Wonderful story for February – a romance of a sort, a historic story, a brave story. Thank you Mandy White.
People tell me, “You should write romance! It’s popular… It sells well…”
That sounds great in theory, but the truth is, I’m not that kind of writer. The stories I write are murderous, disturbing, or just plain weird. When I attempt to write romance, something terrible is bound to happen…
The verdant sea of prairie grasses rippled in the ever-present breeze; the spring greens had not yet made the transformation to summer’s golden hue. The lone rider in the distance might have been a mirage, shimmering against the endless blue horizon. The girl had been making her short pilgrimage for several weeks, slipping away as often as possible to ride across the plains to the spot near the creek where she had first sighted the boy.
Sarah could shirk her chores without fear of punishment because not much was expected of someone in her condition. Her sisters and…
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