BLUE BAYOU ~ Book I (historical): Fleur De Lis - Plot & Excerpts
Françoise had mentioned that he liked the fragrance. When he had been just a name without a face, it had been easy to enter into her deception. Now, every time she sat across the table from him, she felt such awful guilt. One day, she would have to confront him with the truth of her misdeed. With a basket of laundry balanced on one hip, she stepped outside. The hated country of exile now looked like a fairyland, a veritable Eden. The peach and plum trees were in bloom, and the April breeze animated the waving patches of delicate white and pink. The ripening grapes glistened in the morning dew like scattered jewels, and new magnolias scented the air. Beyond the corrals Nicolas had built, a tangled, sweet-smelling hedge ran wild in a most amiable way. She lifted her face to the sun, reveling in its warmth. If she must be an exile from Paris, there could be worse places, she decided. Though this No Man’s Land was supposed to be dangerous, a haven for outlaws and thieves and cutthroats, she had seen only a few bands of Indians, passing single file across the field on their way to the San Antonio Trace.
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