She stood there, shaking like a leaf. The Indian lowered his bow and walked over to the horse. After running his hand over its neck, he took its reins and brought it to her. “Get on the horse.” She stared at him blankly. “What for?” “It will be getting dark soon.” “What ’bout ‘im?” She… Read More The Ride to Freedom
“Tell the daughter of Zion, ‘Behold, your King is coming to you, Lowly, and sitting on a donkey,A colt, the foal of a donkey’” – Matthew 21:5, NKJV What an exciting time this was for the people and disciples when Jesus made His triumphal entry into Jerusalem. People were spreading their clothes on the road while others… Read More Behold, Your Savior and King
Gerhardt had just returned from a walk on the moors and was outside on the porch when Alexandra stepped out. He was pleasantly surprised to see her. “Hello,” he said. “Hello. Nice dog. He’s sitting so still that I thought he was a work of art. What’s his name?” “Cinder.” “Cinder?” “It was Helena’s idea.… Read More A Tour and Lunch
My name is Cal. I’m here on my uncle Ted’s ranch. He’s not doing too well, I’m afraid. The doctor doesn’t think he will last much longer. That saddens me. Uncle Ted is the closest thing I have for a father. My own father died when my mother was pregnant with me so I never… Read More Cal, the Rancher
Cora walked along the path, the new bonnet in her hand. While the family was entertaining the vicar and his family, she opted to venture out here. Her face was turned up to the sky, her flushed cheeks becoming. She wanted to loosened her raven dark so that it tumbled down her back but that… Read More Horatio Clarke/Stone #writephoto
It was Friday evening. Mr. Read was to call on her. She felt a prickle of excitement at the thought of seeing him again. The week had flown by quickly. It seemed only a moment ago when she had surprised him in the library where he was composing a note which he gave to her. … Read More The Suitor Calls
After she had put some distance between Mr. Rivers’ property and herself, Dora stopped to examine her torn dress. She was panting and her heart was racing. She was lucky that all she suffered from her foolish decision to take a shortcut through Mr. Rivers’ property was a torn skirt. He had set his savage… Read More The Vicar’s Daughter
She walked into the library and was startled to find him sitting at her father’s desk, writing what appeared to be a letter. He rose immediately to his feet when he saw her and bowed. “Miss Turner.” She returned his greeting in the manner of women, her face a little flushed. She hoped he would… Read More Letter From the Suitor
“Mr. Thornber,” his name spilled involuntarily from her lips. “What the blazes are you doing in here, Miss Roth?” demanded the gentleman. “You should be outside taking a turn in the garden. It is a very pleasant afternoon.” In a few strides he closed the distance between them. He stopped abruptly beside her, facing the… Read More Mr. Thornber
Notes to Women 