One Stubborn Texan
"Stranger's coming," Bert Klausen announced from his perch by the front window of the Linhart General Store. Bert, former owner of the store and now firmly retired, spent most of his winter days in a rocking chair warming himself by the wood-burning stove, staring out the window and munching on dill pickles. No one came or went in Linhart, Texas, without Bert's knowing.
Russ Klein added an extra scoop of coffee grounds to the pot he was making. Maybe it was a customer.
"It's a female, and quite a looker, too. She drives a beemer," Bert announced between crunches on his pickle. "A white one."
"BMW, huh?" Russ ambled to the front of the store, pretending to straighten the camping gear as he went. He stepped over Nero, the bloodhound asleep on the floor, and opened the stove to poke at the burning logs with a stick. That time waster complete, he closed the grate a ... read full excerpt from One Stubborn Texan ebook
