Samantha And the Cowboy
Samantha And the Cowboy
“Sam felt terribly wicked as she sank into the river. Ever since Matt had told her that they were going to check out the next river—and camp beside it—she’d thought of nothing else but shedding her clothing and getting rid of the dirt.
She dipped beneath the water. For once she was grateful that her hair was short so it wasn’t swirling around her in the river. Coming back to the surface, she began to lather up the small sliver of perfumed soap she’d hoarded during the war. She had brought it with her, expecting to use it at journey’s end. She used it only on special occasions. Other times she used the lye soap her mother made. She had decided that this evening called for using her special soap.
Tonight she didn’t have to watch the way she walked, the way she talked, the way her clothes covered her body, or the way she looked at Matt. Tonight she could be a girl.
For much of her life, she’d resented the fact that she couldn’t do all the things that her brothers could. Couldn’t go to war..., couldn’t go on a cattle drive.MoreLess
She dipped beneath the water. For once she was grateful that her hair was short so it wasn’t swirling around her in the river. Coming back to the surface, she began to lather up the small sliver of perfumed soap she’d hoarded during the war. She had brought it with her, expecting to use it at journey’s end. She used it only on special occasions. Other times she used the lye soap her mother made. She had decided that this evening called for using her special soap.
Tonight she didn’t have to watch the way she walked, the way she talked, the way her clothes covered her body, or the way she looked at Matt. Tonight she could be a girl.
For much of her life, she’d resented the fact that she couldn’t do all the things that her brothers could. Couldn’t go to war..., couldn’t go on a cattle drive.MoreLess
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