Sienna Moon, a Short Love Story - Page 1
studied the newcomer through the blind of ripened summer wheat. The sun was glinting amid a backdrop of dark
blue sky, emphasizing the stranger vividly through the distance.
assumed he was at the ranch to barter for the wheat as the other ranchers from
the plains had done for the past months.
Rain had fallen generously here in the valley, but most of the other
areas in the state had suffered substantially by the drought.
shifted her feet uneasily and stomped off a line of fire ants that had traveled
up to the rim of her brown dingo boots.
After silently cursing the determined little creatures, her attention
soon fell to the stranger again.
interesting, she swiftly decided. Very
few younger men entered this strip of desolate country; generally the visitors
were cultured old cowboys and obese businessmen.
strangerís voice carried with the supple southerly breeze and she perked her
ears with great effort to hear him speak to Raul, one of her fatherís farm
workers. The stranger was communicating
in English and Raul was suffering greatly, his dialogue broken and his words
coming out in muffled tones as he attempted a response.
dark troubled eyes relaxed when he caught sight of her. Immediately, he beckoned Maggie in a strong
volley of Spanish. She tensed, wishing
Raul didnít have such keen eyesight. She
was enjoying her seclusion amid the wheat.
stepped out and walked slowly to them, the strangerís eyes curiously running
over her small form as she had exited from her hiding place. Obviously, he knew she had been watching in
silence and she was acutely aware of his slow, deliberate gaze that spanned
over her curved form. She felt like a
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