Excerpt from The Fairness of Beasts by Gar LaSalle

Hello bookworms! I am so excited to share an excerpt from the upcoming novel The Fairness of Beasts by Gar LaSalle. This book releases on Tuesday, October 24 and is the third book in the Widow Walk series. I am in love with this cover and the book sounds even better!



The Fairness of Beasts by Gar LaSalle

Widow Walk Saga Book 3



February 15, 1861 Washington, District of Columbia

Sarah knew how they viewed her and her brother: “Lying bumpkins. “Yarn-spinners,” one of the other children had mocked. “Four steps behind in education and four miles behind in manners” she had heard been said by one of the older girls in the special school created for the children of congressmen and senators. But they weren’t tall yarns at all . . . about how a griz killed Marano Levy, bit through his head and jaw, it most certainly did, before he could get o another shot and then she had to help her mother and Jojo bury the poor man with his Spanish Bible in the frozen ground, – and how she had hit a drunk, naked Russian sea captain in the head with his own whiskey bottle when he was trying to mount her mother, – and how her step-father had been murdered and the Northerners took his head and showed it o , up and down the coast for weeks, and then her mother lost her baby, – and how she, because she was old enough while her mother was sick in a coma, had to help her Aunt Cory and Mrs. Crock- ett with the tiny fetus that would have been another brother if it had lived because she saw it was a boy before they buried him, – and how her brother Jacob, after he was kidnapped and then got rescued, had told her that he had bitten several of the Northerners who kidnapped him, – And how he thought the Devil, yes the Devil himself, had taken him, – and how the Northerners kept him tied up and beat him, and how Jacob thought he saw their father’s ghost when he was kept in the Northerner’s camp, and how he had started wet- ting his bed again and was setting res under their grandfather’s desk at his home up in Boston, because he dreamed the devils were coming back again, – and how she and Jacob and two other kids, little ones, had gotten lost in the Panama jungle during the train robbery when so many passengers had been murdered, and how they had been found by the Panama aborigines and were taken to their huts and kept, – and how the aborigines put tattoos on her and the other children’s faces and chests which kept the ies and mosquitoes away, and how the aborigines had decided to take them back to the railroad and just leave them at the side of the tracks, and how they never heard from their protector, Jojo again after that robbery, – and how the robber that had take their mother hostage down there had mailed her brother Jacob a huge diamond that had blood on it. And how their mother had a beau now and both she and Jacob thought he was what their mother needed, to pro- tect them maybe, even if their mother wasn’t so sure yet. They weren’t tall yarns. It was all true. But she and Jacob had to fight with the other children, especially the older ones in the school over and over again, every day it seemed, whenever they tried telling any of them about what had happened to them in the Pacific Northwest and down in Panama. She understood why they thought she was spinning yarns. She couldn’t prove any of it.
Her tattoos had faded away and the rest of the students at the Washington, DC school thought they were a lot smarter than her or Jacob because she and her brother didn’t read as well as they all did. Not yet, at least. She forgave them. She told Jacob he should do the same. Forgive them. Because their classmates were only children, after all. Children. No matter if they were the same age or even older than she was. No matter how the boys behaved, attractive brats that they were. It really didn’t matter at all because she was an old soul, after all, and there were more important things she had to worry about. There was a war going on now.

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