Ian had been gone for almost two years. A gravestone in the Chance Creek Cemetery proved that fact. Two years, yet it seemed only months. She should be ready to move on, but something inside just wouldn't let go. Praying about it every night had seemed useless, so she'd given up. No use arguing with the One who knew best. God had made her a widow, and a widow she was going to stay. ~ Maggie Caleb's Choice http://www.amazon.com/Calebs-Choice-Chance-Creek-Brides-ebook/dp/B00KA12CLY/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_d_1
Something scurried to his left and he quickly turned. In a blink of an eye, a loud boom sounded and searing pain ripped through his side. The rifle slipped from his hands as the landscape began to spin. he reached blindly to steady himself, but his fingers grasped only air. Amanda's name on his lips, he fell backwards into a spinning maze of agony and darkness. http://www.amazon.com/Calebs-Choice-Chance-Creek-Brides-ebook/dp/B00KA12CLY/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_d_1
"What are you talking about?" Maggie grinned. She looked down at her brown trousers and leather boots. "Every self-respecting woman in Texas has an outfit just like this one. We Texas women aren't afraid of a little hard work." Reba's eyebrows lifted and she smiled. "Last I knew, you were a Georgia woman. Besides, it's liable to be mighty hard to catch a man when you're dressed like one." "Yes ma'am." Maggie suppressed a smile and nodded.There was no arguing with Reba Barkley when she got a burr under her blanket. But Georgia was a lifetime ago, or so it seemed. Going on nine years in Chance made Maggie a Texas woman now, and she had every right to claim the title.
Knowing God's will isn't always easy. Was Caleb the answer to Maggie's prayers for Chance? And what about for herself? Maybe God had something different in mind. Only time would tell. And sometimes it seemed as if time was running out for the town. And for her own heart, as well.
Caleb's Choice
Something scurried to his left and he quickly turned. In a blink of an eye, a loud boom sounded and searing pain ripped through his side. The rifle slipped from his hands as the landscape began to spin. he reached blindly to steady himself, but his fingers grasped only air. Amanda's name on his lips, he fell backwards into a spinning maze of agony and darkness.
"What are you talking about?" Maggie grinned. She looked down at her brown trousers and leather boots. "Every self-respecting woman in Texas has an outfit just like this one. We Texas women aren't afraid of a little hard work."
