In Search of Gold

By Mildred Colvin

Gold is a harsh taskmaster, but true love endures forever.

Sarah Rohmeier fell for David Latshaw the first time she saw him when she was only fourteen years old. Even her parents’ disapproval couldn’t change her mind. Mama said his father was a drunk, and the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. But Sarah loved David and couldn’t imagine being married to anyone else. When she was seventeen, he finally asked to come calling, and she knew she’d be his forever.

David was fifteen when he fell in love with Sarah, but he felt inferior around her family. He’d never be good enough for her, but he promised to give her everything she wanted. His dream was to make her happy. Someday, he’d be as rich as her Grandpa Atwood, even if he had to trudge through a deadly wilderness to reach the Alaska Gold Rush.

He also promised he’d never leave her, and he didn’t in his heart. But he’d do anything for her, even if it meant spending a year away seeking his fortune then landing at death’s door.

Can their love survive the test of separation? Will David lose everything before he realizes happiness comes from a heart in service to God? When will he understand he’s searching for false riches while the true gold his heart craves has been within reach all along?

Experience Sarah’s and David’s marriage as they waver in the loss of their dreams and the harsh reality of a long distance relationship without God as their center. Watch them grow through joys and heartbreak of life and love during the 1890s.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mildred Colvin
• Release date: Jun 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463450253

Mildred Colvin

Mildred Colvin is a wife, mother of three, and grandmother to three beautiful girls. She started writing when her children were young as they asked for stories. Not from a book. No! They were only satisfied when she made up stories. As the stories grew, she wrote some down and sent them off to magazines. Eight were published before her imagination turned toward love stories, which is what she enjoys reading.She has been writing Christian or clean and wholesome romance since 2001. Over the years several readers from pre-teens to older kids in their eighties and nineties have written expressing their interest in her books. She always loves to hear about one of her stories touching someone's heart. Her purpose in writing is to encourage, entertain, and bless someone else.She lives in the United States and sets her characters in the middle states from Texas to Nebraska and Iowa and reaching across Illinois to Colorado. She also has an Oregon Trail series, but the Great Plains states are her favorite setting.She is active in a very special critique group and has written and published over 60 books in both historical and contemporary themes, and plans to continue writing as long as God allows. He has been good in giving her many ideas for stories. Maybe more than she will be able to finish, but she enjoys each one.Please take a moment to visit her website at www.mildredcolvin.weebly.com, and sign up for her Romantic Reflections Newsletter to learn when new books are released. Also learn of promotions and free books through her newsletter.And take a look at her books. You might find something you don't want to put down.

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Chapter 1

Bear Creek, Colorado, 1890

Sarah Rohmeier stepped from the cold, spitting snow into the warmth of the schoolroom. She took in the transformation from boring classroom to their gaily decorated annual October box supper. Her twin cousins, Clinton and Clifton, followed her inside.

Will you be all right? Clifton hesitated as Clinton edged away. Obviously they didn’t want to babysit her. As if she needed their care. After all, she was only one year younger.

She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. Of course, I will. Go on and have fun.

All right, if you’re sure. Clifton stepped back. If you need us for anything just yell.

Never would she and he knew it! His grin mirrored hers before he turned and followed his brother into the crowded room.

Pete Hoskins stepped in front of her. I’m going to buy your box, Sarah.

His wide, stain-toothed grin set her teeth on edge. He must have been waiting until the twins left before showing himself. Repulsion swept through her as she stepped around him and quickened her steps to the front of the room.

He fell in behind as a hungry and hopeful pup might do then stopped and watched Sarah place her box on the table. Well now, that sure is pretty.

She searched the room with desperate eyes. Surely there was someone … As if she’d dreamed them up, her brother’s best friend, Samuel Garrison, stood at the far corner with his sister and her fiancé.

She brushed past. Excuse me, Pete. I see some friends I need to speak to.

Remember, Sarah, he stepped aside, his grin revealing the transfer of his plug of Even Change from one side of his mouth to the other. I got three dollars, and I’m gonna bid it all on your box.

She hurried away before the gag choking her turned into something much worse. She peeked over her shoulder to make sure Pete hadn’t followed then continued to her friends. Samuel, are you with a young lady tonight?

No, I’m with Michael and Melissa. His raised eyebrows asked for an explanation.

