Marshal Scott had requested an urgent meeting at his office before the start of the day. Beau could only hope the lawman had good news. Cold, dark clouds drifted overhead, casting a gray, depressing light over the morning sky. The manicured lawn and geometric angles of the sidewalks did nothing t...
No matter how many sermons Pastor Beau preached on proper Christian behavior, many of the boys couldn’t help being, well...boys. But what she’d always considered “play fighting” couldn’t begin to describe the Mitchell brood’s enthusiastic take on the subject. &...
As the midday sun spread golden fingers of light through the kitchen window, Katherine tried to go about her daily chores as though nothing was bothering her. To little avail. Sighing, she used her wrist to wipe her forehead and then began pressing freshly kneaded dough into a bread tin. Perhaps ...