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Her heart felt like it had been thrown around like a child on a twenty-foot seesaw--exhilarating highs followed by crashing lows, only to repeat with new joys and terrifying fears. It left her light-headed, off-balance, and a tiny bit nauseated.
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With a tiny cry, Eden jumped from her rocky perch and threw herself against Levi's chest. The tears she'd thought had been exhausted returned with a vengeance. Starving for comfort, for a sympathetic touch, she sobbed in gratitude as much as in grief when his arms folded around her back. "I'm here, darlin'," he crooned, caressing her hair and laying a kiss atop her head. "I'm here." He was so warm and strong. Eden longed to melt into him an..
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A small cluster of white fleabane near Miss Proctor's boot drew his attention. He grinned and bent to pluck the tiny daisy-like flowers. Making a deep bow, he held the miniature bouquet out to her. "Will you accept my apology, dear lady, and erase this entire conversation from your memory?" To his great relief, she returned his smile and even dipped into a curtsy as she accepted the flowers. "Thank you, kind sir. All is forgiven." Her eyes ..
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You're a spirited filly, Eden. I like that. One of these days you'll get used to my hand at the reins and quit your buckin'. For now, though, I'll let you have your head. Just don't go forgettin' who you belong to. Hear me?
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A child of his heart, not of his blood.
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She glanced at him and winked. Gideon found himself enchanted all over again. Her clothes might be a wrinkled, mismatched mess, and strands of her hair might be sticking out at odd angles from the knot at her neck, but when he looked at her, he saw a princess. Now he just had to convince her to marry him.
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Gideon lowered her onto the bed, thankful that he'd felt no evidence of stays through her gown as he carried her. As soon as he slid his arms out from under her, she rolled over onto her side and grabbed the second pillow. She snuggled the downy square to her bosom and mumbled a few unintelligible words before settling herself. An unexpected tenderness rose within him as he watched her sleep. Could there be more to his feelings than simple ..
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I'd like to build a house there someday. One with a big plate-glass window in the front so I can sip my tea and watch the flowers grow." Eden leaned into his side as she stepped around a hole dug by a ground squirrel or some other burrowing creature, and Levi couldn't help but picture himself behind that same window, moving up behind Eden to touch his lips to the sensitive skin along her neck. She'd smile and ask about his day. He'd wrap hi..
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Your place is with me now, Addie. I want you here. Move whatever you like. Wear whatever you like. All I care about is having you by my side.
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I'm not going anywhere, dear heart. I have a happy ending to write with you." Addie stiffened. "You heard that?" she muttered against his chest. Gideon chuckled, his joy too large to contain. He pulled back just enough to see her face. "Yes, I did, my little dreamer. And I plan to fulfill that duty to the best of my ability."
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Unless he'd missed is guess, Miss Joanna Robbins possessed the soul of a missionary. How that had come to be when she'd been raised by an outlaw and his gang, Crockett couldn't fathom. Yet he sensed her passion. Respected it. He'd not belittle her dream.
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He was halfway to the house, thinking to set the cabbage inside the kitchen door,when a brown blur thundered past him. Joanna Robbins tore out of the barn astride a magnificent chestnut quarter horse. She leaned forward in the saddle,hat flopping against her back, hair streaming out behind her in a wild curly mass as she urged her mount to a full-out gallop. Unable to do anything but stare, Crockett stood dumbstruck as she raced past. S..
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You've a good heart,Joanna Robbins,he said from his perch on the wagon seat. It's easy to see why Jackson admires you.
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His gaze trailed over her face, memorizing each line and curve. She'd been his wife for little more than a fortnight, but she owned his heart. If anything happened to her, he'd be lost.
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Stone rose to his feet and bent down to capture on of her hands. Dobson's not the only man you can depend on, Charlotte.She looked at him a long moment before tugging her hand free. We'll see.
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He twisted his head to the side, grimacing only slightly. Then he smiled at her. The dimple in his cheek nearly undid all her hardearned control.
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It was Logan's job to live for God, and God's job to take care of the rest.
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She waited for more, but he just sat there with a smug look on his face. The rascal. He was going to make her ask, wasn't he? She'd bet in his childhood he was one of those boys who pestered his brothers to the precise point where they would retaliate so that he could escape punishment while they received a scolding for beating on him. He probably had a full arsenal of crocodile tears to go along with those devastating dimples.
