Jack and The Fountain of Youth — Installment 21

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Jack Cover with border small canvas

by HL Carpenter
ISBN: 978-0-9884095-1-4
Ebook ISBN: 978-0-9884095-0-7
Copyright (c) 2012 by Top Drawer Ink Corp.


Continued from Installment 20


He glanced at her, wondering if she suspected the same thing, when a metallic rattle caught his attention. An old pickup bounced around the corner and bumped to a stop behind the police cruiser.

A small, thin man with a shock of uncombed black hair lurched out of the cab and snarled, “Get over here, boy!”

Without a word, Tenspot darted toward him. Jack started forward, but Sheriff Garrison put a hand on his arm and shook her head.

Tenspot climbed in the passenger’s seat and sat staring straight ahead. Ignoring Jack, Nessa and Sheriff Garrison, the older man snatched the bike Jack had left lying in the clearing and tossed it into the back of the truck. He paused with his hand on the door, and glared at them before sliding behind the wheel. He wrestled the truck through a three-point turn and sped away, dirt spurting from under the tires.

Jack said, “Was that his father?”

Nessa nodded. “In his usual foul mood.”

“Poor kid.” Jack looked down the drive. “I’d like to set his old man straight.”

Sheriff Garrison said, “Tenner’s so unfriendly these days it’s hard to believe he used to be a successful businessman, and well-liked around Everyoung. I’ve never seen any indication he’s mean to Tenspot, but he doesn’t like strangers, and he keeps to himself. You wouldn’t want to cross him.”

“Sure I would,” Jack muttered. “I hate bullies, and especially bullies who pick on kids.”

“Tenspot deserves better,” Nessa said. “He’s a good kid.”

“He’s smart, too,” the sheriff added. “Sometimes almost too smart.”

“I noticed that, too,” Jack said. “For instance, how do you suppose he knew my name?”

Nessa shrugged. “He lives right down the road. You have to pass their house to get here. He probably saw you ride in on your bike, and asked Mrs. Kuhn about you.”

“Not much gets past him.” Sheriff Garrison pointed over the hood of her car as Harey bounded into the yard. “Look who’s back.”

The rabbit darted to Nessa, and she swept him into her arms, laughing. “Harey! What have you been up to?”


***** ABOUT THE AUTHOR *****

HL Carpenter is the pen name of a Florida-based mother/daughter duo who writes from their home in Carpenter Country, a magical place that, like their stories, is unreal but not untrue. When they’re not writing, the Carpenters enjoy exploring the Land of What-If and practicing the fine art of Curiosity.

Also by HL Carpenter:

The SkyHorse.Fourteen year old Tovi thinks finding a flying horse is fabulous luck–until a mysterious stranger says finders aren’t always keepers.

The Demise of Fyne Literature. Who killed Fyne Literature? The Fictional Book Investigation Agency is on the case—and the lead investigator is closer to the culprit than he realizes.

Dream Stealer. Is stealing a dream better than losing your own?

Walled In. When her father is accused of fraud, seventeen year old Vandy Spencer discovers her entire life has been built on a heart-shattering deception.

Taxing Pecksniffery. Flying frizzles! The year is 2176, a rebellion is brewing, and the boss wants a recon report. Ichann Count is all wet as a spy, but she plunges into the fray. Will she emerge with her memory banks intact?


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