The concluding book of the Seed Savers series, Seed Savers-Unbroken, takes place during the week leading up to the Fourth of July. In this future USA, the government is on edge about protests happening nationwide and has issued a ban on Independence Day parades, which only incites the people more. Here is an excerpt from chapter 64, Fireworks.
The weather was already warm for morning. Too warm for all these people.
Clare heard yelling and a commotion. She looked toward the noise. Above the crowd, aloft on horses, men in black, wearing helmets and dark glasses and carrying clubs, rode through the crowd. “Break it up! Go back home,” they shouted. “The parade has been canceled.”
“We’re not a parade!” someone in the crowd fired back.
Clare scanned the sea of faces and the signs ricocheting up and down. Wait.
She moved her gaze back: Arturo and Trevor. They were heading toward the courthouse from another direction. She tried to lift her hand to wave, but it was no use, even if she could get her hand above her head— which she couldn’t. The men were focused only on the courthouse.
Clare began pushing harder through the crowd. No one cared. They were all one pulsating body. As the sun rose higher in the sky—throbbing and scorching—the crowd, too, heated up. More yelling, more black-clad men on horses and on foot.
Clare couldn’t watch the men in riot gear. She had to keep her eyes on Arturo. It dawned on her that Trevor and Arturo thought she was long gone. They would never see her; she had to get to them. Just then the communicator vibrated in her pocket. Jason!
Torn from every direction—the crowd, the police, Arturo, Jason—Clare struggled to an edge of the mob where the sidewalk ran up against the buildings. She leaned against a corner building and reached into her pocket, her eyes never leaving the changing scene in front of her. She thought for a moment that she heard music playing.
Clare gasped. The crowd filling the street between Arturo and Trevor and the courthouse parted, and down it strode marchers donning both Guy Fawkes and skeleton masks. They carried guns.
Loud laughter from the side street pulled Clare’s attention from the protesters. Her eyes caught on a couple of teens hanging out a window in the building next to her. Dangling from one boy’s hand was the largest string of firecrackers she had ever seen. The teens were laughing and hooting.
“Happy Independence Day!” one of them crowed.
Clare’s eyes flitted to the scene unfolding in front of her. The police, hands on holsters, had formed a line facing the men in masks. Clare glanced back at the kid with the firecrackers. His other hand was cupped and his thumb pulled down sharply.
In that moment, Clare saw it all: The flame of the lighter flicking alive as the youth holds it to the fuse. She looks straight at him. Nooooo! But it is too late. The boys stare at her as she points to the lines of men with guns, just now coming into the boys’ view. The one holding the firecrackers turns, then looks back at her in horror. He drops the cake of explosives and disappears, but it is too late. The fuse is lit. As the fuse ignites the first row of firecrackers, they pop like popcorn in hot oil. Pop pop pop pop. Then, answering from out in the street: pop pop pop. Clare ducks instinctively, but not before she hears the screams and sees people fall. Not before she sees Arturo lurch forward, then disappear down into the mass of confusion.
Why not order Seed Savers-Unbroken today? There’s no rule that says you have to start at the beginning of a series. 🙂
Happy Independence Day!