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- Author: Katie Wyatt
- Publisher: INDEPENDENTLY PUBLISHED
- ISBN-10: 1983147117
- ISBN-13: 9781983147111
- Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 0.5 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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Free on Kindle UnlimitedBest Selling Authors Ellen Anderson, Katie Wyatt
Kansas Territory, June 1866
Josephine Miller had dawdled too long fetching water that morning. She knew it had been a mistake, but hadn't been able to resist a few extra minutes of peaceful reflection on the beauty of a prairie sunrise as it lit up the purple larkspur and golden sunflowers. She'd spotted an unfamiliar insect that her fingers had itched to add to her sketchbook though there was no time during the busy mornings on the Santa Fe Trail. Now, she needed to hurry back and prayed that her father would be too busy with the wagon and the oxen to notice her tardiness....
... Tom wished he had Sven's faith in the Almighty. His acquaintance with the Man Upstairs was nowhere near as strong. It was one more thing that drew him to his Swedish friend. There was just something about a man who had that kind of confidence in what he couldn't see.
He glanced up and watched Jo struggle to light the fire. Her long brown braid kept slipping over her shoulder and she repeatedly threw it back into place without even realizing she was doing it. She was just too pretty for her own good, Tom grumbled inwardly. Why wasn't she a plain girl or a stocky girl or missing her teeth? Even Ned Harkiss would leave a toothless hag alone, wouldn't he?
Historical western romance short story series.
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- Author: Katie Wyatt
- Publisher: INDEPENDENTLY PUBLISHED
- ISBN-10: 1983147117
- ISBN-13: 9781983147111
- Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 0.5 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
Free on Kindle UnlimitedBest Selling Authors Ellen Anderson, Katie Wyatt
Kansas Territory, June 1866
Josephine Miller had dawdled too long fetching water that morning. She knew it had been a mistake, but hadn't been able to resist a few extra minutes of peaceful reflection on the beauty of a prairie sunrise as it lit up the purple larkspur and golden sunflowers. She'd spotted an unfamiliar insect that her fingers had itched to add to her sketchbook though there was no time during the busy mornings on the Santa Fe Trail. Now, she needed to hurry back and prayed that her father would be too busy with the wagon and the oxen to notice her tardiness....
... Tom wished he had Sven's faith in the Almighty. His acquaintance with the Man Upstairs was nowhere near as strong. It was one more thing that drew him to his Swedish friend. There was just something about a man who had that kind of confidence in what he couldn't see.
He glanced up and watched Jo struggle to light the fire. Her long brown braid kept slipping over her shoulder and she repeatedly threw it back into place without even realizing she was doing it. She was just too pretty for her own good, Tom grumbled inwardly. Why wasn't she a plain girl or a stocky girl or missing her teeth? Even Ned Harkiss would leave a toothless hag alone, wouldn't he?
Historical western romance short story series.
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