Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    The Shining Mountains 11: The Legend of Lauren Lane: The Shining Mountains, #11
    The Shining Mountains 11: The Legend of Lauren Lane: The Shining Mountains, #11
    The Shining Mountains 11: The Legend of Lauren Lane: The Shining Mountains, #11
    Ebook269 pages3 hours

    The Shining Mountains 11: The Legend of Lauren Lane: The Shining Mountains, #11

    By charles fisher

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    School teacher Lauren Lane arrives, and takes on the task of educating a pack of unbelievably badly behaved settlers' kids. The results aren't exactly what either of them planned on. Lots of humor, some violence, adult language

    LanguageEnglish
    Publishercharles fisher
    Release dateFeb 16, 2017
    ISBN9781386226611
    The Shining Mountains 11: The Legend of Lauren Lane: The Shining Mountains, #11

    Read more from Charles Fisher

    Related to The Shining Mountains 11

    Titles in the series (12)

    View More
    View More

    Related ebooks

    Western Fiction For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Christina

      Mar 23, 2021

      Christina
      6 min read

    • Article

      Break for FREEDOM

      Jan 12, 2021

      Break for FREEDOM
      6 min read

    • Article

      LOVE Is The Word

      Jan 3, 2023

      LOVE Is The Word
      6 min read

    • Article

      I Buried Her Wedding Dress

      Sep 17, 2020

      I Buried Her Wedding Dress
      2 min read

    • Article

      Wicked AUNTIE?

      Jan 5, 2022

      Wicked AUNTIE?
      3 min read

    • Article

      Righteous

      Jan 22, 2019

      Righteous
      8 min read

    • Article

      A tough LESSON

      Nov 22, 2023

      “Once a year, at about this time, Mr Dear attends an unofficial school reunion. Unofficial in this case means that they meet in a pub restaurant and get slightly drunk. About five years ago, there was a special dinner in honour of a history teacher c

      3 min read

    • Article

      A merry DANCE

      Jan 18, 2023

      I am in the doghouse, or I would be if we actually owned a doghouse. If our dog had to sleep in an actual kennel, he would call social services. He doesn’t even sleep in his basket any more, but on a small sofa in the kitchen. He has his favourite b

      3 min read

    • Article

      Just a Kiss

      Jun 4, 2020

      Just a Kiss
      6 min read

    • Article

      A hairy MOMENT

      Aug 5, 2020

      “My life, as regular readers will know, is nothing but glamour and adventure. So there I was staring into the window of a kitchenware shop and admiring a display of Tupperware boxes, when I heard somebody calling, ‘Rosie – is that you?’ The somebody

      3 min read

    • Article

      Getting STEAMY

      May 4, 2022

      Getting STEAMY
      3 min read

    • Article

      Pin A Smile On YOUR FACE

      Mar 15, 2023

      Pin A Smile On YOUR FACE
      6 min read

    • Article

      Chocs AWAY!

      Feb 7, 2024

      ‘One hundred and twenty-one… one hundred and twenty-two… one hundred and twenty-three,’ said Mr Dear. ‘I’m off then, love,’ I said, popping my head around the kitchen door. ‘Sorry? I… D’oh! Now I’ve lost count’. Mr Dear is counting sweets, and not ju

      3 min read

    • Article

      Romantic FICTION

      Jan 24, 2024

      ‘You’ll never guess what,’ said my little sister Debs. We were having coffee in the little cafe in the park, which wasn’t very adventurous of us because it’s only about 600 yards from her flat. I stroked my chin and pulled my glasses to the tip of my

      3 min read

    • Article

      The Traveler Part 1

      Sep 1, 2020

      Jamie wandered aimlessly, kicking a broken chunk of sidewalk, following the chip of cement as it skittered and bounced through leaves and off curbs. In a trance, she walked down unknown blocks and around unfamiliar corners, her mind so far away that

      9 min read

    • Article

      Chuckles

      Apr 16, 2021

      Fancy yourself a joker? Email original jokes to chuckles@you.co.za or send them to Chuckles, YOU, PO Box 7167, Roggebaai 8012, and we may publish them on this page. A group of prosperous businessmen are dining at a top restaurant inside a gambling re