She sighed. Would you do me a tremendous favor? Would you bid on my box? Mama and Aunt Jane cooked everything in it, so you know it’s good. She lifted her most imploring look.

Before Samuel could speak, Michael leaned forward. Pete told me you were his girl. He said he was going to buy your box.

Sarah shuddered. He chews tobacco, and I’m not sure he’s ever … bathed. Her cheeks warmed, but she didn’t back down.

He is disgusting. Melissa hooked her arm through Michael’s. He’s really sweet on Sarah, and you shouldn’t tease her. You can help her, can’t you, Samuel?

Which box is yours? Samuel gave Sarah a half-grin.

The one on the end with the red ribbon. She released her breath in a rush and sucked in fresh air. Thank you, Samuel. You are a wonderful friend.

Samuel’s response faded as she turned toward the outside door, drawn by one certain man’s presence in a way she’d never understood. But there he was, as she’d known he would be.

David Latshaw stepped in and moved to one side while his gaze swept the room as if he was searching for something … or someone. Please, let his gaze stop on me.

Sarah’s pulse raced. He wore blue denim Levi’s and a blue plaid shirt. His coat lay across his arm while he gripped his wide-brimmed black Stetson in the other hand. He looked ill at ease, but oh, so handsome. As far as she was concerned, David was the only man in the room.

Music played, announcements were made, but Sarah heard little of the activities around her as her attention centered on the back of the room.

What’ll you give me for this pretty box? The auctioneer’s booming voice broke through the pounding of Sarah’s heart.

She glanced forward then back at David. This could be her last chance to talk to him for months. Weeks for certain. Acting demure and lady-like had gotten her nowhere. The time had come to take drastic action. She’d gladly gamble everything on the hope that David liked her enough to bid on her supper. A sigh escaped. If he didn’t after she told Samuel not to, she’d have to eat with Pete. Oh, well, it was a chance she’d have to take.

She tugged Samuel’s sleeve and he bent down. Her voice carried only to his ears. Don’t buy my box, Samuel. I’ve changed my mind.

Decide you want to eat with Pete after all? He grinned.

No, David Latshaw is here. I want him to have a chance to buy it. She lifted her chin and gave Samuel a smile. That purple one is Martha Smith’s. She’s not very pretty, but she’s a fantastic cook.

Samuel nodded. Well, that’s what I came for … a good meal. That’s the reason I was willing to bid on the box your mom and aunt fixed. He gave her a quick wink then lifted his hand to bid a dollar on the purple box.

Sarah glanced toward David, but he didn’t seem to notice. Oh, what had she done? With a deep breath to call up more courage, she straightened her spine and headed his direction. The time had come to make her move. Pounding in her chest grew louder with each step she took. But if she didn’t do this now …

As she drew close, David turned, and their eyes met.

I can’t do it. Her steps faltered while rejection whispered in one ear. As if playing tug-a-war, determination pulled her to complete this bold risk. And won. Another deep breath brought her to David. Pausing for only a moment, she blurted on a burst of air. Mine’s the one on the end with the red bow.

Before he could react, she pivoted an about face, her shoes beating a staccato back to her friends. Her breath came in quick puffs as if she’d run a mile in the short time since she’d started the fool-hardy journey. What had she done? He’d have nothing to do with her now.

Just before joining Martha to claim his dinner, Samuel leaned down and whispered, I hope you don’t have to eat with Pete.

Me, too. Those two short words were as much as she could get out. Her misery blocked out the activity around her. Somewhere in the background the auctioneer’s voice became a drone with no meaning as she relived her actions. How could she have been so bold? She’d practically thrown herself at David. It’d be a wonder if he ever spoke to her again or so much as looked her way.

Sarah, are you all right? Melissa’s hand on her shoulder jarred her from the dreamlike state.

She blinked as her friend came into focus.

Your box sold. You need to join the young man who bought it. Melissa’s eyes sparkled as if they held a secret.

Who … who? Sarah couldn’t finish her question. If Pete bought her box …

Melissa’s smile grew. It looks like you’ll have to eat with David Latshaw. I hope that’s all right. Pete didn’t look very happy when he was bested by a whole dollar.

David bought her box. The truth took hold slowly, but when it did, her heart soared. She looked around, searching. David? David bought my box?

Yes. Melissa laughed and her fiancé chuckled.

You’d better go claim the box. Michael urged with a tilt of his head. I think David’s waiting.

