We are arriving in Eclipse, Texas tomorrow. The train was uncomfortable, the stage coach barbaric. I must remember not to think things can’t get worse—each time I do, fate proves me wrong. May 16, 1866 This place is so different from Boston. There are no green lawns, or ...
In the past month she’d amazed herself at what she could accomplish. First of all, she’d had to arrange for the store to continue operating without her constant attention. She’d pinned a Help Wanted sign on the Eclipse Community bulletin board and had Marta Carmichael circ...
She'd been prodded out of contented sleep by a loose straw poking her hip. She'd discovered that she was naked, stiff, and sore, curled under a blanket smelling of horse, in a stall of the stable, but thankfully, alone. She wanted to believe that she'd had a bizarre dream, but her itching palm pr...
Lucy was eager to see the Quince men off with a good breakfast so she and Brody could drive the buggy into Eclipse and catch the stage to Buffalo Creek. Instead, with no preamble and little explanation, the women were joined to the cattle drive, leaving behind a garden ful...
But she had been a coward to keep her silence this long. "Frank was invited to a party." She knew her body had tensed, remembering, but she needed to tell Grady before she lost her nerve. "We'd been invited to what was supposed to be a friendly poke...