“So the highlands?” Ira nodded and tugged the reins, moving up the trail. Oscar swung his rifle to the back, away from… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“I’m sorry,” she said, wishing she could say something more meaningful. “I’m not. If he’d been a good uncle, I’d have stayed… — Angie Frazier Clean slate Copy Share Image
“You weren’t supposed to choose me,” he said. Behind them, Ira approached, stunned and speechless for what must have been the first… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Don’t look so grim. When you get home, I’m sure Randall will buy you all the rings you want. One for every… — Angie Frazier Careless words Copy Share Image
