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Weary Traveler, Come Home [MultiFormat]
eBook by Gloria Jean
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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description:  Mariah, a widow struggling to raise her three children on a small farm in Midwestern Canada in the '30s, is determined to succeed alone. She works hard, along with her two young sons, Jonathan and Seth. Nellie Lynn, her little girl, also helps out when she's not busy dressing the family hound dog in doll clothes. Each night, Mariah talks to her dead husband's picture, and tells him no one can ever take his place. No one, that is, until a weary traveler shows up at her gate for a cool drink, and makes the devastating mistake of letting his shirt fall open?
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press/Vintage Rose, Published: 2009
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2009
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [153 KB]
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, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [561 KB]
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, OEBFF Format (IMP) [220 KB]
Words: 45490
Reading time: 129-181 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: d3037
 
"What would you be wanting?" Mariah asked, the gun aimed at the stranger's chest. The man would die if he so much as moved a finger toward her. Jacob had taught Mariah well; she was a crack shot, and the stranger would be foolish to argue with the business end of that rifle.
"Just a drink of water, ma'am. Been walking a long time. I haven't seen a creek with water in it for miles. Just a drink, ma'am. And I shore would 'preciate you aiming that gun the other way. I ain't here to harm you."
Mariah took in the dusty boots, the tattered clothes. He was about Jacob's age, and the same build. He seemed harmless enough. But a woman had to be careful. Stories of trouble and tragedy ruled the prairies.
It was true about the water--they were in the middle of the worst drought in years. She was lucky to have a spring out back. It never went dry. Living near the tree line on the prairie helped.
"There's a watering trough by the barn. Take what you want. You'll have to prime the pump. Then be on your way. I mean it, or you'll be wearing buckshot."
The man put his hands up. His shirt fell open, exposing a tanned lean belly. Mariah felt her innards stir. It had been so long. The farm was nestled at the base of the hills, far from the nearest town. Jacob had liked it that way. The towns were filled with rough characters.
Seldom did anyone stray as far as the hills. It was a good place to raise children, but it could be lonely.
"I told you, I just want a drink. Please don't point that thing at me. I'm telling you, ma'am, I'm just trying to get back to my old home place. Could I bother you for a jug to take some water with me?"
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