David was waiting for her. Such sweet words. Sarah hurried forward and within minutes sat across the table from him, her smile no doubt exposing the inner leaping of her heart. Long black lashes fringed his eyes. His mouth was beautiful, wide and expressive. He talked to her, more than he ever had before, sharing his dreams, but she couldn’t think beyond the fact that he had purchased her box. He wanted to be with her.

I’m hoping to get my dairy business up and running before too much longer. He looked into her eyes. I know folks say it won’t work, but there’s a need here. Most everyone runs beef cattle. Having a dairy would be good and not much competition.

Yes, that’s true. She’d have agreed to anything he said.

He ate and talked after each bite, seeming to enjoy the food.

She watched his mouth. She was almost eighteen and had never been kissed. A tremor of delight ran through her inner being. What would it be like the first time David kissed her? Each minute passed without her awareness while he shared his plans, and she murmured encouragement. If only they could stay forever, but from the corner of her eye, she recognized her cousin Clifton winding his way toward her.

Sarah, are you ready to go? He looked from her to David. Hey, Latshaw! How’re things going out your way?

Doing fine. David stood and the two men shook hands. How about you?

Keepin’ busy, that’s for sure. Clifton glanced at Sarah again. Sure hate to break up your meal, but morning comes awful early.

Sure, I can relate to that. David shifted his weight then lifted his hat from the edge of the table. Uh, would it be all right if I walk Sarah out to your wagon?

Clifton’s eyebrows lifted slightly before he backed away. That’s fine. I’ll tell Clinton you’re coming. Thanks, David.

Sarah glared after her cousin as he left the building. Thanks for what? Taking her off their hands for a few more minutes? Then she forgot about annoying cousins and fell into step with the one man she’d dreamed of since she was only fourteen years old. She still remembered when he’d slipped into the desk behind her almost four years ago. She’d turned around to find shiny dark hair, a firm jaw, and an adorable dimple in his square chin. But his eyes as they met hers won her heart right then. They were the blue of an early morning sky, while a light gray of thinning fog softened them. She’d never grown tired of looking, and she never would.

As they walked, David didn’t touch her, but he stopped before they reached the twins’ wagon. He twisted his hat in his hands then finally spoke in a low voice. Sarah, may I call on you?

Surely her feet had left the ground as she floated in some plane of thrilling wonder where dreams come true. She resisted the urge to clear her throat in case her voice came out in a squeal of pleasure. Taking a calming breath, she spoke in her most lady-like tones. Yes, please do.

A smile brightened his face as he nodded. Together they continued to the wagon.

~*~

That night while she prepared for bed, Sarah’s heart still raced as David’s image filled her mind. He liked her. She could scarcely believe what had happened. She had no sooner snuggled under the covers than her mother tapped on the doorframe and entered.

How was the box supper tonight?

It was wonderful. Sarah watched her mother’s face in the dim light of the lamp still burning beside her bed. David Latshaw asked if he could come calling, and I told him yes.

When her mother picked up a quilt from the foot of the bed and spread it over her, Sarah felt cheated. She’d wanted to share her happiness, not be ignored. There, that should keep you warm.

Mama, didn’t you hear what I just said?

I heard you, Sarah. Mama sat on the edge of the bed. I don’t want you to see the Latshaw boy.

If her mother had slapped her, she couldn’t have been more surprised. But, Mama—

I know you’re infatuated with this boy, but you’ll get over it.

Infatuated? How could Mama be so obtuse? In the first place, David was a man, not a boy. And she loved him. She always had, and she always would. You don’t understand.

Mama shook her head. I do understand, Sarah. You know what David’s father was like.

Sarah rose to her elbow. But he isn’t like his father. David’s clean and—

That may be. Mama reached out and smoothed Sarah’s hair from her face. Remember the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Sarah jerked away from the caressing hand. What’s that supposed to mean?

It means David’s father drank himself to death. You know how I feel about spirits, Sarah. Liquor is a destroyer.

David doesn’t drink. Honestly, she didn’t know if he did or not, but how could he possibly have any bad habits? He was perfect in her eyes.

But he has that weakness. The sins of the father are passed on to the children even unto the fourth generation. It’s in his blood, Sarah.

There’s nothing wrong with David’s blood. You don’t even know him. He’s good, and clean, and ambitious, and moral.

Even if all that were true, he isn’t for you. I could overlook his background if he was a Christian, but he isn’t.

