I am pleased to introduce you to a new cast of characters in my first-ever historical Western. First, there's Maggie, 29 and single and sure she will never be a bride or mother. Her brother, Wesley, who's married to beautiful, bratty Libby who makes it no secret she thinks herself the woman of the house. Finally, there's Trent, who is counting the days until he meets his beautiful bride-to-be who he only knows through the letters they've exchanged. I hope you enjoy this snippet! Please check out the other snippets below!
To set the scene, Wesley has told his sister he brought her some candy from town, but she tells him he must be mistaken as she doesn't find any.
When he did come back, not only was he empty handed, but his previously puzzled expression had become a deep frown. “I didn’t forget,” he told me, his voice short as he gave his wife his undivided attention.
I turned to look at her, too, and noticed right away that she was looking down at her neatly clasped hands in front of her. I could swear I detected the corner of her lips twitching.
“Libby, do you happen to know anything about how Maggie’s things disappeared?”
“Course not,” she replied, in a dismissive, offhand way. “How could I?”
Wesley’s frown deepened, and when he spoke again his voice had taken on a tone that I’d heard my Pa use a time or two. “I better get a straight answer from you this instant, girl. And look at me when I’m talking to you.” He tapped his toe once, hard, the toe of his boot meeting the floor with an ominous thud.
To set the scene, Wesley has told his sister he brought her some candy from town, but she tells him he must be mistaken as she doesn't find any.
When he did come back, not only was he empty handed, but his previously puzzled expression had become a deep frown. “I didn’t forget,” he told me, his voice short as he gave his wife his undivided attention.
I turned to look at her, too, and noticed right away that she was looking down at her neatly clasped hands in front of her. I could swear I detected the corner of her lips twitching.
“Libby, do you happen to know anything about how Maggie’s things disappeared?”
“Course not,” she replied, in a dismissive, offhand way. “How could I?”
Wesley’s frown deepened, and when he spoke again his voice had taken on a tone that I’d heard my Pa use a time or two. “I better get a straight answer from you this instant, girl. And look at me when I’m talking to you.” He tapped his toe once, hard, the toe of his boot meeting the floor with an ominous thud.
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