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    City Girl

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      father's eyes dart across the room before the older man

      shifted his gaze to his coffee cup and took a drink.

      Cash turned to see his mother had come in and let the

      door swing shut behind her. Cash watched her as she came

      to the table.

      '"You're talking about God, aren't you?"

      Charles looked a bit sheepish, but Virginia sat down, her

      face open.

      "If s all right, Charles," she shocked him by saying. "I've

      been doing some thinking of my own."

      "On what exactly?"

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      Virginia turned and looked at Cash-"I've

      been patting

      myself on the back about this wedding." She smiled a little

      wryly. "I'm not sure why--Clarissa Wingate did all the

      work--but for some reason it's given me great pride that

      two of my boys have found wives. But in the midst of those

      thoughts, you came to mind. If s not that you're not married,

      Cash; if s what you believe. I was just short of taking

      bows over Dakota and Darvi's marriage, and then I

      thought you wouldn't feel that way. You would thank God

      for putting them together."

      Cash only looked at her, still too surprised to speak.

      "You would, wouldn't you, Cash?"

      "Yes, Mother," he said gently. "I would."

      Virginia sighed a little, her gaze going upward. "I just

      don't know if He wants me. I know Charles is interested,

      and I want to be, but I feel as though God is hiding."

      "The God I believe in, the God of the Bible, doesn't play

      hide-and-seek with anyone. He's not capricious. Deuteronomy

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      4:29 tells us God can be found if we search for Him

      with all our heart and soul."

      "Where does it say that?" Charles asked, standing as he

      spoke and moving to the small desk in the kitchen where

      he'd been keeping the Bible. When he came back, Cash

      opened the book and showed him the verse. Virginia

      pressed in to see as well.

      For the next few minutes Cash took them to passages

      that spoke of God and His expectations of the people He

      created. Both Virginia and Charles were very attentive.

      Cash didn't press his parents, and after just a short time, he

      sat back and was quiet

      Virginia was the first to speak. "Charles, would you

      mind terribly if we didn't leave for Europe this month?"

      "No, I wouldn't, but why wait?"

      "I just want to hear more of what Pastor Cooper has to

      say. I want to go this morning and next week too. If we're

      leaving soon, I might be distracted."

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      Charles took her hand, and for a long time they looked

      at each other.

      "I'm a stubborn old man," he said, having forgotten

      Cash's presence.

      "You're in good company then/' Virginia said, her eyes

      still on his. "You're married to a stubborn old woman."

      Charles raised Virginia's hand and kissed it, but they

      weren't distracted with each other for very long. This subject

      was too urgent in their minds. Only seconds passed

      before they had more questions for their oldest son.

      *3r

      "What are you doing?" Liberty asked her husband when

      she found him poised outside the dosed kitchen door. She

      was ready for the service long before she needed to be, and

      because she'd already had some juice, she was hungry.

      "Cash is talking to the folks about spiritual issues,"

      Slater responded, his voice low. "I don't want to interrupt."

      Liberty nodded. She couldn't really hear what was being

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      said, but she was quiet with her husband. They stood for a

      moment longer until Slater glanced at his wife's face. As

      usual she looked a little pale in the morning. He knew it

      would help if she could eat.

      "How about," he started, "I take you out to breakfast?"

      "All right. Do I need a sweater?"

      "I'll keep you warm."

      Liberty smiled in delight as he took her hand and led her

      to the front door. An impulsive outing was always fun in

      her mind, and she loved having time with her spouse, but

      even as they left, both husband and wife remembered to

      pray for the people in the kitchen.

      "YOUR father gave me the longest hug he's given me in

      years," Gretchen Rawlings told Cash, Slater, and Liberty

      after the train pulled out of the St. Louis station. "I don't

      know when I've seen him so tender."

      The older woman's eyes misted over, and her three

      grandchildren let silence fall, but they understood just

      what she meant. The questions and discussions they'd had

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      in the last few days and the interest they saw in Charles

      and Virginia had given them all renewed hope that

      someday they might set their faith, their future, in Christ.

      It was five days after the wedding and time for all of

      them to head home. Before catching their own train back to

      spend a week on the gulf, Darvi and Dakota had spent a

      few days on their own and then come back to the Rawlngses'

      house to open gifts. Now these other four would

      ride together as far as Dallas before Slater and Liberty

      would connect to one train and Cash and his grandmother

      to another.

      Everyone was on the quiet side. It had been a tiring

      time--fun, but draining both physically and emotionally.

      The family was weary. And Liberty was not just tired--she

      was hungry. She had not felt up to eating before they left,

      so it wasn't surprising that she was ready for food not too

      many miles down the tracks. The young couple asked the

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      others to join them in the dining car, but both Cash and

      Grandma Rawlings declined.

