Go to the 7th page of a work in progress, go 7 lines down, post the next 7 lines, then challenge 7 other writers to do the same.
So here goes, a little more than 7 lines (so as not to cut off mid-sentence) from Border Blaster, my current novel in revision:
At [Mettie's] words, Keegan’s boys sauntered closer, nostrils flaring, biceps flexing under their tweed coats. Their menace was slightly undermined by the odd gait of the musclehead closest to Aurelia. Maybe his fancy cowboy boots were too tight.
Behind her, Aurelia heard Davis getting out of his squad car. He donned his hat as he hurried to the gate. Their new company only unsettled Mettie for a moment.
“So you got thugs and coppers in your pocket, do you? Then I’ll talk to the papers,” she vowed, pointing at the doctor. “You know it was some hot-shot reporter at the Chicago Tribune got Doc Porter’s license revoked in Iowa, Illinois, and Nebraska, don’t you?"
I was challenged via Twitter, so that's where I'll tag 7 buddies to continue the fun. But by all means, feel free to play in the comments!