Turning to music as inspiration is something I do off and on. I don’t get very many chances to write during my week, so music is a good way to keep the inspirational juices flowing. I’ve recently been able to fine tune my Apple Music algorithm to recommend me just the right genre and era of country/folk-rock that really speaks to the characters of THEN CAME THE THUNDER. What I love even more is that this genre of music has been just as much of an exploration for me as this genre of book was. I’ve been creating playlists for each character, and I’d love to share some of them!
If you replaced “Jesse” with “Amos,” this song would describe Jessalyn’s, our protagonist, every waking thought. THEN CAME THE THUNDER begins only a few months after Jessalyn learns of her husband’s passing, and the grief is still very thick.
Orville Peck - No Glory in the West
Sam Brooks, THEN CAME THE THUNDER’s secondary protagonist has lived life as a drifter since he was a teenager. If one town doesn’t work out, he can push on ahead to the next one. His life was shaken up when he was conscripted into the Union Army, and seeing war made him want to settle somewhere at last. Laying roots would be better than just surviving day after day, right?
The Brothers Bright - I Won’t Let Go
This song is Lilah Templeton’s anthem. She’s one of Jessalyn’s students, and is a bookworm bruiser, able to spell complicated words and throw punches. Coming from a large family, she struggles with defining herself and weighing her personal goals of pursuing college with her mother’s absolute ruling that she stay home and help with the children. Lilah has a hot streak and would 100% “scream until her lungs gave up her soul.” That fire and determination are what she brings to the team.
Spanky & Our Gang - Yesterday’s Rain
Roger Shaw, the preacher-in-training is a very enthusiastic, if rather scatterbrained, individual who ends up joining in with Jessalyn and Sam when things in town get mysterious. He thinks fast and talks even faster, which often leads him to overthink in situations and work himself into an emotional, worrying frenzy. I think nothing describes that better than this song. It’s unrelenting and dizzying, just like the inside of Roger’s head.
Loggins & Messina - Angry Eyes
If you pick up a copy of THEN CAME THE THUNDER, play this song while you read Chapter 6. That’s all I’ll say.
National Parks Radio - It’s Never Too Late
When I first heard this song, I fell in love with the
emotional, yet calm lyrics and melody. At its heart, THEN CAME THE THUNDER is
about finding a new start, and learning that no matter what you’ve been
through, it’s okay to begin again.
Excerpt
A throat-clearing sound brought Jessalyn’s attention back to the man who was looking at her with an expectant eyebrow raised. She’d been quiet for too long. “Right,” she said. “Please come in.”
Samuel Brooks dipped his head like a gentleman and crossed the threshold into her home. He removed his hat and ran a hand through his slightly wavy light brown hair. Something about the way he moved bothered Jessalyn. He stepped smoothly, effortlessly, without any of the hesitation one would expect to read in a stranger entering uncharted territory. Yet he was already looking past her, at the space he had been assigned to live in, and he seemed comfortable. He filled it up, like water pouring from pitcher to glass, easily taking shape as if he was always meant to be there. Jessalyn felt her lips tighten. She straightened her spine, the way she commanded her students’ attention. He still had about two inches on her. Damn. Opportunities, Jessa. Opportunities.
"This is the house," she said, gesturing to their surroundings. "You'll take the spare room, just over here, beneath the stairs. You're welcome to use any of the common spaces. You are responsible for your own meals and washing." While she spoke, Samuel Brooks followed along, but was mostly looking at her. She fought back an urge to roll her shoulders again. "Rent will be due on the first of the month. If you have any questions about the town, I will do my best to answer them. Regarding work, there are many ranches that are always looking for extra hands. I'd be happy to put in a word for you, if you like." Jessalyn reached the end of the speech she had prepared for this morning.
Samuel Brooks took a moment, then said, "I'm sorry, this is overwhelming. I feel like this entire town is bending over backward to curry favor with a man they just met."
From his demeanor of comfort, Jessalyn hadn't expected this sort of a reaction at all. "We like to be hospitable here in Three Willows. Anyone who comes here ought to feel welcome. We're glad to have you," she said, echoing Ebenezer's token greeting.
Samuel's mouth turned up in a crooked grin. "You know, it's gotta be the third or fourth time someone has said that to me. But coming from you, it doesn't seem like there's an ounce of truth in it."
Jessalyn stiffened. She did not appreciate being analyzed. "Did you need my help at all with your bags, or...?" If Samuel Brooks was the sort of man who needed a clear boundary set, she was more than happy to do that.
Yet still, he grinned. "No, I'm all right. Again, thank you, uh... Jessalyn, was it?"
"Ah-"
"Do you prefer 'Lyn?'"
"No, I think-"
"Or just 'Jessa?'"
Jessalyn flinched. No one had ever shortened her name as a sign of endearment until she'd met Amos. She'd never been dear to anyone until she met Amos. Hearing that nickname come from another man's mouth sent chills up her spine. She hated hearing it. "I think ‘Mister Brooks' and 'Miss Joy' will suit us for the time being," she said coldly.
"That right?"
Was there nothing she could say that would wipe the smile off this man's face? "It's the name I'm most used to hearing. I'm 'Miss Joy' to my students."
Samuel stuck a hand in his pocket and leaned back. "Right, right. The good mayor mentioned you were the schoolteacher." He chuckled, shaking his head at the floor.
"Something funny?"
"I was just remembering my teacher. Missus Hughes. Old, crotchety woman, armed with a ruler at all times." He set his pack down and nearly doubled over, shaking his fist in a pantomime of brandishing a ruler, then laughed again at his own impression. Straightening up, he said, "Maybe if I'd had something as nice to look at as you, I would have paid more attention in class."
Jessalyn stared at the man in a mixture of shock, horror, and anger. Did he think at all about the words that left his mouth? Was he such a free spirit that he imagined he was liberated of all consequences? Perhaps his days in the desert burnt away his knowledge of manners. "Mister Brooks-"
"I really wish you'd call me Sam."
"Mister Brooks!" Jessalyn was nearly shouting. Shouting at a stranger in the middle of her own house. Ridiculous. "Do you require anything else from me at the moment? If not, I'd like to resume my work."
"Just one last thing."
"And that is?"
"An answer."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Why the sudden desire to take on boarders?" Samuel asked. "Are you so hard up for money in this paradise town of yours?"
"I don't think that's any of your business, Mister Brooks."
"Isn't it?" Samuel spun in a slow circle, taking in the house again. "Young woman, whole house to herself? How am I to know I'm not being set up? Maybe I'm lodging with the Black Widow of Three Willows and tomorrow morning will find me with my throat cut and my pockets emptied." He lifted his hands and wiggled them like spider legs.
"I am doing you a favor-"
"You're doing me a service. There's a difference. I am paying you, you know. You have to see how suspicious this looks."
This man was a clown. A rude clown. Heat rose in Jessalyn's chest as she listened to him. This wasn't how this was supposed to go.
Amos wouldn’t have fought back. A hospitable lady of town wouldn’t have fought back. But Jessalyn couldn’t stop herself. "No more suspicious than a man who moves to a town with nothing but a horse and a name and manages to sweet talk his way into my home."
Samuel narrowed his eyes, the grin drifting to one side, sly. "You don't trust me."
"I do not know you, Mister Brooks."
"Well, there'll be plenty of time to remedy that."
That was it. "I think not," Jessalyn said in her strongest reprimanding tone. "Mister Brooks, I have acquiesced to providing a roof for your head, but this does not entitle you to a window into my personal life. We are not friends. We are not even familiar. Keep your distance." With that, she flew up the stairs to her own room and slammed the door.
A low whistle echoed throughout the house.
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