      4 min read

    • Article

      The Duplex

      Jun 9, 2020

      I moved to Los Angeles to sing. When was this? August? June? I was twenty-nine, and those were shapeless months, when the days blended together and I refused to pull them apart. My landlord was unusually close to her adult son. His name was Jeffrey,

      21 min read

    • Article

      The Traveler

      Oct 1, 2020

      The Traveler
      7 min read

    • Article

      A Day At The BEACH

      Aug 11, 2021

      A Day At The BEACH
      3 min read

    • Article

      Christmas Comes to Norwalk

      Oct 25, 2019

      Christmas Comes to Norwalk
      4 min read

    • Article

      Break for Freedom

      Oct 6, 2020

      Break for Freedom
      6 min read

    • Article

      The Stranger in My Yard

      Mar 25, 2023

      The Stranger in My Yard
      4 min read

    • Article

      A Hug For A Knife?

      Jun 25, 2019

      A Hug For A Knife?
      2 min read

    • Article

      Wants

      Mar 24, 2022

      Wants
      3 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for The Shining Mountains 11

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      The Shining Mountains 11 - charles fisher

      Barrett Trading Post West

      Flathead Country

      September, 1839

      Look at her, Becky said, eyeing the beauty sitting at a table by herself having dinner. She’s almost as pretty as me. 

      Not again, Jake sighed, looking over at the girl. She’s damn near as tall as me, and she’s got tits. Big ones, too, he grinned.

      Shut up, you big bastard, Becky laughed. I have tits. Someplace, she muttered, looking down the front of her tunic. Who is she? And what are you dummies looking at? I’m just as pretty as she is.

      Last thing I seen that looked like you had a tail, Right Hand Johnson grinned through a haze of pipe smoke.

      And it had stripes! Coal Oil Smith cackled, slapping his knee. Just like a Raccoon.

      Raccoons are cute, Becky said. Not like you assholes. Anybody else want to insult me?

      Well, if you insist, Jake Stanton said. I seen a lot of gals in my day. Some pretty, some ugly, and then you got the ones even Lucifer himself would turn away from and cry. I kallate you fit that last bunch.

      You can’t really mean that, Becky said, looking away with a sad look. You can’t, she cried as tears streamed down her face.

      Take the damn onion out of yer pocket, faker, Right Hand said. We seen that trick  before.

      Son of a bitch! Becky yelled. How did you find out about that? Never mind, she  said, flipping her hair. I’m just as hot as she is. Who the hell is she, anyway? I never robbed her I mean saw her before.

      Dunno, Jake said. But I mean to find out. I could go for some of that.

      You could go for something rotting in the woods, Becky huffed. You and Starnes. As long as it’s still warm, you two would climb on.

      Man got to take what he kin get, Jake grinned. Now me, being seven feet tall and 300 pounds of pure man, I reckon I kin get that gal yonder.

      You can get your hand down the front of your pants yonder, Becky said. She looks......I don’t know. That’s a look I’ve seen before. It reminds me of......me.

      That be bad, Johnson said. If she be like you, only meat that’s gonna get inside her be that steak she’s eatin’ for dinner.

      That’s all you men think about, isn’t it, Becky smirked. How you can get a woman to let you use your little penis for something other than peeing. Did you ever think about us? Did it ever cross your demented minds that the woman might want to have some pleasure, too? You know, like if she wanted you to lick her...... Becky stopped and looked around. I, of course, have no knowledge of that. I just heard rumors. I’m pure.

      Pure bullshit, Right Hand said.

      Have rolling pin under bed, Snow Star giggled. Call this Carl.

      I do not! Becky yelled. You shut up, or else.

      Hairbrush handle all sticky in the morning, Moon Cloud giggled. Hear Becky moan at night.

      That was a bad dream, Becky huffed. Go get that girl. I want to talk to her.

      Okay, Jake shrugged. I’ll go get her. Don’t blame me if she is so overcome by my handsome self that she don’t want to talk to you.

      In your wet dreams, Stanton. Go do it.

      Jake went over to the tall brunette beauty and introduced himself.

      Ma’am, I am Jake Stanton, Mountain Man and Doctor. It would be my pleasure to make your acquaintance.

      I bet it would, the girl said as she ate her steak.