Just because he doesn’t go to church doesn’t mean he’s a heathen.

Mama stood. We won’t discuss this any further. She leaned over and kissed Sarah’s cheek. Next spring after you graduate you can go to Denver and spend the summer with Laura and your grandparents. Mama Rose will introduce you to some nice young Christian men.

I don’t want some stuffed-shirt—

You’re too young to know what you want or need. Mama tucked the quilt securely around Sarah and dropped a kiss on her forehead then moved toward the doorway. In Denver you’ll meet many young professional men from a background similar to your own. In the meantime, I’d prefer that you don’t see David Latshaw.

Before Sarah could utter a single complaint, Mama stepped into the hall. Goodnight, Sunshine, sweet dreams. She pulled the door closed behind her.

Sarah threw the extra quilt to the foot of the bed. What was Mama trying to do? Smother her? She lay back and held her arms in a tight grip across her chest while her lower lip pushed out. Ideas began forming in her mind and grew momentum as she relaxed. Mama couldn’t keep her from seeing David. She’d wanted him for years, and nothing was going to stand in her way. There was more than one defense against Mama’s ultimatum.

David Latshaw would soon be hers.

Chapter 2

Monday morning Sarah rode her horse into town to visit her married cousin Lydia Smith. Taking an unexpected detour down Main Street, she saw David before he was halfway to the Post Office door. Calling out to him might attract more attention than she wanted. Instead, she jumped from Buttercup’s back almost before she stopped.

Hello, David. Surely no one would think it unusual for her to greet a former classmate, even if she’d had to raise her voice to get his attention. She glanced to each side, but no one seemed to notice. How are you?

Fine, and you? His eyes brightened above a slow grin that always turned her knees to rubber.

I’m surely fine now. She stopped in front of him, keeping her voice low for his ears only as an older gentleman walked past. Will you be attending the play party at the Hunt’s?

Maybe not, seeing as I didn’t get an invitation. David’s eyes seemed to reflect the sky above as they met hers.

Of course, you’re invited. Sarah brushed away his excuse with a quick wave of her hand. Simply everyone is coming.

In that case, I’d like to escort you. His eyes darkened. Should I speak to your father first?

Well. Her eyelashes lowered toward her cheeks while her fingers laced together. Maybe not quite yet. Her gaze lifted to his again as the solution to her problem became crystal clear bringing renewed courage. After all, it wasn’t a lie. Mama said she preferred Sarah didn’t see David. She hadn’t forbidden her to see him. This way she could spare his feelings and keep Mama from finding out they were together.

She took a deep breath before the words rushed out. It’s just that my mother thinks I shouldn’t have young gentleman callers until I’ve graduated from high school. She shrugged. Silly, I know, but that’s the way it is.

David stared into her eyes a short while until a tender smile formed and he nodded. She’s right, you shouldn’t. It’s important to finish high school, even for a girl. Do you have a way to the party?

Although his comment grated against her pride, she chose to ignore it. Yes, I’ll probably go with Clifton and Clinton. It might be better if no one knows we’re … well, you know.

His grin came quickly, this time while his eyes sparkled. Courting?

Is that what we’re doing? Sarah’s heart pounded as she searched his face for the answer she wanted. Courting? The single word rode on her breathy whisper.

His smile disappeared, and she sucked in air.

Finally, he spoke. I’d like that, Sarah, but first let’s enjoy seeing each other when we have the chance. I’d rather not go against your folks’ wishes. We’ll have time for courting later.

All right. She agreed while deep inside impatience threatened to push her into his arms. Fear he’d shove her away if she moved too close stopped her. Then I’ll see you at the play party a week from next Saturday evening, and I’ll leave with my cousins.

I look forward to attending.

Sarah turned away while David continued to the post office. She watched him disappear inside before mounting her horse. If she couldn’t have David, she’d become an old maid. She didn’t want to be courted by anyone else, but Mama planned to ship her off to Denver in little more than seven months. She would be expected to have gentleman callers then. After all, Mama wanted her to have a rich husband. Why couldn’t she understand a husband-shopping trip to Denver wasn’t in Sarah’s future? The only thing she planned for the summer of 1891 was to become Mrs. David Colby Latshaw.

She turned Buttercup toward her cousin’s house a few streets over. It was time to enlist Lydia’s help for days when there would be no social event. She’d have to be more creative then in order to see David without lying to her parents. As her sweet-tempered little mare plodded along, she devised the only workable plan she could think of.

