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The Problem With Jordan

By: Joannie Kay
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: �2015 by Blushing Books� and Joannie Kay
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Dearly beloved, the minister began.

Cray glared at the man of the cloth, at the sheriff and all the townspeople who were forcing him to marry the little hellcat he'd caught stealing his eggs. If he'd known she was a woman, he never would have tried to spank her. But she'd been dressed in pants and a too-big coat, and had taken her last egg from his chickens. He'd cornered her once before, but she'd lied about her name and slipped past him. Then he'd tracked her to the rundown cabin at the edge of town and he'd walloped her hard before she bit him. She must have run straight to the sheriff with yet another story. The only amusing part was that she clearly was not any more pleased with this turn of events than he was.

"This is all your fault, mister," his new bride hissed at him.

He took off after her even as the townspeople, their task completed, abandoned them. He grabbed the squirming little woman and gave her the rest of that spanking she had coming. And then he fed her. She might be a liar and a thief, but she was also scared, and skinny, and hungry! And now she was his problem, one he wouldn't walk away from, although he suspected he was going to have his hands full trying to turn her into a sweet, respectable young wife.

Chapter One

Sutter’s Corner 1866

The problem with Jordan was that no one wanted her when her Aunt Hermione died, and Jordan decided she was old enough to fend for herself. The problem with Jordan was that she could fend for herself, and there wasn’t one person in Sutter’s Corner who wanted to challenge her. The problem with Jordan was that she wasn’t too finicky or particular as to how she fended for herself. If someone came up missing a few eggs, or some corn from the garden, or a ham from the smokehouse, they might grumble a bit, but all in all, folks thought it a small price not to be responsible for the girl who had a mind of her own and the devil’s own temper!

The problem with Jordan was that she’d never ‘fended for herself’ from the newcomer, Cray McCormick. Cray moved west after the Civil War ended, determined to make a new life for himself away from the hatreds on both sides. There was nothing left of his family farm worth saving since soldiers from both sides stayed there and trampled what was once fertile soil, and the house hadn’t been much to begin with. Cray’s brothers both died during the war, and there was no other family; their parents were both orphans with no siblings. Cray sold the place for what little he could get from it and moved west. He liked Sutter’s Corner. But, he didn’t like thieves, and he didn’t like it that his eggs were systematically coming up missing.

Cray got a dog and tied it out by the chicken coop; not where the dog could get to his chickens, but where the animal would be sure to notice the thief and scare him away. He put his pants where he could jump into them at a moment’s notice, and laid his scattergun right beside. He was going to fill someone’s pants full of buckshot.

The problem with Jordan was that she didn’t scare easy. An empty belly held no conscience, at least not in her world. She saw the dog and smiled happily, making friends with the mutt. If she’d wanted, the dog would have helped her steal the eggs. She patted him on the head and then hurried on her way. It was time to fix some breakfast with the eggs she took from the newcomer and the ham that she got from the Miller’s smokehouse.

Cray swore a blue streak when he went outside a bit later to get his eggs. There weren’t any! He looked at the dog, which was wagging his tail excitedly and dancing on the end of his rope, trying to get Cray’s attention. “You welcomed him, didn’t you, dog?” he asked, but he gave the animal a scratch behind his ear before he stomped to the cabin to eat cold beans for breakfast� again.

The problem with Jordan was that she didn’t know when to give up. The next morning she crept up on the newcomer’s house and sat there for a few minutes, watching carefully. The same ole dog was lying there, snoozing. She looked toward the house, and there was no movement going on, and no early morning light shining from the bedroom or kitchen windows. No smoke was coming out the chimney, either, so Jordan felt safe going for her eggs.

Cray grinned in satisfaction as he spotted the young boy moving stealthily toward the chicken coop. He didn’t know why the kid thought it was okay to steal from him, but he was soon going to learn that it wasn’t. He was going to take the kid home to his Pa, and if the Pa didn’t tan him, then he was going to! Cray waited until the boy was inside the hen house, and then he came out of hiding to stand right in front of the door. He watched as the boy put six eggs into his large coat pockets before turning to leave.

