Here’s the skinny. Choose six sentences from your work in progress. Link back here. Come play along!
Here’s my entry from my the current Space Western I’m working on.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. He half wished she’d been upset with him for bringing her out into a wild place like this, not dancing under the starlight like some nymph or sprite. She’d let out a whoop and he’d near jumped out of his skin, thinking she’d run into a stand of tangleweed or a shellback had stung her. Worse, that the Shining Cats had come out of their holes a few hours early and come after her. A city dweller wouldn’t have lasted long against one of them without being prepared. He’d been up the hill before Winston could even grab his rifle.