A Western Winter Wonderland

Marvel Anne Henley had made a decision. Why it had taken her three months to come to it, she wasn’t quite sure—except perhaps for the fact that the entire rest of her life hung in the balance. She’d had to choose between spending the rest of her years married to a man for whom she felt only friendship—or living her remaining days as a spinster. Not exactly options to fulfill her long-tucked-away dreams, but in the end the verdict hadn’t been that difficult.

“Your friendship is important to me,” she told Henry Morrison. Now came the tough part. “But I can’t marry you.”

He still held his black felt hat. Snow had melted on the shoulders of his black winter coat and the drops glistened in the light streaming through the long beveled glass windows on each side of the front door. Marvel glanced at his handsome graying hair and thinly-trimmed mustache. She’d greeted him in the foyer and hadn’t had time to take his wrap before he’d pressed her for an answer.

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