ROMANCE ON THE PRAIRIE

Nancy Woods

The tent was going up on the edge of town and everyone was abuzz with excitement. I sat with mama and papa at the revival meeting, waiting… and waiting. Suddenly a hush fell over the crowd.  A tall, handsome man strode down the center aisle up the stairs, and then, without drawing a breath, started to preach. I listened, but I did not hear his words. I only heard the love and kindness of his voice.  When it was over, I shook his hand.


He smiled at me and knew at once, we would be one.



Nancy Woods is a writer living in California.


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