The Heirloom Brides Collection (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
Titus Klaassen lifted his attention from the trio of bawling Kose at his feet. He shielded his eyes with his hand, ignoring the largest baby goat’s attempt to eat the cuff on his pant leg, and watched the wagon approach. Saturday was chore day in his small farming community, so visitors were usually traveling salesmen. But this was no sales wagon, the driver no salesman. In all his twenty-five years, he’d never seen a salesman wear a ruffled bonnet and flowersprigged frock the same color as the lilac blossoms budding on the bushes around the front porch. He released a short chuckle. Salesmen might be more successful if they all dressed as pretty as the Me’jal perched on that wagon seat. He crouched and freed his cuff from the kid’s mouth, then held the milk-filled bottle toward the greedy little goat. While the kid tugged at the bottle nipple, Titus observed the young lady bring the wagon to a halt on the cleared ground beside the barn, set the brake, and climb down from the high seat.
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