Six Sentence Sunday

Happy New Year everyone.  I missed a few weeks, and I've gotten behind on reading the six sentences I enjoy on other folks' blogs.  This week, I'm going to start a new six sentence series, this time from Sisters in Time, my time-travel romance with an historical twist.

Here's the blurb to set the scene:

Two eras collide when a modern day attorney and a pioneer wife find themselves locked in a time not their own. Mariah Cassidy awakens in the twentieth century. Confined in a pristine environment, hooked to tubes and beeping machines, she’s scared, confused and wondering why everyone keeps calling her Mrs. Morgan. Who is the strange man who keeps massaging her forehead and telling her everything is going to be alright? Taylor Morgan tries to focus on her surroundings through a blinding headache. The patchwork quilt, the water basin, and the archaic room don’t strike a familiar chord. Her mouth gapes when a handsome man waltzes into the room, calls her darling, and expresses his delight that she’s on the road to recovery. Clearly something is amiss.

Here's my six sentences for this week:

Suddenly, an intense rumbling sound shook the prairie stillness. From an almost cloudless sky, thunder cast a single bolt of lightning, striking the ground with energy enough to propel dirt through the air and set fire to a small patch of grass. Immediately, calm prevailed; only a column of smoke billowing skyward remained as evidence.

Frank pondered the strange occurrence, but fueled by the need to find his wife, hurried in the direction of the fading smoke. “Mariah, Mariah, please answer me.” His boots cut a path through the heavy brush.