As the days past, Dessie and Justine grew stronger, Dessie began to get around more and Justine thrived. 

     Adam and Ryan had added on another couple of rooms to their small home on Ryan’s old homestead for Elizabeth and her girls.  The crops were the major part of the land and their house and barn only took up one little acre.

     Dessie took to motherhood, like a fish in water, as her pa said.  She fussed and cooed over and adored her daughter.  She sang songs to Justine’s tiny, angelic face, danced around the kitchen with her, rocked her to sleep, and they stood at the window, staring at the rain and the prairie flowers.  Dessie had found a friend for life.

     Life was very good,...

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