Author: tuantr

“How many years?” “Ten, maybe.” “That is a long time to mourn water that might still be waiting.” He turned away first, but not before…

He frowned. “What?” “If you’re thinking of carrying me. Silas always said—” “Silas talked too much.” That startled her into silence. Gideon took off his…

He reached for it, then stopped. “May I?” The question was so small and so unexpected that Marijke nearly did not understand it. Men had…

“And if the day God gives is bitter?” Reuben’s mouth curled. “Then you’ll wish your husband had built less and prayed more.” The wagon rolled…

For the next week, the ranch fell into rhythm around her. Clara rose at four, when the sky was still black and the world outside…

Inside, the house smelled of wood smoke, old grief, dried mud, and something sour near a bucket in the corner. There was a table, two…

Clara served those too. But she also served skillet greens made from plants other women hoed under. She brewed tea from mint that grew wild…

“Did it?” “No.” “Did he buy from other farms?” “Yes.” “Did he tell them to wait too?” Caleb’s jaw tightened. Clara looked out at the…

At the mercantile, Mrs. Lottie Pike looked Clara over and said, “Eastern, are you?” “Pennsylvania.” “Oh.” Lottie smiled sweetly. “I suppose Wyoming portions will be…