Kim Vogel Sawyer
face held a warm smile, reminding Tressa of her favorite childhood
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gawking with obvious interest. A bead of sweat trickled down her back.
In the acceptance letter Tressa had received from the Wyatt Herdsman
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Tressa hadn’t anticipated a welcoming band of prospective suitors.The sight of those sunburnt, cowboy-hat-topped men sent Tressa’s
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A giggle pierced the air. After days of traveling with the other girls,
Tressa recognized its source: Luella. The girl had talked incessantly,
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the row of girls. “Look outside. Do you see? The men have lined up to
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“Then kindly give them the pleasure of seeing us depart the train.”
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“Shouldn’t we wait for the conductor?” Repeatedly during the
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the car with the tip of her satin parasol. “The train has stopped. We’vereached our destination. We can leave the car without the conductor’s
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Luella bolted forward, and the others followed. Tressa’s dry tongue
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