UNDER THE REDBUDS
It had been just fireside talk from the beginning, born in the frustrated minds of snow-bound Nebraska landowners as they warmed around the pot-bellied stove in the general store. But, as sometimes happens to frustrated talk, the words took legs. All that was left to do was a lot of work, a long summer ahead and maybe a harder winter, but no one was ready to back out. Like a snowball on a hill, there comes a time that the weight of it is too great to stop.
A Historical Fiction Library Written By Joann Ellen Sisco
HISTORICAL FICTION LIBRARY