Here's a little snippet from my next book where Ben first encounters the new god in the mix. I chuckled to myself a bit as I wrote it, I hope that makes it entertaining. Ben is definitely a different sort of hero, that I think most men can relate to and even he can get on the wrong side of his women occasionally. Enjoy!
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Ben wiped the sweat from his eyes and swung the posthole digger down into the hole yet again and felt the bone-jarring ‘whack’ travel all the way up his arms as the blades smacked into still another fist-sized rock.
“Goddamnit!” he said out loud for at least the hundredth time that morning.
Why did there have to be a pile of underground rocks pretty much everywhere he had to dig a posthole for the new fence? It must be a law of nature he grumbled. The Nexus ranch had plenty of operating capital and he could have hired one of the crews to do this work for him. But he would’ve felt guilty about having them do something he could easily do himself and besides Kelly had pretty much run him out of the house, telling him to ‘go find a tool and do something with it’. This was accompanied by a look that gave him some idea about what she thought he could do with said tool. Hey- he couldn’t help it if he had no idea about weddings and was only trying to help with his suggestions.
Pretty much every female on the ranch was doing something to get ready for the wedding and pretty much every male had more sense then he did and was trying to stay the hell out of the way. So he had finally decided to get with the program. Now though he was wishing the tool he picked up was a fly rod instead of a posthole digger.
Suddenly he felt the weight of eyes on his back and whirled about abruptly, simultaneously stepping into the hole he had been digging. His arms pinwheeled briefly as he fell backward and ended up on his ass in the dirt.
“Osiyo” said an old cowboy leaning on the fence next to the road. ”Sorry about that. Dinnit mean to startle you.”
"Osiyo, uncle- where the heck did you come from?” replied Ben sheepishly.
“Old Bertha got me here all the way from Idaho. She’s old but she’s still runs good!” the old cowboy said with a sly grin gesturing behind him to an immaculate turquoise and cream ‘57 short bed Chevy pickup.
“No, sorry, I mean how did you…” started Ben.
“Oh she can be pret quiet when she wants to play a trick,” said the old guy with a grin.
“Uh yeah, I guess, how can I help you Mr….?”
‘You can call me IC, if you like. Well, I’m here because I heard tell of a great warrior from around here…”
“Well I wouldn’t go that…”
“...And you obviously aren’t he,” said the old guy gesturing to where Ben sat in the loose dirt. “So I was hoping you could point me in the right direction. I’d really like to meet ‘im.”