NANOWRIMO word count and excerpt

Daily word goal: 1700

Count to day 4 goal:  6800

My count: 6892

I didn't do so well yesterday but at least made goal.

Excerpt:

sure Mitch didn’t give up. The bond grew as the two men let their barriers down. He may have lost a leg but he had gained a brother and perhaps another father. Shel’s dad had accepted Mitch and his brother bobby as the son’s of his late ex-wife. He didn’t hold it against them and had given them a second chance at a new life. No, it wasn’t anybody else’s business.

“I had nothing to do with this,” he said as he turned away to retrieve the ratchet from under the car. All he wanted was to get back to work. No, he didn’t have plans for the night but he had hoped to get back to his digs so he could call Cheri. He didn’t care about the drama between Rooster and his father.

“You could have stood up for me.”

Mitch just stared at the man. You got to be kidding? This man had been nothing but rude, crude and in his face since he arrived. “That is all between you and your dad. I just work here. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I would like to get back at it.” He turned back to car and was walking away when he felt a fist connect to the side of his head. He went down. Rooster was standing over him with a wrench he’d picked out of the tool box. He raised it as Mitch tried to scramble out of the way. Rooster started the downward swing and Mitch raised his arm to ward off the blow. This was going to hurt.

“Hey!” The shoot reverberated through the garage. It affectively stopped Rooster’s downswing. Mitch used that second to scramble to his feet and away from Rooster. Roger was advancing across the garage area with a shotgun in his hands. “I will not tolerate that sort of action from anybody. I don’t care if you’re my son. I didn’t raise you to beat on others. Now, get out of here. When I come home you had better have your bags packed and be gone. If you are not gone by the time I get home I will call the police and turn you in for attacking another person.”

“But, I…”

“I saw what happened,” Roger roared. Man, Mitch thought, that man was angry. He had never heard the man shout let along yell in such a manner before. “I have it on tape! Now, get out!”

Rooster stared for the longest moment. He then turned back to Mitch who was leaning on the car. Mitch swore he mouthed, you’re dead, before turning, dropping the wrench. He stalked out the side door. Roger walked over to Mitch. “You ok?”

“Yes, thank-you for stopping him.”

Roger just nodded, patted Mitch on the should and headed back to his office. At the door he