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Heart In Hand a Western Romance
Heart In Hand a Western Romance
Heart In Hand a Western Romance
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Heart In Hand a Western Romance

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A fast moving fictional romance. The location moves from Buffalo, New York to a Montana cattle ranch. A lonely widow answers an ad in a lonely hearts magazine and gets involved with a hard drinking cowboy.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherLulu.com
Release dateDec 19, 2014
ISBN9781312768291
Heart In Hand a Western Romance

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    Heart In Hand a Western Romance - Burr Cook

    Heart In Hand a Western Romance

    Heart In Hand, a Western Romance

    Copyright 2014 Burr Cook

    All Rights Reserved

    ISBN: 978-1-312-76829-1

    Chapter 1 East

    Charlotte Barrie lived in a large home in Buffalo, New York. Her neighbors considered her to be wealthy by their standards. She could have moved to a better part of the city but she didn’t. Her father and husband had been in the shipping business on Lake Erie, on the Erie Canal and by rail. They had owned large warehouses where they stored all sorts of commodities and took advantage of price fluctuations. They had both died in a boat accident on Lake Erie. It was not known exactly where or how it happened; they just failed to come back from a rare trip. Her mother also died young after a long illness of unknown origin. Her wealth was stored in banks and she seldom used more than just interest. She continued to live in the home that she had once shared with her husband.

    Charlotte was not particularly attractive nor was she homely at age 39. She dressed modestly but was always well groomed with her long brown curls flowing down her back. It was never revealed if they were natural or artificial. She employed a housekeeper who came every day except Sunday. The maid kept the big house clean and in good order but Charlotte did her own cooking and always ate well.

    On Sundays she attended a nearby Presbyterian Church; mainly for the purpose of socializing with the neighborhood ladies and after the service they gathered in the church basement where there was a kitchen and a large dining area. They made coffee and tea and shared desserts supplied by a committee. After leaving the church they would meet in various homes where they digested all of the news of happenings around the city. Charlotte enjoyed the interaction with the church ladies but was never quite satisfied that this was all there is to life. Something was missing. She thought of traveling but kept putting it off.

    Christmas came on a Sunday this year and Charlotte went to church like all Sunday mornings. She was disappointed that not many of her friends stayed for tea at the church on Christmas. There was one lady that she didn’t know well who was hanging around so Charlotte introduced herself. She learned that the woman’s name was Alta Bowman and that she was new to Buffalo. When they were the only two people left in the building Alta invited Charlotte to come to her home and she accepted with pleasure. She dreaded being home alone on Christmas.

    Alta lived in a small house that was in need of a lot of repair. She obviously wasn’t rich by any means. In fact her furniture was ready for the trash heap. Once coffee was made and both women were relaxed Charlotte said I hope you don’t think me a busy body or someone who wants to intrude into your affairs, but may I say something a little personal?

    Anything said in friendship is not intrusive, Charlotte.

    I’m glad you feel that way so here it is. My mother passed away several years ago and after settling her estate and her house was sold I stored her furniture in my attic and some in the basement. My friends advised me to advertise it for sale. They said it would bring a good price but I just couldn’t bring myself to sell my mother’s things.

    Alta spoke up then asking are you rich or something?

    I was left with a comfortable savings. I’ll never run out, my dear.

    So what will you do with her stuff?

    That’s just what I was getting around to Alta I would like for you to come to my home and look the things over and pick out any that you can use. It’s almost new. We could get help from the church people to move it. What do you think?

    Well Charlotte I’m not going to be too proud to accept.

    "That’s great. Why don’t you come over on Wednesday before the prayer meeting? In fact come to dinner.

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