She chuckled and brushed her fingers over the fine hair on John’s head. “I want a girl next time, and we’ll name her Rosie.”
“A girl... but—”
“Shh. Come. Lie down with us.” With the baby in the crook of her elbow, she moved over and made room for him. He stretched out on top of the quilt and rolled to his side, folding an elbow beneath his ear and stretching a protective arm across the baby to Linnea’s hip.
Outside, somewhere on the prairie, the horses ran free. And Russian thistles rolled before the wind. And upon the derrick of a windmill the dry, tan husks of last summer’s morning glories still clung while the blades rapped softly above. But inside, a man and wife lay close, watching their son sleep, thinking of their tomorrows and the blessings to be reaped, the life to be lived to its fullest... the minutes, the days, the years.
Copyright © 1986 by LaVyrle Spencer
All rights reserved. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.
This book is dedicated with love
to all my readers,
to the many I’ve met
and the many more I haven’t,
but especially to those
whose faithful letters
just keep coming.
A special thank you to
Arvid Gafkjen and Meredith Sogard Gafkjen,
whose memories of Alamo, North Dakota,
inspired this book.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
Table of Contents
Cover
Title Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Copyright
Dedication
Contents