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The problem with memorizing scripture was that it rose up to prod her conscience at the most inconvenient times. Nothing like having Jesus call her a hypocrite to slap down her indignation over Logan's infractions.
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However, Gideon seemed to follow without difficulty. He exhibited no blank stare or puzzled frown the way most people did when she made a radical mental shift. Instead, his eyes danced with mischief.
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If she had learned nothing else from her experience with Henry, she'd learned charm could not be trusted.
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One of these days, I'm going to learn not to sneak up on you." The fiasco in the barn flashed through her mind. Yesterday she'd showered him with oats and today she'd pummeled him with a broom. At this rate, he'd be dead by the end of the week. "Mr. Westcott, I'm so sorry. I had no idea you were there." Adelaide dropped the broom as if distancing herself from the weapon could remove some of her guilt. He wiggled his jaw one final time and t..
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He groped about for several minutes, growling like a bear and stamping his feet at anyone who ventured too close. Isabella rushed at him and retreated several times, giggling each time he missed. Then before Adelaide quite knew what had happened, the little mischief-maker shoved her from behind and launched her directly into Gideon's path. Adelaide trod on his foot and banged into his chest, but Gideon wrapped his arms about her and somehow..
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As she slipped back into the house, Travis mumbled, "It's about time." Everett Hayes had the gall to wink at him. "Better get used to it, Archer. Things are never the same after you install a woman in your house." "That is true," the parson said as he pushed up out of his chair, his expression slightly censorious as he glanced at Everett. "But if the Lord is installed, as well, the changes can bring blessing to a man." He shifted his attent..
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Is that any way to talk to your betrothed?" His syrupy voice set her skin to itching. Eden gathered her shawl a bit more tightly about her. "I'm not your betrothed, Sheriff. I refused your proposal three weeks ago." "And nearly busted my heart in the process, but I forgive you."
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Every time he came in, he tried to charm me into tellin' him my name, but I never did. I was too aware of who I was. And who I wasn't.
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God desires his people to be abounding in love and good works. To be people of integrity and honor. People who reflect his character. But we are human--sinful people capable of evil deeds.
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Certainty of purpose pumping with every heartbeat. That rare sense of satisfaction that came only when one responded to the call to the direct call of the Lord.
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Do I really have to face him again, Travis? The man will be insufferable after besting me as he did." Travis grinned and grabbed up the empty basket. "You can handle him. I've got faith in you." He held his hand out to her after she finished pinning a second petticoat to the line. She glanced uncertainly at his offering, then slipped her palm into his. On impulse, he tugged her arm, causing her to stumble into him. "We're Archers, Meri," he..
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He gently covered her hand with his, wishing he could feel her soft skin through the rough leather of his work gloves. He dragged her fingers down from his mouth and cradled them against his chest. His gaze never left her face. Her breath caught in her throat, but she didn't look away. Fingers splayed, her palm pressed against the thin cotton of his shirt, directly over his heart. In that moment, he knew she belonged to him.
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No wonder none of this makes sense, God. Only you can see what the future holds. Therefore, only you can guide me in the direction that is best. Please make the way clear. Help me make the right decision.
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Was that love? If so, he couldn't fathom why poets waxed on about it being such a blissful state. As far as he could tell, it was about as blissful as riding an unbroke horse, a bone-rattling endeavor where one held on for dear life, unable to recognize if he was making progress until either the horse quit buckin' or the ground smacked him in the face.
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Just because they'd lost didn't mean the battle hadn't been worth waging.
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God loves us, Izzy, and wants to give us good gifts, but those gifts aren't always what we expect. Sometimes instead of making a person well, he comforts us and gives us the courage to go on. Sometimes he sends new people into our lives to help us--like when he sent Papa Gideon to take care of you. And sometimes he gives us a new joy that we would not have known otherwise.
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God's way might not always be clear, but it could always be trusted.
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No matter how many precautions we take, none of us are truly in control. Only God can claim that kind of authority. All we can do is use the good sense he provides and trust him to guide us." Meredith stroked his arm from shoulder to wrist, then lightly clasped his hand. "If you want to protect me, Travis, prayer is just as powerful a weapon as that gun you carry." Travis blinked, stunned by the simplicity of that statement."
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Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
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I've chosen fear over fear over faith more times then I can count. And every time I did, I ended up with regrets. When I chose faith, I didn't always get the outcome I wanted, but I never regretted my choice because I felt God beside me, holding my hand and lending me strength.
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Love made a man vulnerable in a world that required armor and a shield to survive.
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