The problem with Jordan was that she never considered what she would do if she was caught. The newcomer wasn’t the old man she thought he would be, but instead was much younger, and handsome, too, she decided. Right now she was trapped!

“Boy, what makes you think you got the right to steal my eggs every damn day?” Cray demanded, his hands on his hips as he looked down into the big green eyes gazing at him so solemnly. The kid had freckles, too, and couldn’t be a day over thirteen� if he was that old.

Jordan was relieved to realize the big man thought she was a boy. “I’m hongry,” she replied, trying to sound like Timmy Evans.

“That isn’t a good excuse for breaking the law, boy. If you were older you could go to jail for stealing those eggs.” He waited for the kid to say ‘sorry’ but that didn’t happen. He just continued to stare at Cray. Cray was reaching the end of his patience. “What’s your name, kid?” he demanded.

“Timmy Evans,” she lied smoothly. As he was opening his mouth to say something else, she dived between his open legs and out the door and ran as if her very life depended upon getting away. Jordan decided that she would have to do her ‘fending’ somewhere else for a while even though she sure did like the newcomer’s eggs.

Cray couldn’t believe he’d let the little hellion get away from him, and with his damned eggs, too! He went to the barn, saddled his horse, and rode to town. He asked the first old-timer he came across if he knew where Timmy Evans lived. The kid was going to be in for a rude awakening when he arrived at his house!

Cray knocked loudly on the door, and a few seconds later, an obviously frightened woman answered, three little ones clinging to her skirts, and one in her arms. It was obvious she was expecting another sometime soon. “Ma’am,” he said, tipping his hat as he remembered his manners. “I was told that a Timmy Evans lived here. May I speak to him?” he asked.

She looked at him, startled. “This is Timmy.” She put her hand on the head of the eldest child who couldn’t be over four years old.

“There is obviously some mistake. This isn’t the boy I am looking for,” he admitted.

“I’m truly happy to hear that,” Mrs. Evans said in relief. “I just couldn’t imagine what he’d done� or when he’d done it! I keep a close eye on my children,” she explained.

“I am sure you do, Mrs. Evans. I am sorry for bothering you so early this morning. I guess I need to speak with the sheriff to figure out who is stealing from me, and why they would give Timmy’s name as their own.”

“What’s wrong, Alice?” A man’s voice came from the back of the house, his footsteps echoing as he approached. “Howie said some stranger� Oh!” he said when he spotted Cray. “What can we do for you, sir?”

“It is a mistake, Jim,” Alice spoke up, laying a gentle hand on his arm. “Some boy was stealing from this gentleman, and when he caught him, he gave our Timmy’s name before he ran away.”

“Our Timmy is only four years old, and he’d best not ever think to steal anything from anyone,” Jim said firmly.

“I can see it isn’t your son, Mr. Evans. The boy I met stands about this tall and has bright green eyes.”

“That’s a relief, but I don’t like the idea of him using our Timmy’s name,” Jim declared.

“I’m sure I’ll get it resolved. I just want you to know that as soon as your wife showed me your Timmy, I knew I’d been lied to. This child is sweet as can be,” Cray said, offering one of his rare smiles.

“Most of the time,” Jim agreed. “I need to get on back to work now, and you, Mrs. Evans, lock this door and remember what I told you.”

Cray pretended not to notice the smack the man applied to his wife’s backside, and then he once again apologized and bid them goodbye.

He rode over to the sheriff’s office, but was greeted before he could enter.

“The sheriff ain’t in there, son,” the man said. “He done rode over to Nixon County to fetch home a prisoner.”

“I’m looking for a boy about this high with green eyes. He’s been stealin’ my eggs every morning,” Cray explained, hoping the man might know whom he was talking about.

