From her place at the window, she watched him rub down the horse and give it grain, his body nothing more than flashes of white from his shirt and the horse’s white stockings and blaze face glowing in the night. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, surprised and pleased at the swiftness of the change in him. The Lord’s doing, she knew. Change always came about easiest when the soil of a heart is tilled and loosened for planting. She pressed her hands to her cheek at the memory of his kiss on her palm and the way he’d planted his arm on the wagon bench behind her. She could not deny the protective feeling she received by his gesture. She had savored every moment of the ride home, quiet talk of nothing more than sunsets and mountains, crops and farmers. When he came close to the window where she stood and raised his hand, she sighed and blew out the lantern, then crept through the house to her room. It didn’t take long before she heard a light knock. She smiled. Miss Jenny would have heard her and want to know everything.
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