      I didn’t mean no disrespect, Jake said. We are friendly people hereabouts. I ain’t lookin’ to marry up with you.

      That’s good, the girl said as she attacked a bowl of Mountain Man Stew. This is delicious, she said. What do you want, Mr. Stanton?

      You kin call me Jake. Or Doc. I just came over to, well, you know, see about you because nobody knows who you be. I guess I am the welcome committee, he grinned. Becky wants to meet you.

      Who’s Becky?

      She be the gal yonder.

      Yonder? What’s yonder?

      Becky is, Jake frowned.

      "No. I mean the word yonder. What does it mean?"

      Oh. It means over there, Jake said. Yonder.

      Yonder, the girl nodded.

      Yeah. Yonder. Becky owns the post. Well, we all do, but she’s the top hog of the trough.

      How quaint. Tell her I’ll be over when I finish my dinner. Who makes this stew? It’s very good.

      We all know how to make that, Jake shrugged. Dan McNeil made the recipe. He be the best cook in the west. He also be the dumbest bastard God ever put in shoes.

      And you aren’t second? the girl smiled. Is this man McNeil your friend?

      Yes, he is. He is a Mountain Man.

      Then why do you ridicule him?

      You’ll see, Jake nodded. He be my friend, but he still be stupid.

      You need some education. Go away, Mr. Stanton, she said, waving him off. I’ll be along when I feel like it. If I feel like it.

      Jake went back to the table and looked at Becky.

      She be miserable and uppity, he grinned. Just like you. She talks a lot of shit about how it be mean to pick on Dan. Must be on her menstruation. I reckon I’ll pass on that one.

      Hah, Becky laughed. As if you ever had any other choice. Wait until she meets Dan, then she’ll see. Is she coming over?

      If she feels like it, Jake grinned.

      She’ll feel like it, Becky nodded. Or she can go sleep in the woods. 

      The woman finished her dinner and ambled over to the table. She sat down, eyeing the Sherry decanter.

      Hi, I’m Lauren Lane. You wanted to talk to me?

      I did, Becky said. I’m Becky Barrett. This charming relic is Right Hand Johnson. You met Jake, she snickered.

      Why do they call you Right Hand? Lauren said to Johnson.

      Because that’s all I got. He held up his left hand, displaying his hook. Bear trap took it when I were ten years old, he said.

      Oh. That’s too bad.

      Only when he got to clean his hind end, Jake grinned. Lauren just stared at him, shaking her head.

      Men, she sighed. Might I have some Sherry?

      You might, if I feel like giving you some, Becky smiled. She had a waiter bring Lauren a glass, and filled it.

      You overfilled it. Now it can’t breathe, Lauren sighed.

      You won’t be able to breathe either after you drink that, Becky grinned. "I have it made special at my distillery. The plant manager calls it Old Ass Kicker. It’s a tad stronger than regular Sherry."

      You people like to drink, don’t you, Lauren said as she sipped the Sherry. Jesus, she gasped. This would take the paint off furniture.

      Wait until you see what it does to your liver, Becky giggled. Where are you from?

      Philadelphia. I’m going to Oregon to live with my aunt. My mother is already there. My father got drunk one night last year and decided that robbing a bank would be a good idea. It wasn’t, and now he’s got twenty years to think about why. So I saved up some money, and here I am.

      You bring the money with you? Becky said eagerly.

      Yes.

      How much? My prices might be going up.

      You’re funny, Lauren said.

      You won’t think so when you get your bill, Becky giggled. You like that fifty dollar glass of Sherry?

      Delicious, Lauren smiled. If I ever need surgery, I’ll bring some of this to the hospital.

      I kin do surgery, Jake grinned. ’Course we got to do a preliminary examination.

      I’m not sick, Lauren said.

      We kin do it anyway, Jake shrugged. Just in case.

      What are you going to do for work in Oregon? Becky said.

      I am a school teacher. I’ll find something.

      Hmm, Becky mused as Gwen came in. I just opened a school here at the post for the settler kids.

      I saw that, Lauren said. I think you made a mistake.

      Why?

      These kids are transients. They know they aren’t staying here, and could care less about learning anything.

      Gwen sat down and was introduced to Lauren.

      Lauren is a teacher, Becky said. How is the school doing?

