by Glover, Ruth
“No,” she said as steadily as she could considering that her breath was ragged in her throat, and her heart was thudding to an erratic beat.
Watching the wordless interchange, Molly whispered, “Well, what do you know!”
Angus, with a smile and a shrug, said, “I’ll tend to the cows, lad.” Not too old to be remembering the ways of young love, he added simply, “The horse and buggy are still at the door.”
Cameron held out his hand and Margo took it. Together they stepped out into the shadows of the northland’s long evening. And though her black and curly hair reached almost to his chin, “Come, wee Margo,” he said. “Come explore Bliss with me.”
Ruth Glover was born and raised in the Saskatchewan bush country of Canada. As a writer, she has contributed to dozens of publications such as Decision and Home Life. Ruth and her husband, Hal, a pastor, now live in Oregon.
