The McClane Apocalypse: Book One - Plot & Excerpts
It’s so peaceful and quiet. Just the huff, huff of the horse’s breath as it picks its way along the trails and up hills is calming. The birds chirp high in their tree homes while taking care of their families. The weather is good, warm, and the light rain that came yesterday has softened the trail dirt under their horses’ hooves. Reagan rides ahead of him, of course, even though he knows the trails now as well as her. She always has to be first, even if it’s just first to the dinner table at night. As long as she beats him, it seems to be all that matters to her. Even if she pushes herself to the brink of almost passing out finishing her evening duties in the horse barn, and racing to the house; as long as she’s there before John she’s happy, or her version of righteous happiness. Little does she know, he doesn’t mind the view always coming in second. And he doesn’t mind the view today, either. She’s wearing cut off jean shorts, which she has apparently cut herself because the hem is crooked, threads hang down.
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