Glory
Chapter One
Well-well, the least you could do is stay
for supper!" Glory choked on dust as Ralph Samuels's
buckboard spun out of the yard on one wheel. Sighing, she
glanced toward the shanty, hoping that was squirrel she
smelled frying and that Poppy had cooked enough for two.
Bending over, the petite young woman with a boyish
frame picked up the knapsack holding her extra pair of
denims and shirt. Poppy isn't going to be happy about this,
Glory thought. It was the third time in as many months that
an almost-husband had brought her back. The eager suitor
would call on her proper-like; then Poppy would propose
marriage. The besotted swain always agreed, only to go
back on his word before vows were spoken. Glory didn't
understand it. This time she'd nearly made it through the
whole day before this fickle lout got cold feet.
Men were just too picky. Yes, she'd corrected Ralph a
few times this morning-only corrected the man. So what?
She hadn't said that she knew everything. He was thin-skinned
and took her harmless observations for a sign of
bossiness. Bossy? Her? She wasn't bossy-just happened to
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