      "I'm rather glad we're on our own for a moment, Cash,"

      Gretchen turned from the window to say.

      "Why is that?"

      'I've been meaning to tell you that you need to get married."

      Cash looked at her, hardly able to believe his ears.

      "You're the fourth person to tell me that in a week," he

      admitted quietly and found his grandmother's eyes

      widening in surprise.

      His face was so serious that she put a hand on his arm.

      "I'm sorry, Cash. Truly I am. That was very insensitive of

      me."

      And that was all. No "buts," no explanation of good

      intentions or having only his happiness and well-being in

      mind--just an apology.

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      Cash smiled at her and she smiled in return, and

      although they shared no other words, Cash's heart was

      very thoughtful.

      It zoos never my intention to lie the last one, but it's not as if

      I'd planned it. I couldn't be happier for my brothers, but seeing

      them get married doesn't change anything in my life. Cash let

      his heart be quiet for a moment, and then he spoke to the

      Lord. You don't have this for me yet. I don't need to even ask

      about it. I can see it with my awn eyes. I feel I'm ready to be married,

      but You know me best.

      Cash could see that this was all
    he could say to God. He

      could thank God and trust Him for the future, but he

      couldn't expect God to act on something just because he

      felt the time was right in his human mind.

      Cash's own sense of weariness suddenly intensified. He

      was so glad for the time he'd had with the family, but right

      now he was tired. A glance at his grandmother, whose

      stamina always amazed him, told him she was settling in

      for sleep too. Cash had no problem joining her. Even

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      knowing he would have to move when Slater and Liberty

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      came back, he stretched his long legs toward the seat across

      from him and let his body slouch down into comfort so he

      could sleep.

      %r -Sinkade,

      Texas

      There weren't too many trains into Kinkade each day,

      but Reagan had taken an early one. She had a name,

      William Harmond, and an address, and in her mind that

      was enough. She wasn't as fresh as she would like to have

      been for a first meeting with her new employer but felt sure

      he would understand.

      The platform cleared swiftly, and Reagan was glad to

      have a moment to look around. She liked what she could

      see of Kinkade. It looked to be on the quiet side and

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      nowhere near as large as her neighborhood in New York;

      she could tell that it was a town just her size.

      "Excuse me," Reagan said when a man in uniform

      passed by. "May I ask you a question?"

      "Certainly, miss. What can I do for you?"

      "I'm looking for a Mr. William Harmond. Could you

      possibly tell me where he lives?"

      "Yes, ma'am, it just so happens he lives next to my aunt

      You go to the middle of town, and then a block to the north,

      turn left, and he's the third house on the right."

      Reagan beamed at him. She never dreamed she would

      hear such clear directions.

      "Thank you, sir."

      The man watched her walk away, a small smile on his

      face as he shook his head a little. She had smiled at him as

      though he'd given her a sack of gold.

      Reagan did not look back. She moved toward downtown,

      a woman with a mission, her eyes swiftly scanning

      the storefronts. She watched the door of the general store

      just being opened, reminded again of the early hour. It was

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      a brisk day, but not at all cold like New York. Reagan had

      everything she could do not to smile and greet everyone

      she saw.

      A bit of preoccupation over one advertisement in the

      barber shop window almost made her miss her turn, but

      with just a few maneuvers, she was on her way again. It

      didn't take long to find that the instructions had been perfect

      Doing exactly as she'd been told, she stood in front of

      a large, well-kept home and saw the name Harmond on the

      porch. Thinking there was no time like the present, Reagan

      started up the walk.

      A brisk knock on the wide wood door produced a

      woman. She didn't look like a servant, and Reagan could

      only hope he hadn't hired someone else.

      "May I help you?" the woman asked.

      "Yes, please. I'm Reagan Sullivan. I'm looking for Mr.

      William Harmond."

      The woman nodded, and Reagan thought she looked at

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      her oddly.

      "I'll get him for you" was all she said before leaving

      Reagan on the front porch.

      "Well, at least she didn't shut the door completely," the

      nanny muttered, wondering what to think of what had just

      happened. She wasn't given much time. Within seconds

      the door opened wide and a man stood there.

      "Miss Sullivan?"

      "Yes. Are you Mr. Harmond?"

      "I am. Won't you please come in?"

      "Thank you."

      Her heart surging with excitement, seeing now that it

      was all going to work out fine, Reagan stepped across the

      threshold.

      "You didn't get my letter," Mr. Harmond began before

      Reagan could even set down her bag.

      "Yes, I did," she said plainly. "I wouldn't be here otherwise."

