Homespun Bride

EpilogueAugustNoelle felt a tug at the hem of her skirt as she passedby the corral fence and laughed. She’d been laughinga lot lately; she couldn’t help it. She was blissfullyhappy. “Stormy, are you trying to eat my ruffle again?”“Yep,” Thad answered at her side, always by herside. “That pretty green dress you’re wearing obviouslylooks as tasty as grass to her.”Noelle laughed again, letting her fingertips ruffle thegrowing filly’s mane. Solitude nickered gently, patientlywatching over her baby. Both had been a wedding giftfrom Robert.“Let go, sweet thing.” Thad’s low baritone rumbledwith happiness and humor, too. “That’s right. We’llcome see you later, after our ride.”“Yes, we don’t want to be late. Henrietta likes supperat six o’clock sharp.”“We’d best get a move on if we want to ride the trail