Hazelanne (Widows of Wildcat Ridge Book 15) by Linda Carroll-Bradd

Author:Linda Carroll-Bradd [Carroll-Bradd, Linda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Inked Figments
Published: 2019-04-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

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ll week as Hazelanne completed the chores and experimented with the loom, she anticipated what she’d wear and what they’d talk about. Wanting to make the most of their time together, she planned to find out what was his favorite meal. Then, on the following Saturday, she’d request it be brought out as soon as he arrived, so their conversation wouldn’t be interrupted by the waiter’s questions. Even in her thoughts, she was jealous of the small amount of time their visit would last.

The Saturday following the funeral dawned bright and sunny. Looking at the dinner appointment as the start of their courtship, Hazelanne prepared a bath, using the laundry tub. Only a sliver remained of the almond-honey soap she brought from home. As she lathered the soap, she savored its silky feel on her skin. Not enough time remained to dry her hair in front of the fireplace, so she plaited it in thick braids starting at her forehead and curving the twist to her nape.

Her lemon-yellow skirtwaist, patterned with the tan outlines of various flowers, and a matching belt was her favorite outfit. Finally, the weather was warm enough for her to use only a crocheted shawl as a wrap. Twice during the week, she’d practiced harnessing Blackie to the buckboard, and she’d accomplished the task faster the second time.

The last drive into Wildcat Ridge had taken less than thirty minutes, she thought. On the day of the funeral she hadn’t paid enough attention. Today, she kept Blackie at a steady trot and would time the trip. As the wagon rolled along, she debated in what order to tell him all that happened during the week. Would he want to know about the animals first or the progress she made with working the loom? Of course, the polite way was to ask him about his week. Just as Mama had always done when Papa returned home each evening. Mama had listened as he relayed the day’s events, giving him an occasional smile or a nod. But Hazelanne didn’t feel like her relationship with Brice had that luxury of time.

The clopping of Blackie’s hooves on the wooden bridge over Moose Creek brought her out of her musings. She guided the horse left onto Front Street, and a few moments later, she eased back on the reins and stopped the wagon in front of Sugar & Spice Bakery. After securing the reins, she climbed down and then waved at Susannah through the window as she set out yummy-looking cookies in metal trays.

Did Brice like sweets? Should she take a chance and buy something for the next leg of his route? Yet another detail she would need to learn. The thought thrilled her, and she bounced down the boardwalk to stand in front of the café. Flutterings dashed through her stomach like when the piglets scrambled over each other to reach the new scraps in the feeding trough. These last few minutes of waiting were harder than all week.

Why did

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