The Redemption of Micah
Chapter One
August 1875, Plum Creek, Colorado
The shovel dug deep into the loamy soil as Micah did his
best to fix the mess left by the stupid dog. He shouldn't
have kept it in the first place, but the damn puppy had been
happily living in the carriage house before he even knew
about it. Damn that Candice, anyway; she shouldn't have
brought it.
Apparently he couldn't say no anymore.
The breeze cooled his face and for just a moment or two,
Micah simply concentrated on his task while the buzz of bees
on the flowers surrounded him. He hadn't worked with his
hands much growing up. The only things they ever touched
were food, women and his horse's reins. God, how things
had changed since he'd been a young fool, eager to fight in a
war they were supposed to win in six months.
"Good evening." Candice, Plum Creek's shopkeeper and
Micah's self-appointed guardian, arrived every weekday afternoon
at five to help with supper and anything else that needed
doing. She was a forty-something spinster who had shown nothing
but kindness, except of course for the puppy incident.
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