The door opened before Sarah had a chance to knock. Hi, Lydia. You must have been watching for me.

More like I glanced out the window and saw you coming. Lydia’s grin stretched across her face. It’s good to see you, Sarah. I’m glad you’re here. I’ve missed you.

As Lydia rested her hand against her rounded stomach, a pang of envy struck Sarah’s heart. Scarcely more than a year older than her, Lydia was already married to the only man she’d ever loved and was expecting their first child in early spring. But she was one of Sarah’s favorite cousins. They’d always been close, and had never tattled on each other. If she could count on anyone to help her now, it would be Lydia. She was the most loyal and supportive of all the cousins. Besides, she had a romantic heart.

I’m sorry. I’ve been so busy, but that’s going to change if I have my way. Sarah rested in a rocker upholstered in fabric sporting large, beautiful roses while Lydia perched on the horsehair sofa next to her. How is Dr. Smith?

Lydia giggled. Gordon is fine. You don’t have to be so formal, you know.

I know. Sarah smiled, keeping her hands folded in her lap. It’s still so strange to think that you’re all grown up with your own house in town and a husband who loves you.

Very much, I hope. Lydia shifted her position. But in another year, you’ll no doubt have found the man of your dreams and be settling into your very own home too. What about David Latshaw? Are you still pining over him?

Pining? Sarah straightened. I’ll have you to know that David has asked to court me.

He what? When did that happen? Lydia leaned forward. Have your parents given permission?

Well, not exactly. Sarah studied her intertwined fingers. Mama wants me to wait until after my final year of high school. She suggested I go shopping for a husband in Denver next summer.

I didn’t think she would approve of David. Compassion shone in Lydia’s eyes as she shook her head. He isn’t rich enough.

Sarah’s gaze sharpened on her cousin. Did she think Mama was a gold digger? No, more likely she knew Mama came from a wealthy family and wanted her children to have as much as she had. That was all well and good, but what about love? Without love, money and possessions became cold, hard objects without meaning. Of course, love couldn’t supply the everyday needs of life, but hard work became easier when two people truly cared for each other. And Sarah truly cared for David.

Her hands stilled in her lap as confidence in her decision grew. No, David isn’t rich, but money isn’t everything. Doesn’t the Bible say money is evil, anyway?

Lydia’s sigh filled the room. No, Sarah, money isn’t what’s evil. It’s the love of money that turns men’s hearts from God. If we worship money and the possessions it buys, there will be no room left in us for God. Somehow, I don’t think that’s what your mother wants for you either.

But David cares for me. I know he does. Sarah pressed her fingers against her lips suppressing the whine she was sure Lydia had heard. She drew in another breath. What I’m trying to say is that I love David. I always have, and now he cares for me. Maybe not love yet, but it will be if we’re given a chance. You can help us, Lydia. You’re the only one I know to turn to.

Can’t you wait a few more months until you graduate? Lydia’s eyebrows drew together. I’m sure your mother would—

No, she wouldn’t. Sarah stood and paced across the room before turning back. Don’t you see? She’s hoping I’ll forget him. She thinks if I go to Denver, I’ll find someone else and won’t even think about David. Why can’t she understand? If she’d ever been in love she would.

But, Sarah, what can I do to help?

Almost before the offer reached her, Sarah ran back to her chair. She perched on the edge leaning toward her cousin, tears of gratitude burning her eyes. Oh, thank you, Lydia. I will be forever grateful. I’ll even name our first daughter after you. Lydia Latshaw. What a perfectly adorable name!

Lydia laughed. Thank you, but let’s get straight how I’m going to save your future marriage and my namesake. What do I have to do?

Nothing much. Sarah could’ve floated to the ceiling she felt so light and happy. Just don’t go tattling to anyone, and I mean anyone at all, when I come visit you for a few minutes before going to meet David. I won’t lie to Mama, but she doesn’t have to know everything either.

How often do you plan to do this? Lydia’s laughter quickly died as concern darkened her eyes.

Not often, maybe once a week on Sunday afternoons. Maybe not that often. After all, we can always meet at gatherings, which should cover most of the fall and winter. I’m thinking of later when the weather warms again. I’ll have a perfect excuse to see you then when my new little cousin arrives. Mama will understand why I’d want to come and play with her.

