And this week I've discovered that it's really hard to take ten sentences out of your story and have them make sense. But Bullseye has his own problems.
“You really want to leave?” said
Ella. “Wouldn’t your friends miss you?”
“Them! They treat me like a pup!”
said Bullseye. “I should go over there and say ‘Give me one good reason I
should stay, you crumbs! Why shouldn’t I just ride out on my own?’ I should do
that, shouldn’t I?”
Ella looked at him, her exotic
green eyes sad. A breeze ruffled her lacy yellow bonnet and the frills of her dress.
“Please stay,” she said softly.
Bullseye tried to keep his face
straight, but he had to look away.
“Okay,” he said. He rode back to the
rear of the herd.
I'm not sure it's clear what I was going for here, but I'll see if your comments answer that for me.