      Rough, Gwen said. The kids are not cooperating. I’m going to have to figure out how to control them.

      I control for you, Moon Cloud said. Burn one alive in front of school. Other kids behave after that.

      She’s kidding, isn’t she, Lauren said.

      Afraid not, Becky said. Firewood is getting scarce around here because of her.

      Maybe I could sit in with you, Lauren said to Gwen. As an observer.

      I go too, Moon Cloud said. I show legs to boys. When they look, I cut throat for them.

      I don’t think so, Gwen said. We can’t murder the students.

      We could threaten to, Becky grinned. Run a bluff on them. Set up a stake out front with a pile of wood around it. First little bastard that misbehaves gets taken outside.

      That won’t work, Lauren said. Never threaten a child unless you’re  willing to carry out the threat. How old are these kids?

      One group is 8-12, the other group is older. The older ones are more trouble. All boys.

      Okay, Lauren said. I’ll have a look.

      What can you do that I can’t do? Gwen said. I have experience. How long have you been a teacher?

      Three years. I am twenty five years old. If you have experience, why aren’t your students behaving? They obviously have no fear that you’ll do anything to them.

      I have my little tricks, Gwen smirked. You’ll see.

      The Barrett Academy

      Flathead Country

      September, 1839

      The class will come to order, Gwen called out. The throng of students continued to laugh and talk, paying no attention to Gwen.  Finally, after six tries, Gwen got them to quiet down. This is Miss Lane, she said. She will be assisting me for the winter. Say good morning to her.

      Fuck her, a boy mumbled. Nobody else said a word.

      What did you say? Gwen snapped.

      I wasn’t talking to you, teach, the boy smirked. His name was Billy Parnell, and he was quite a bit bigger than the other boys.

      Lauren got up and headed for the door.

      Where are you going? Gwen exclaimed.

      I’ve seen all I need to see, Lauren said. I’ll be back tomorrow, she said to the class. Then you’re going to find out what it’s like to behave. You’re first, she smirked at Parnell, then left.

      All right, Gwen said. Now you see what you’ve done? Take out your lesson books.

      Parnell responded by taking out his penis and showing it to the other boys, who hooted and applauded.

      Stop that! Gwen yelled. My God, you kids are evil. Now be still and pay attention.

      Barrett Trading Post West

      Flathead Country

      September, 1839

      How did it go? Becky said at dinner.

      About as I expected, Lauren said as she ate her Lasagna. A bunch of rude, out of control idiots. They are hardly worth my time, or anyone else’s. Gwen is totally ineffective. They pay no attention to her at all. She said one of them took out his dick and waved it at the class.

      Was it a big one? Becky said eagerly. Oh, sorry. Are you going back tomorrow?

      Yes. I told them I would, and I shall. There is one boy in particular who merits my attention. The weenie waver.

      Maybe you’re right, Becky sighed. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

      It can be fixed, Lauren said. You went this far, you may as well make it work. These children need to know that this is no different from regular school, and that they must behave and do their work.

      I come to class, Snow Star said. Give ass beating for bad boys.

      I’ll take care of the bad boys, Lauren nodded. It won’t be the first time, either. And I suspect it won’t be the last. There is something wrong with today’s students, she said. They have no respect for anything. I’m not that much older than these kids, but I never would have dreamed of acting like this in class. I don’t know what is going on.

      You people too soft, Snow Star said. You put old white woman in class? Boy no fear this. She tell this boy’s father he take out dick in class?

      Yes. The man thought it was funny.

      This problem, Snow Star said. In Indian village you do this, you die, father too. No show respect for tribe, we cook you. This work good, she nodded. Only have to do one, maybe two times. Make other boys watch. They no do bad after they see this.

      You actually burn people at the stake? Lauren said.

      Sure, Snow Star shrugged. Take off all the skin first. One time, I do this in village. Make boy suffer three days, then burn him. No more problem from his family after that.

      Well, I can’t burn people at the stake or skin them, Lauren said. That’s a bit too extreme. It wouldn’t be good for Becky’s business, either.

      "That is Barky’s business, Gwen said as she arrived for dinner. The number of settlers who leave here feet first far outnumber the ones that leave in a wagon."

      And right profitable it is, Becky said. Some of those clowns were loaded.