Her? The sparkle returned to Lydia’s eyes. What if she’s a boy?

It won’t matter. Boy babies are just as sweet as girl babies. Sarah leaned back, content in her accomplishments for that day.

And you have so much experience with either.

Maybe not hands on, but there have been a few babies born recently. Enough I know what they act like. Sarah spent the next several minutes with Lydia discussing the few facts either of them knew about babies and children.

After a while she headed home satisfied that her life was on the right track. She and David wouldn’t have to wait until next summer to begin courting. Maybe they could plan a June wedding right after she graduated from high school. Yes, that sounded absolutely wonderful!

~*~

May I be your partner? I believe we’re about to skip to my Lou. David’s laughing eyes gazed into Sarah’s.

Her heart raced as if she’d already played the musical game, her feet keeping time, while she and David pranced around the room with the other couples. It wasn’t the promise of physical activity that stirred her heart but the way David’s attention all evening had been centered on her. His eyes spoke of love even if the words hadn’t found release yet. But they would. Surely they would before long. Now she laughed as if she had no care. Of course, I’ll skip with you. If you can keep up, that is.

Keep up with a little, bitty thing like you? He held out his arm. That won’t be hard as long as you don’t hold me back.

She slipped her hand around his elbow. You’ll soon see who drags his feet.

Bantering with David was becoming her favorite pastime. He challenged her mind and stirred her blood, leaving no room for boredom. He was hers. Made for her and her alone. Soon he would ask her to marry him just as she’d visualized a dozen times in her daydreams.

Chapter 3

After a winter of play parties, sled riding, and ice skating, always with David in attendance, Sarah welcomed spring in her favorite way. She loved the warm sun after a winter of cold, the scent of lilac and honeysuckle on the breeze, the cheeping of new chicks in Mama’s flock, and the nightly serenade of Whippoorwills outside the open window as she fell asleep and Bobwhites when she woke the next morning.

Winter was to be endured until the daffodils turned their cheerful faces to the sun, and the trees put forth their first soft green leaves. When that happened, Sarah went outside, flung her arms wide, and danced her own special joy in celebration of the new life all around. The same dance she’d done every spring for as long as she could remember. As she twirled on bare feet in the new grass, her long, full skirt swirled out in ripples against her legs. She threw her head back and watched the fluffy, white clouds blur into the blue sky while joy settled in her heart and thoughts of David filled her mind.

Finally breathless, she slowed to a stop and gasped at the vision before her. It couldn’t be. Why had he come to her father’s farm? Surely she’d brought him to life from her dance and heart’s longing.

I’ve never seen you dance like that before. David took a step toward her. It was wonderful. A beautiful thing to watch.

I was welcoming spring. Sarah stared at him, still not believing he was there. Why did you come? Someone might see you.

I hope they do. His expression grew serious. I want to talk to your father. It’s time, Sarah. We’ve slipped around behind their backs all winter. You’ll graduate in less than two months. It’s time they know what we’ve been doing. We should have your family’s blessing.

No! She glanced toward the house then back to him. I won’t be eighteen until June 7 almost three weeks after I graduate. It’s important that we wait until then.

A muscle in his jaw clenched, and an icy tremble moved down her back. Please, don’t let me lose him now. I love him so much. Oh, why does Mama have to be so stubborn?

When his gaze didn’t waver, she hurried to his side. Please, David. Just a few more weeks.

Finally, his expression softened before he lowered his head. With a long sigh, he looked up again. All right, but can you meet me in about an hour at Lydia’s? I want you to see my farm, the land, the animals, and what I do.

It was almost eleven o’clock. Mama would expect her at the table in an hour. She hadn’t been to see Lydia in several days. Surely, with her time so near, Mama wouldn’t mind if she went to check on her. She nodded. Yes, I can do that.

The slow smile she loved so much grew on his face. Surely he had forgiven her for making him wait. He didn’t understand it was the only thing she could do. If he wasn’t so determined to have Papa’s permission, she’d tell him the full truth. Of course, she wanted to, but she couldn’t take the chance of losing him to his propriety. If she ever lost David, especially now that she was so close to having him for her own, she’d surely die. When all was said and done, he’d understand that waiting had been the right thing to do.

