Raynetta Hunter mothered her daughter Becca. “Oh, Mama! You worry too much,” Becca said. She smiled as she carefully took the turkey from the oven to baste it. Angelina Maddox stood in the doorway of the parlor watching Becca and her mother work on ...
It was a mere one week later, while she and Yvonne were tending to the store, when a tall, handsome stranger entered. Vaden’s heart began to pound furiously, for his resemblance to Ransom Lake was undeniably obvious. He was perhaps even taller, and his own black hair was completely grayed at the ...
Cricket whispered. “I can see him through my bedroom window. Every night at about ten, he passes our house on his way home. Then he heads along the old fence line, stops, and waters his horse at this trough out here behind the general store…then disappears into the night.” ...
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Birds still chirped in the leafy branches above. Yet it was there—the slight change in breeze, the few leaves in the tops of the trees that had begun to tip with scarlet, gold, and burnt orange. Yes, it was there—the sense that summer was waning, that autumn was gently stretching forth her lovely...
Sage hummed a favorite melody, pausing to listen to the meadowlarks call for a moment before turning the eggs in the skillet. She couldn’t seem to keep from smiling, for the events of the night before—the moments spent with Reb in the firelight of the parlor—kept floating through her mind. It see...
Samson Kane was hiding. The night had been peaceful. Even Eldon, Grady, and Ralston heard nothing—saw nothing. Lark awoke with hope that perhaps the outlaw had turned coward—decided it was not worth his time to lay in wait for Slater and revenge. Yet that morning at breakf...
Not only did the knowledge of his loyalty and strength lend comfort to her, it seemed to encourage Broderick. In some manner she did not fully understand, Broderick now knew assistance in bearing his burden of protecting her, and she could see it offered a tiny respite to his mind. Monet’s pretty...
The sun was already shining through the window, yet she did not feel rested. Certainly she’d stayed up far past any decent hour reading over Justin’s letters. She wanted to be sure she had not forgotten one word he’d written to her—wanted to think of him sleeping comfortably in another room close...
Rolling over to look out the window, she stretched her arms above her head and sighed with contentment. The wonderful dreams she’d dreamt during the night had dispelled her fears and anxieties. In the brilliant morning light she was renewed—felt thoroughly rested. Yet as h...
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