Itโs up to you to fill it. Find things that mean something to you, that represent times where youโve overcome an obstacle, learned something important. Put those items in the bag and theyโll help you find your strength.โ โIโm not sure if thatโs going to help much.โ Unless I put a brick in it and nail Brandy between the eyes.
Jana OliverDon't start,โ he warned. โWhat?โ she said, grinning. โI'm sure all the big, bad trappers have a bun-bun in their houses.
Jana OliverDo what ya have to do to pay off yer debt with Heaven,โ he said, his concern for proper speech abandoned. โBut ya do not die on me, ya understand? I canโt live without ya. Yer all I got, woman.โ Her breath caught in her lungs. โI donโt want to be here if youโre not.
Jana OliverCan you dance?" she asked before she could stop herself. "I can," he said, affronted. "I'm really good with the slow songs.
Jana OliverHe slid his hand onto Riley's bare abdomen. "I got to thinkin' that a few years down the line, when yer older, what if that was our baby and I could feel it right here under my hand. Feel the life we'd created." Riley's eyes moistened. "Girl or boy?" "Doesn't matter. If it's a girl, we can name her after my gran. Her name was Emily Rose." "Hmm...I like that. Maybe the boy could be Paul Arthur, like my dad." "Yeah, that works. But that's all the way down the line, isn't it?" It might never come to pass.
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