David took her hand in his and gently squeezed as a poor substitute for a hug but wonderful in itself. He released her and turning, walked to his horse tied to a small cottonwood tree. She’d been so intent on welcoming spring she hadn’t noticed his arrival. How long had he watched her? She didn’t care. Only that he had, and he’d said it was beautiful. Love for him welled up in her heart as she watched him leave. He’d never mentioned marriage, but surely a tour of his farm meant the proposal would follow. She loved him more than anything and believed he felt the same. Not until he turned and waved did she give a little skip before running to the house.

~*~

I don’t think Mama wanted me to come see you today. Sarah looked up from spreading butter on the slice of bread in her hand.

Lydia, standing at the work table by the back door, pulled a large knife through the ham hock, letting a thin portion curl away to settle on the plate. Maybe she’s catching on to what you’re doing.

Oh, I don’t think so. She certainly hoped not. One word from Mama could ruin everything. She said it was so near your time, you might not appreciate me bothering you. You don’t mind, do you? I mean, you feel all right, don’t you?

I feel fine. Lydia looked up, her eyes seeming to radiate an inner peace and joy as she turned toward the center of the room where Sarah stood by the kitchen table. As eager as I am to hold my baby in my arms, I’m determined to enjoy every moment and let it settle into my memory. That’s probably silly, but it’s the way I feel.

It isn’t silly at all. A pang of longing moved through Sarah leaving emptiness in its place. She refused to believe she could be jealous of her cousin. If everything worked out as she expected, she’d soon be Mrs. David Latshaw. After that, it wouldn’t be long until she’d have her own baby to love, and like Lydia, she wanted to enjoy every second of her baby’s life. Hers and David’s baby. Waves of anticipation rolled through her chest until she couldn’t stand still but stepped across the room and picked up a small basket from the work table by the back door.

As Lydia cut another slice of ham, Sarah set the basket on the table, pivoted to snatch up the first piece of meat, and positioned it on the bread. Thank you for doing this for us. She motioned toward the sandwiches. I hadn’t thought of making a picnic lunch. David will be pleased, I’m sure.

Probably. Lydia laughed. Men usually like to eat. Her eyes gleamed with barely suppressed amusement. Even when they have other things on their minds.

Warmth filled Sarah’s cheeks. She opened her mouth to reply as a horse whinnied outside. Lydia’s teasing flew from her mind even before she reached the window and saw David alight from the brown horse he called Lucky. Her lungs filled with air which she released in a slow breath. He’s here.

Quickly get the sandwiches finished. Lydia turned from the ham. I’ve got left-over potato salad that will go with them. And a large slice of cake you can share. Surely he has water at his farm. What else do you need?

Nothing. Nothing at all. Sarah’s hands fairly flew as she threw the sandwiches together, wrapped them in a clean tea towel, and dropped them in the basket. This will be fine. It’s more than either of us expected.

All right then, go meet him while I finish up here. Lydia made a shooing motion with her hands.

Are you sure? Sarah hesitated, longing to run to David in spite of feeling she was taking advantage of her cousin.

Yes, I’m sure. I’ve invested a lot in this romance, and I want to see it to completion. A soft smile filled Lydia’s face.

Thank you! The brief hug she gave Lydia could never replay all her cousin had done, but there was no time for more right now. Sarah hurried to open the door and stepped out on the porch to greet the only man she’d ever loved. Or ever would.

His smile grew as his eyes met hers. He bounded up the steps and took her hands in his. You ready to go see my farm?

Yes. She breathed the word. Come inside and help me with our picnic lunch. Lydia and I threw some things together so it isn’t much, but it’ll do.

If your hands touched it, it’ll be good. His words, and his fingers at her waist as they went inside, burned as the fire of love flew straight to her heart. Lydia wasn’t the only one who wanted to see this romance to completion.

After greeting and thanking Lydia for their lunch, they didn’t waste time before mounting their horses and heading out of town. When they turned in at David’s farm, Sarah looked at the house, sitting to the right of the drive, as if she’d never seen it before. With new intention in her gaze, she allowed a feeling of ownership to settle over her. How would it be as mistress of David’s home? She would place her personality in each room, coupled with David’s, of course. Together, they could make a wonderful home. Before long they would have children. In her imagination their laughter and voices rang out as they called to each other in play. The yard near the one-story white frame farmhouse came alive with a game of tag as her daydream soared.

Do you like the house? David’s voice scattered the image but left a soft smile on her face.

Yes, it’s wonderful. How she loved the long dark lashes surrounding his blue eyes. Will you show me inside?