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      William Harmond hesitated, his mind scrambling for

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      words.

      In that instant, Reagan knew something was wrong, and

      it wasn't hard to figure that the woman at the door had

      something to do with it. Nevertheless she was going to

      wait for this man to admit it

      "How is it you got my letter if you're just now arriving?

      I mailed it two weeks ago."

      Reagan smiled. "I left early and took a little time to see

      the country."

      Mr. Harmond nodded. He had hoped to avoid this, but

      now he had no choice.

      "I must tell you, Miss Sullivan, that since I contacted you

      the first time, I've taken a wife."

      "Have you now?" she asked calmly.

      "Yes."

      "And that would have been mentioned in this letter that

      I missed?"

      "Yes. I'm sorry you've had to come all this way."

      Reagan eyed him for a moment and then let her gaze

      take in the foyer. It would have been a nice place to work.

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      "Well, I guess thaf s the end of it," she said, not with a

      stinging tone but one that spoke of regret.

      "I'm sorry."

      Reagan smiled at him and started toward the door. Mr.

      Harmond was there ahead of her, his gaze anxious as he

      watched her. For this reason he saw the exact moment she

      stopped. He froze when she turned to him, not at all sure

      what she might do or say.

      "Who did you marry?"

      Nearly flabbergasted at the question, the man still managed,

      "Beth Barton."

      "Where did she work?"

      "She was a cook at the hotel."

      Mr. Harmond was awarded one of the smiles that drew

      people to Reagan.

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      "I'll have to head there then, won't I? "They'll be needing

      a cook."

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      William Harmond couldn't stop his shoulders from

      shaking. He'd never encountered anyone with such charm

      and pluck.

      "Good day," Reagan said as she moved out the door,

      across the porch, and down the steps. She was halfway

      down the walk when he called her name. Reagan turned to

      see him approaching.

      "This is for you," he said, his hand outstretched to offer

      money to her. "I only sent half your train fare because I

      didn't know if you'd really come, but this should be

      enough to get you home if the hotel has already hired

      someone."

      Reagan took the money without hesitation.

      "I thank you, Mr. Harmond. As I don't even know

      where I'm sleeping tonight, I thank you indeed."

      They parted company then, Reagan back to the main

      street of town and Mr. Harmond back to his wife. Mr. Harmond

      was not sorry he'd married; indeed, he was quite

      content, and Reagan, although sorry the job didn't pan out,

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      felt it was early enough in the day to still land on her feet.

      "3r Sr

      Russell Bennett, a
    mountain of a man, wiped the sweat

      from his brow, put down his hammer and tongs, and

      stepped away from the forge in his blacksmith's shop. He

      needed a drink and a rest from the fire. Business was brisk,

      and this was his day to work in the shop. He wouldn't

      make calls to the ranches until Monday. Not only taking a

      drink but pouring some on his neck as well, Russell had

      only just set the water jug aside when he spotted her.

      Standing in the middle of the double doorway, right

      where the horses came and went, was a small, dark-haired

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      woman. She stood erect, a single bag grasped by both

      hands and held in front of her.

      "Can I help you?"

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      "I don't know, but I was wondering what I need to rent

      one of your stalls for a time."

      "You need a horse."

      Reagan nodded.

      "Would you say a horse is a pretty expensive item,

      something a person would want watched with care?"

      Trying not to smile, Russell said, "I would agree with

      that, yes."

      "Well, that being the case, would it be possible to leave

      my bag in a stall for a time? I've got business here in

      Kinkade, and the bag's heavy enough to add inches to my

      arms."

      Russell did smile then. He also pointed toward a stall.

      "No one will disturb your bag if you leave it right

      there."

      "Right here?" Reagan asked, setting the bag down so

      that it couldn't be seen from the door.

      "That's the place."

      Regan brought up the small purse that hung from her

      wrist to look for a coin.

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      "You don't need to pay me."

      Reagan eyed him.

      "Are you going to rent that stall and let some animal

      step on my things?"

      Russell laughed at this, a booming sound that made

      Reagan smile.

      "No," he told her, still chuckling. "I close down at five.

      Just be back before then so you can get your things."

      "I thank you, sir."

      "What's your business?" he asked her as she began to

      walk away.

      Reagan answered with only a glance over her shoulder.

      "I'm job hunting."

      That said, she continued on her way.

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      Russell stood still for a moment, a smile on his face. His

      own dear Holly would have to meet this one. Unless he

      missed his guess, she was too independent by half and just

      might need a friend in Kinkade.

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      $r

      "I need to see the manager," Reagan said for the second

      time.

      "What about?" the little man at the rear of the dining

     

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