Molly didn’t know what kind of life to expect when she fell in love with Erin Herriot: her schoolmate, best friend, and a woman. She had been grateful for Erin’s friendship when the bank had swindled her farm from her and she was invited to live with Erin on her own parents’ farm.
After making the difficult decision to live life as ‘man’ and wife, Molly gladly accepted the challenges they faced. Together, they made the decision to sell Erin’s farm and embark on a journey of a lifetime … the Oregon Trail.
Erin couldn’t give Molly children since they were both women, however, she could love her forever. But leaving the area they had both grown up in, where everyone knew them, was the only way they could be together without needless questions.
Come along on this adventure as two women cross the country, adopt a family, and begin a life that neither had imagined growing up in the mid-1800s.
Genre: FICTION / Action & AdventureThis book sold VERY well. This was a finalist in the Rainbow Awards.
CHAPTER ONE
Erin watched as Molly labored over the dog, petting her to calm her frantic breathing. Both Erin and the male dog watched for hours as one by one, the woman helped the first-time mother bring forth her litter of puppies. Two of the barn cats looked on curiously from the hayloft above the stall. The time sped by, but no one left their post. Erin shifted from foot to foot occasionally, looking down at the male Tervuren, who looked up in excited wonderment, panting happily. The intelligence of the Belgian dog showed through in that look they exchanged.
“Well, I think she’s done. That’s it, eight pups,” Molly finally said as she palpated the abdomen. She smiled down at the bitch, who nuzzled at the tiny, mewling creatures. She seemed confused about what they were and the fact they had emerged from her body. Her flightiness was now gone, soothed by Molly’s comforting presence. Already, she had licked each of her offspring thoroughly and allowed this human to examine them. She lay contentedly now as they finished their first feeding, nuzzling close to the warmth of the fur around her teats.
“That’s a good litter for her first,” Erin commented with a smile, leaning down to pet King, who looked up at her again as though he understood. “Think we can let him near her?” she indicated the proud papa, who had watched the birth of each of his pups, cocking his head now and then at the noises emanating from them.
“She’ll let him know if she doesn’t want him near,” Molly said as she rose from her kneeling position, stretching her back after being scrunched over for so long. The front of her apron was covered with slime from the puppies she had helped whelp.
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