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COMPELLING AND PASSIONATE STORIES

Her Country Heart

Sierra Creek- A town where strong men and determined women intersect. Series Book 1

Chapter 1

“Sierra Creek,” the driver shouted as the Greyhound Bus came to an abrupt stop on the two lane highway.

    Amy Long pushed her hair behind her ears and grabbed her worn suitcase. Surprised to see her hand tremble, she seized the case with both hands and rushed toward the front of the bus.

     A gust of hot wind slapped her face as she stepped off the bus. Gravel pelted her bare legs when it drove away. She squinted and read a faded road sign, Sierra Creek population five thousand. There wasn’t a building in sight.

    After years of living in the city, she’d forgotten how sweltering and desolate it was here. She’d vowed never to return to home. Odd it was the first place that came to mind when she and her young son needed a fresh start.

    With Granny gone there was no family left to welcome her. She swallowed a sob. Maybe it was a mistake to come back.

    The relentless afternoon sun beat down on her shoulders and her arms began to burn. San Francisco, the air conditioned city, seemed a million miles away.

     Impatient, she cleared her dry throat, wiped perspiration from her forehead and let out a groan as the minutes ticked by. What wouldn’t she give for some shade and a bottle of ice water?

    With a sigh, she pulled out her smart phone and checked the time. Thirty minutes since she’d arrived at the bus stop and not a single car had gone by. Where was the arranged ride into town?

    Granny’s handyman was supposed to meet her. He obviously wasn’t a stickler about being on time. She reminded herself she was in the California foothills not in a busy metropolis where time was money.

    The sound of a truck rumbled in the distance. With the back of her hand, she pushed her bangs out of her eyes and squinted. Hopeful, she watched the pick-up come closer. A shiny black Ford F 150 with extended cab pulled up in front of her.

    “Hi, Amy.” A man yelled through the open window as his brown hair fell casually over a high forehead and deep-set blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. She moved nearer and stared at his wide cheek bones, square jaw and full lips. About thirty?

    A flutter of recognition stirred in her as palpable charm radiated from his broad smile, Wyatt Cameron.

    His muscular arms flexed as his huge hands squeezed the steering wheel. “Don’t just stand there. Get in. The judge is waiting.” ©

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