Lone Star Cinderella
Something was wrong. Melody Chandler knew it even before the distinctive sound broke the silence of the blistering Texas afternoon. Turning away from the hundred-year-old stagecoach house, she shielded her eyes against the glare of the June sun. The black pickup sped ominously toward her, dust billowing behind it like a villainous cloak—not at all helping the picture of doom her mind had already conjured up.
Her insides went queasy as she watched the truck bound over the dirt road bisecting several pastures before forcing its way into the stagecoach yard. Wyatt Turner, the man who had given her the opportunity to live in this wonderful old relic for the next few months, had pointed out that the path the truck was roaring down was the actual track followed by the stagecoaches in the 1800s. Amazing!
To think; she was standing where pioneers had waited, watching their stagecoaches lumber toward them. As a history teacher, she could well imagine how it had looked back then and how excited they must have felt…unfortunately excitement wasn't what she was feeling.
Cotton-mouthed, she clasped her sweaty palms behind her back. She knew it was hopeless ... read full excerpt from: Lone Star Cinderella ebook
