![]() The late March sun glared off blinding patches of snow that remained on the ground and still blanketed the surrounding hills. Small wonder.Ī chill breeze came up and caught the long ends of her hair, flapping them across her face. She hadn't thought to put on her worn gloves before she came out here. Wincing at the fire in her hands, she lifted them to look at the blisters forming on her palms. Her skirt was solid mud from waist to hem. L iberty Garrison Ross momentarily straightened from her task and leaned on the shovel handle, flexing her back. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return to and purchase your own copy. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. ![]()
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