Nate Boone Craft Young Novels & Stories

“I came up with some excuse, and we’ve got a few hours before he starts asking questions.” “Nate,” I said quickly, “I need you to plan something in the city. Wood-carving and herbal teas.” Nate scrunched his nose. “Wood-carving and…herbal teas?” “Yes.” He seemed disgusted, but didn’t question it any further. “On it.”

The scent of wet grass and mud mingled with budding flowers from the corner garden, and he breathed deep, listening to the patter of drops. After awhile, he grabbed the tin bucket where he'd put his supplies while the dog curled up at his feet. He'd managed to find good use for the boards he and Nakos had stripped from the fence. Instead of being destined to become firewood, the pine kept Nate's hands and mind busy, whittling a little at night after Olivia went to bed. He'd crafted two tiny figurines of Bones, several horseshoes, and a tree that resembled the cottonwood in her front yard. They weren't pretty, but he found it relaxing.

Nate had tanned skin, he’s six-two, with wide shoulders and his many muscles would bulge under his slightly too small t-shirt. He let his dark auburn hair grow long, just past his shoulders and often had it tied in a ponytail to keep it out of his face, which with his button nose, thin lips and dark green round eyes stood out among his peers. Nate had found his fated mate at the age of eighteen and had wasted no time in expanding his family with two daughters.

After drawing the designs, Brian would have to hire an artisan group to manufacture them before Jones Family's Annual Meeting. Therefore, Brian had been living in Nathan's house for the past few days. Johnathan sent some documents to Hilda pertaining her father, Adrian Sanchez. Nathan look through his father in law's document. They were mostly things scanned like diaries, photo albums, books, and such. Nathan stared at the pictures. In the photograph, Adrian appeared especially young, he must have been about 18 years old. He looked delicate and young, whereas a young man with a pretty face, who was about the same age and height, was standing beside him. The two men had their arms around each