Sampler: Silver’s Redemption by Patty Wiseman
November 17, 2020
What had she worked for all these years? How did she arrive at this point in her life, alone and replaced by a younger woman?
Silver Fellowes didn’t see it coming. At fifty-six years old, she is a high paid professional PR executive for a prominent company. Or at least, she was. Unexpectedly, she is fired and replaced by a tall blonde bombshell.
In a blur, she leaves the office with a few of her belongings and heads home. Her pent-house style apartment has served as a refuge for over ten years.
Silver is a strong, independent woman, but now, becomes a lost, little girl completely alone.
She cries into the night, totally immersed in self-pity.
All emotion leaves her. Now, she must depend on her practical side. She decides to leave and head to her father’s West Texas ranch. A far cry from city life, but she needs a complete change. Cut off from society and it’s pettiness. A new world.
The ranch is nestled in the foothills twenty miles from Diamond Gulch. It is broken down, neglected, and the answer to her prayers. She bought a mule named Joey. They traversed the desert to Diamond Gulch once a month for supplies. She met a few people. Rosalee, owner of the hotel, Smokes, the stableman, and Foley, the sheriff.
Sheriff Foley sees her enter the town with Joey and decides to get Smokes, the stable hand to do his dirty work. He told him to warn Rosalee to keep Silver away from Lily, his girlfriend. He didn’t want the two to meet. He has plans for Silver.
Smokes and Rosalee are a thing. Sort of. He hadn’t worked up the courage to ask her out. Foley told him to use that as an excuse to warn Rosalee. When he walked toward the hotel, he saw Ash Ericcson enter in front of him.
Gulch Inn Hotel stood in the middle of town, and Rosalee, the hotel manager became a trusted friend. Rosalee always tries to find Silver a man. She resists.
While they enjoyed a traditional shot of whiskey, a man bounded through the front door. Ash Ericcson, hand at the local hardware store, handsome, with a shock of rusty-colored hair, blue eyes, and an appealing muscular build.
Rosalee introduced them. Her purpose was to push the two together.
There was something about him. Good-looking, confident. A small spark burned, but she resists again.
What happens to a woman whose value was demeaned and chooses isolation instead of socialization? Silver is a woman fighting age-related demons and who doesn’t trust her own ability.
Ash Ericcson finds Silver attractive. Her silver hair suits her name, green eyes and tanned skin make her a vision to behold. Ash has his share of admirers, even Foley’s girlfriend, Lily, but Silver is different. No one knows he is an undercover Texas Ranger.
When Ash finds out Foley wants Silver’s mine, he springs into action to hatch a plan to catch him. He draws Silver in to get close to her, a grave mistake.
Ash stays with Silver at the ranch. Love blossoms for the first time and in a real way for Silver. She envisions a future with him.
Together, they work to set a trap for Foley, but before they can close the noose, Silver is kidnapped.
Ash comes to her rescue, along with Smokes and Rosalee, but as the plan is executed Ash’s real identity is uncovered.
Rescued, Silver is grateful but feels betrayed that Ash didn’t confide in her and pushes him away.
Rosalee suggests Silver run for the mayor position.
Silver protests, but Rosalee presses her on the matter.
Silver rediscovers her value, wins the mayor’s race, and becomes a strong force in Diamond Gulch.
This story is about an older woman, who faced with rejection because of age, finds her worth, regains her confidence, finds love, and brings older and younger women together for a common good.
Romance, mystery, and intrigue abound while addressing the difficulties of aging in this modern world.
Sampler: Silver’s Redemption
Two ragtag coyotes crouched beyond the sun-bleached wooden fence waiting, ears tilted forward, wary, hungry, poised to take advantage.
Georgiana Fellowes, or Silver as her friends call her, fired a bolt-action rifle into the air to scare the mangy creatures off. The crack of the shot echoed for miles.
“Not this time fellas. Besides, you wouldn’t want Joey to get a hold of you,” she hollered after the fleeing critters. She turned back to the mule. “Time to lock you in for the night, ole friend. Those boys must be awful hungry if they’ve come to prey on you.”
She slid from the jagged boulder just in front of the dilapidated cabin deep in the West Texas Mountains. After watching the night sky emerge from the fading light as it did every evening, the sun gave up its abundance of vibrant colors in a final showdown of the most beautiful sunsets in the world, as if to say, ‘top that’!
She usually loved this dusky interim between day and night. For all its beauty and vainglorious efforts, the blue skies of Texas didn’t compare with the unpretentious arrival of what is, for lack of a better word, the universe. In the most glorious sunset, the most beautiful blue skies, and the fluffy drifting of a white cloud, you only see as far as the blueness. But, when the night sky makes its graceful entrance, another dimension reveals itself.
Tonight, however, nothing moved her. The mountains didn’t erase the scenes embedded in her mind. The nightly vigil wore thin as she led Joey to the small weather-beaten barn and secured the rusty lock on the door. The barn needs paint. The door needs new hinges. After years of neglect a mountain of work faced her.
She was weary. Tired of the isolation, rationing food, and probably worst of all, the lack of companionship. More than once she kicked herself for making such a knee-jerk decision to give up and come to West Texas to find an abandoned silver mine on the land her father left her. The most discouraging part was, she hadn’t even found it yet. Days of bouncing along in the battered old jeep she procured in town left her discouraged. He didn’t leave her a map. Only something scribbled on a piece of paper that suggested the location. To the left of the camel rock. A rock shaped like a camel? What did it mean? Am I really such a failure, even at finding the mine?
The humiliation she suffered back East took a toll on an otherwise strong constitution. For a while, she pretended the age-related rebuff didn’t happen. Until she couldn’t anymore.
Fifty-six years old and they tell me I no longer fit the company image. All the while my replacement simpers beside Steve Walker with her flowing blonde hair, forty-two-inch implants, red stilettos, and a snarky smile on her unwrinkled face. So much for loyalty from my boss.
Silver packed up her office belongings that day and went home. Alone in the pent-house style apartment she purchased ten years ago, the carefully chosen décor did nothing to lift her spirits. If anything, it depressed her even more. Stainless steel kitchen, white cabinets, a hint of red in the flowers and hand towels. The living room was all white. Rugs, desk, sofa. What was she thinking? No personality. All of it suddenly meant nothing considering what she endured on her last day at that office. What had she worked for all these years? How did she arrive at this point in her life, alone and replaced by a younger woman?
Darkness fell, but she didn’t turn on the lights, instead, hid under a white blanket on the alabaster sofa.
As the sun came up, she took a long look in the mirror and studied the reflection. Short-cropped silver hair, thus the nickname, fine laugh lines around eyes the color of maple sugar, straight white teeth.
And suddenly, she knew what to do.
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