      I give up, Gwen said. It’s like arguing with Caligula.

      You would know, Becky said. You’re old enough to have been there when he was alive. I hear you got a treat today. Did seeing that kid’s pecker make your day?

      I didn’t look, Gwen huffed. Not closely, anyway.

      I’ll bet. Looks like tough old Gwen can’t hack it. Why don’t you throw water at them like you did with Snow Star?

      No put water in face, Snow Star said quickly. Me no like this. Mother do this to me. Make me crazy.

      They’d probably attack me, Gwen said. Filthy hooligans that they are. I don’t trust them.

      You don’t know how to deal with this kind of behavior, Lauren said.

      Then perhaps you can teach me how, Gwen said. Miss know it all. I’ve been teaching longer than you’ve been alive.

      Jesus was in her first class, Becky said. She’s a little older than she lets on.

      Quiet, you sweet roll gobbling little viper, Gwen laughed.

      I can’t teach you this, Lauren said. I can only show you. It requires a few things you don’t have. You’re too small, and you’re too weak. Perhaps you should stick to the younger kids. They scare easily. The older ones aren’t afraid of anything. If you threaten them, you better be able to back it up. You can’t. I can. You’ll see tomorrow.

      Bring a gun, Gwen smirked. Those bastards are dangerous. You might get into something you’ll be sorry for.

      The only people who are sorry are the ones that never try, Lauren said.

      The Barrett Academy

      Flathead Country

      September, 1839

      The class will come to order, Lauren said.  They ignored her and kept talking. Right fucking now! she screamed at the top of her lungs, a maniacal look of fury on her face. Suddenly the class fell silent. They stared at her in disbelief. So did Gwen.

      She say what I think she said? Billy Parnell laughed.

      Shut your mouth and sit down, tough guy, Lauren said. Or pay the price. She slipped on a pair of white cotton gloves.

      Parnell faced her, a silly grin on his face. He reached for the buttons on his pants.

      Go ahead, Lauren said. She held up a silver embossed pearl handled object. She pushed a button, and a six inch razor sharp blade sprang into view. Take it out, and you’ll lose it. I’ll cut that fucking thing off and shove it up your ass.

      You got a knife? he exclaimed. Since when do teachers pack knives?

      Since today, Lauren said. Care to do something about it?

      Put the knife down and I will, Parnell said. I got no knife. That ain’t fair.

      Okay, Lauren shrugged. She put the knife in her desk and went over to Parnell. He made a move like he was going to punch her, but he was too slow. She kicked him in the nuts and he went down hard, gasping for breath. Say good night, she hissed, and slammed him three times in the face  and  head with her glove, the palm of which was conveniently lined with  a steel plate. Parnell went out and lay still. Lauren looked at the other boys. Anybody else got anything to say?

      No, they mumbled. They sat down and watched as Lauren dragged Parnell’s inert 200 pound body outside. She came back inside and sat down at her desk.

      Now, she said. Where were we? Here’s how it’s going to be, she said. "I say jump, you say how high? I say shit, you say how much? You will be quiet, you will pay attention, and you will learn. Anybody who screws around with me or flunks his studies will get worse than what that smart mouthed cocksucker outside got. Yes, I swear and I pack a knife. I have a gun, too, she said. Any questions? No? Then let’s get started, and see if we can turn you crude little assholes into productive citizens."

      Barrett Trading Post West

      Flathead Country

      September, 1839

      She’s crazy, Gwen whispered as she filled her Sherry glass with a shaking hand. Stark staring nuts. 

      What did she do? Becky said.

      She.....swore at them, pulled a knife, and beat the crap out of the biggest student. You know, the one I told you about that took out his penis. Then she dragged him outside, came back in, and laid down the law. What a mouth she has.

      Did it work?

      Seems to have, Gwen shrugged. They didn’t make a peep after that.

      Lauren arrived and sat down. She looked at Gwen, trying not to laugh.

      I don’t think you’re at all funny, Gwen said. That was the most ridiculous display of crude, violent behavior I have ever seen in a classroom.

      Maybe so, but it worked, Lauren said. I had them eating out of my hand in five minutes. That’s something you couldn’t do in five years.

      "I would never do something like that. Where did

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1