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Prologue
Chapter One Bluebonnet County, 1884 The ancient evergreens grew tall and thick, their wide limbs st
Chapter One
Chapter Two Duncan noticed the fork and the strawberries gleaming bright red in the middle of the g
Chapter Two
Chapter Three It was hard to look at this unconscious man and to not remember another. Betsy let th
Chapter Three
Chapter Four It was shadow land. Duncan did not know if he dreamed or if he lived, but he could hea
Chapter Four
Chapter Five The side gate squeaked open, and Betsy leaned over the wooden rail on the back porch a
Chapter Five
Chapter Six There was a reason her dear Charlie had often called her the most stubborn woman on the
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven Betsy tried to pretend the bright afternoon sun did not scrape against her sand-rough
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight It felt as if autumn were holding off, giving way to the bolder demands of the summer
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine “Betsy! Hell, I’ve been worried about you.” Joshua was sitting on her front steps, his
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten Why was it the man looked like an archangel while asleep? Betsy resisted the urge to br
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven He’s been horribly hurt, Betsy reminded herself as she tapped the excess soapy water
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve Even hours later, the kiss remained an unspoken tension between them. Not mentioned,
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen “Duncan?” She’d already predicted he wouldn’t answer her. But did he have to be so
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen Safe in the hayloft tucked in the steeple of the stout log stable, Duncan witnesse
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen Was there a way to hold back the dawn? Betsy couldn’t think of one as she lay in th
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen Duncan hoped he’d never see her again. And, as the days passed, it looked as though
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen Betsy hurried down the hallway, her steps echoing in the emptiness. The meeting h
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen “What do you want to talk about, that you’d come all this way? And while it’s snow
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen The dense shadows of nightfall were made longer by the snow falling around her, co
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty It was a sloppy and nasty mess. Duncan wiped his rain-drenched hair off his forehead
Chapter Twenty
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