No, not today. David swallowed and looked away. I thought you’d like to see my herd and the barn. It’s what I do for a living, but it’s more than that. My dairy farm is my dream, and little by little, it’s coming true. Let’s ride out to the pasture beyond the barn. After that, I know a perfect place we can stop for our lunch.

All right. So David wouldn’t show her his house. Maybe he hadn’t cleaned it yet. He didn’t know she didn’t care about that. Cleaning the house would be her job, anyway. She set the pace beside him as they rode on down the lane then took off past the barn. Cattle dotted the countryside as they grazed on the lush new grass of spring. Looked like they were a mixed breed, or maybe two or three separate breeds all mingling together. She pointed toward a tan cow. Is that one a Jersey?

Sure is. David flashed a grin at her as if he was surprised she knew. I reckon you’re a farm girl for sure.

She shrugged. Papa had a milk cow that looked a lot like some of yours.

Yeah, I’ve got a mixed lot out there, but they’re all good producers. This is the beginning, the foundation, of the dairy herd I’ve been building. Later, when we can afford it, I hope to have a lot more.

When we can afford it. Had he meant to say that? Warmth crept through Sarah’s core as she anticipated their lunch and the question she hoped to hear afterward. She could scarcely wait.

Let’s go to that spot I told you about. We’ll eat our lunch there. It’s not far from the house. David turned Lucky away from the fence and she followed on Buttercup.

A lone tree, a giant cottonwood, stood at the crest of a hill less than a hundred yards from the house. They stopped under its overhanging branches and tied the horses before spreading the quilt Lydia had packed on the ground a few steps away. We don’t need the shade today, so we can let the horses enjoy it. David sat beside Sarah on the quilt. That breeze does feel good though.

A shadow crept across the grass covering their picnic spot. Sarah looked up at a blue sky dotted with clouds as one of the larger ones sheltered them from the sun’s rays. It didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move on, but she didn’t care. David was right. The weather was perfect for their special time alone. She would remember every moment and every detail for the rest of her life. She turned her smile toward David. It’s beautiful here. I love it.

His answering smile showed his approval.

As they ate the sandwiches and potato salad, they spoke about nothing important, but Sarah enjoyed the closeness and time together even more than all the parties and activities they’d attended over the winter. She could stay here with David forever and never want to leave.

After sharing the cake, they repacked the basket with leftovers, but David didn’t move at first when they finished. His gaze seemed to move over her face before settling on her eyes. Finally, he stood and reached his hand for hers.

As she placed her fingers over his the touch zinged to her heart. She stood facing him, looking into his eyes, knowing this was the moment she’d waited for so long. Her heart set up a rapid beat, her hand still held his while he looked down into her eyes, his expression so solemn yet tender as he took her other hand in his.

Sarah Anne Rohmeier, I love you more than anything. His gaze lingered on hers, as if searching for an answering love. My heart beats for you. I would do anything to make you mine forever. His voice lowered. Please, say you’ll be my wife.

Her hands trembled, and his grip tightened as if lending support. She looked into his smoky blue eyes and couldn’t speak. When she tried, only a whisper sounded. Yes.

It must have been enough. His hands released hers and slid up her arms to cup her shoulders before pulling her close. Ever so slowly, he leaned closer as she rose on her tiptoes to meet him. Then his lips touched hers, and wonderful emotions such as she’d never experienced exploded inside while her single word of acceptance cartwheeled joyfully in her heart. Yes, yes. Oh, yes!

After long moments, yet far too soon, David pulled away. I reckon it might be wise if we aren’t alone anymore until after the wedding, darlin’, His breathing was a bit ragged, his voice unsteady.

He’d never called her darling before. He’d said he loved her. She clung to his arms. I want the wedding to be soon.

He nodded. As soon after you graduate as possible.

No! I mean soon. I don’t care if I graduate or not. Didn’t he understand how important this was? All she wanted was to be with him. I love you, David.

And I love you. But I want you to get your diploma. We can wait until June. That isn’t long. He pulled his pocket knife from his pocket and turned toward the huge tree. Come with me.

She folded her arms, but he didn’t turn to see if she followed. He was being stubborn, wanting to wait. Maybe she didn’t want to go with him. Then, when he still didn’t look back but started carving into the side of the tree trunk, curiosity got the better of her. What could he be doing?

Her arms relaxed as she got closer and read his crudely carved letters.