The little girl giggled and patted Needle’s trunk. “I think the tree heard me.”

Up and up and up the butterfly went, until it reached the very tippy tops of the trees.

Charles was a master of his craft, known far and wide for his lush rose bushes and sprawling ivy. But there was one flower that had always eluded him—the delicate and elusive lady slipper orchid.

Millicent sighed. At sixty-two, she had weathered enough society storms to know that scandal was as inevitable in their circles as rain in an English spring. “And you’re certain it was him? The fog has been terribly thick these past evenings.”

Harold listened intently, his expression serious. “Those townies are all bluster. But you gotta be careful. Don’t give them the satisfaction of seeing you scared.” He then grinned, his eyes twinkling. “Though I gotta admit, using Maharani as backup was a stroke of genius!”

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Jed Smith takes his job riding for The Pony Express seriously as he traverses the plains and mountains to deliver the mail.

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The tinkling of crystal, polite laughter, and shrimp canapes surrounded Margot Finch as she sipped her sweet pink lemonade.

His mother was coming in with a large plate of gingerbread men. His mouth watered as the aroma of the warm spices filled the air.

Thick fog shifted and swirled between the walls of the large stone house. A weak sun was feebly attempting to shine through