing that thing anyway.”
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 4
After the warmth of the building, the cold of the March weather bit at him as he walked through the back door onto the low outer porch. Marshall stepped onto the wooden walk that led straight to the small “one-seater” some fifty feet behind the main building.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Fiction
The Ridge: The Whisper of the Leaves - Chap. 3
More than anything else, Wynne, Arkansas had the railroads to thank for its relative prosperity. With a population of three thousand, it was the largest city in the county as well as the county seat. Two other cities had vied for Wynne’s prominence, but had failed. Wittsburg, seven miles to the southeast and Vanndale, five miles to the north, had preceded Wynne as the centers of county government. But while both towns still existed, neither one had had what was necessary to attract eastern money men. Wynne did.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Fiction