Mistletoe Mayhem: Clean Historical Western Cowboy Romance Novel (Dawson Chronicles Book 1) by Linda Bridey Read Free Book Online Page B

keep them neat when you’re sitting in a trench that’s a quarter of the way filled with water.
                  We had a good day yesterday.  We were able to push those Germans back a good bit and our rations finally came, along with that wasna you sent from our Lakota gang.  Tell them philámayayapi for me and from my trench mate, Art.  He isn’t supposed to be with our infantry since he’s colored, but he got separated from his.  He saved my life and I told my sergeant that he was staying with me and that he could kiss my ass if he didn’t like it.
                  It’s ridiculous for him and his buddies not to be with the rest of us since they fight just as hard as we do.  I told Art to look me up when all of this is over and we’d give him a job.  It’s the least I can do for him for keeping me alive. 
                  The boys here nicknamed me Slingshot because I can sometimes kill small game, which helps out when rations are slow in coming.  My slingshot is silent and won’t give away our position.  We roast whatever I kill over a small fire real quick and then put it out as soon as it’s cooked.  I’ve also distracted some Germans with it until someone can shoot them and it saves on my ammo, too.  Rocks are a lot more plentiful than bullets sometimes.
                  I’m grateful to our Lakotas for teaching me all of this stuff.  It’s come in really handy.  Boot camp was much easier for me than a lot of the guys because of all my conditioning and fight training.  That and the strategy they taught me helped me get that promotion to corporal so quickly.  Speaking of which (who does that sound like?), I’m being considered for a promotion to sergeant depending on how my unit performs the next couple of months.
                  I’ve got a good group of guys under me and we get along for the most part.  Mama and Daddy, I just do with them what you’ve both taught all of us since we were little: just meet them where they’re at and go from there.  I’ve made a point of getting to know them and show them that they’re not just some soldier to me.  If we’re gonna all stay alive, we have to work together and watch out for each other.
                  You’ll never guess who I ran into last week.  One of our very brave braves, one of Reckless and Brook’s boys, Bear.  He looks strange with his hair so short.  He’s doing well and says hello to everyone.  We didn’t have much time to talk because his infantry was on the move, but it was good to see someone from home.
                  Well, I’m closing for now, but as always, just in case something happens to me, know that I love everyone with all my heart and you’re all always in my thoughts and prayers.
     
    Love always,
     
    Kyle 
     
                  Joe sighed as he finished the letter and folded it up.  Looking at Lacey, he saw tears trickling from her eyes as she wrote an immediate response to Kyle.  He didn’t try to comfort her because he knew that she wouldn’t want to be interrupted and lose her train of thought.
                  “I’ll be right back,” he told her.
                  She nodded, but kept on writing.  Joe threw on a robe and took the letter with him, intending to give it to Joey, whose room was at the very end of the hall as far away from the nursery as possible.  He’d just raised his hand to knock on the door when he heard Joey’s laugh accompanied by a feminine giggle.  He lowered his hand and leaned a little closer to the door.  Other sounds followed that he recognized well, shocking him.
                  This sort of situation had never occurred with any of their kids before and Joe didn’t know what to do.  He should probably interrupt, but he found that idea extremely distasteful and embarrassing even as anger ignited inside.  Quietly, he left, going out