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From Author Phyliss Miranda: – Tumbleweeds and Valentines (in the HEARTS AND SPURS ANTHOLOGY)
The wildness of a tumbleweed and the sweetness of chocolate bring Amanda Love the love of a lifetime.
Mandy Love pushed hard on her gate to shove a couple of the tumbleweeds away that had gotten caught on her fence, but one in particular caught her eye. It obviously had purposely been placed on her fence post, so it wouldn’t be missed. Not even in the untamed winds of the Panhandle could a single tumbleweed with a piece of paper caught on it attach itself to her gate … especially paper in the shape of a heart.
Her first thought was to let the dry, thorny bush disappear in the wind and take the paper with it. Her second thought was although she was positive the valentine was not meant for her, curiosity made her want to read what was written on it. Carefully, she opened the gate and cautiously removed the tattered paper letting the weed tumble its way on down Greene Street.
Mandy, it’d be an honor if you would accompany me to the Valentine’s dance.
The writing was a little too formal for a man’s hand, yet not flourishing enough for it to have been written by a woman. Mandy stepped back from the gate and almost dropped the invitation on the ground, as if it were a rattler prepared to strike. There was one thing missing … a signature!
Could this be someone playing a joke? Since her arrival in town with her family, some four years before when she was barely sixteen, Mandy had never had a gentleman come calling, except for a couple of cowboys who had too much to drink and couldn’t see well enough to realize what a plain looking woman she was. They didn’t stay long because they generally left with her father’s boot print on their backsides.
With shaking hands, not from the wind, but from a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach, Mandy read the valentine-shaped paper once again, and even turned it over to make sure a name wasn’t on the back. Nothing. Frowning, she folded the tattered heart neatly and put it in her dress pocket.