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Unpublished scene from Wild Women and the Blues

Damn, his black soul. The better choice would’ve been for him to walk away before he said something he regretted or she regretted hearing. But he’d already said enough to regret. He’d stomped all over that opportunity. Nothing left to do but get out. And she couldn’t believe he was actually walking away from her. She shouldn’t have expected it. But his running away surprised her. No matter how angry he’d been, there was no logic in him getting up and leaving without telling her something. Giving her some reason to rationalize why she still cared about him.

He snatched his overcoat off the barstool and stalked out of the saloon. He didn’t look back at Honoré. She’d turned away from him, and there was no point pursuing a conversation with a woman who hated the sight of him breathing. Though with good reason, but getting pissed about her reaction to finding him alive would be best cooked in another pot. He had other matters on his mind.

Outside, on the sidewalk in front of the cafe, his younger brother was standing in the exact same spot where he’d left him an hour ago. It appeared he hadn’t moved a limb. The only part of his body in motion was his Adam’s apple bobbing with fear. But he wasn’t backing down. His thin shoulders and narrow chest reminded Ezekiel of himself when he was a kid, and he would have laughed outright if he knew he had to if he didn’t understand. He’d been there. Except the man coming at him always held a leather belt.

Ezekiel’s brother reminded him of his father.