“That thar sounds like Jordy Smithfield. You’ll be hard pressed to catch that one, son, but you kin try.”

Jordy Smithfield? Cray rode on back to his place, determined to find out what he could about the Smithfield kid, and when he did get his hands on him, he was going to tan the boy’s hide until he couldn’t sit for a month of Sundays.

Just for the hell of it, Cray decided to see if he could track the boy. He’d spotted him from the edge of the woods, and sure enough, the rain from the night before left tracks that even he could follow, and he followed the boot prints right back to where they originated, to an old, run down cabin. Just as he was contemplating his next move, the kid walked out on the rickety porch, patting his full stomach. Cray’s empty stomach growled, and this time the kid wasn’t going to escape.

The trouble with Jordan was that it would never occur to her that someone like the newcomer could trail her. One minute she was standing on her porch, enjoying her full stomach while trying to decide where tomorrow’s eggs would come from, and in the next, she was hauled off her feet and dropped over a knee with a hard hand landing on the seat of her worn pants.

“Let me go!” Jordan yelled angrily.

“You not only stole from me, kid, you lied about your name and sicced me on a little boy! I don’t like lies or the people who tell them!” He spanked the seat of the tight, worn pants, relishing every grunt of pain that passed from the boy’s lips.

“I’ll have you arrested for this!”

“I’d welcome the chance to explain to your Pa why I blistered you, kid!”

“I don’t have a Pa!”

“That doesn’t give you the right to steal.”

“What would you know? Let me go before I knock your block off!” Jordan screamed at him, and then she tried to bite him!

Cray let out a roar and shoved the kid from his lap. The kid ran for his life, as he well should have. Cray couldn’t believe a boy his age would try to bite him! What was he, half animal? Cray went on home. He had too much work to do to spend the rest of his day foolishly chasing after a kid who was going to end up in jail sooner or later. He threw himself into rebuilding the corral he would need when he started getting more horses to break. It was nearly time for him to think about getting something to eat to fill his empty belly when he saw a procession coming his way from town. “Damn!” he muttered, knowing how dirty he was, and that he didn’t have any decent furniture in the house yet.

What took him by surprise, however, was the fact the sheriff was leading the procession, and the minister and his wife were next, as were several other buggies containing a female or two, and he thought he recognized one man as the mayor.

“Mr. McCormick,” the sheriff said.

“Sheriff.” Cray tried to sound pleasant, but he hated surprises of this sort. “What can I do for you?”

“Son, this is in the nature of a friendly call. Did you have an encounter with Jordy Smithfield this morning?”

“Yes, I did. The hellion has been stealing my eggs every day and I decided it was high time someone taught him a lesson, but the brat tried to bite me and I’ve got the marks to prove it. As tannings go, it was over too darn soon.”

”Mr. McCormick, are you trying to tell us that you put your hand upon Jordan without realizing she is a young woman?” the mayor’s wife asked in obvious disbelief.

“A woman?” Cray repeated. “A woman!”

“Yes, young man. Jordan Smithfield is a female, and she bit you because you put your hands on her and frightened her!” the sheriff said with a perfectly straight face.

Cray realized now why the women were all looking at him in arch disapproval. “I had no idea this Jordy is a female. She was wearing pants, a big coat and an old, floppy black hat. The only thing I could see was a pair of big green eyes!”

“Mr. McCormick, around here we don’t condone a man putting a hand to a woman who isn’t his wife or daughter. It just isn’t the thing to do.” This was the minister speaking, but he was doing so in a kindly manner.

“But, you do condone stealing a man’s eggs with no retribution?” Cray asked. “Do you condone her giving me little Timmy Evans’ name as her own, and sending me on a wild goose chase to town to find him?”

“No, and we blame ourselves for that,” one of the women said. “When Hermione Smithfield died, none of us wanted to take on the responsibility for Jordan. She’s always been a handful, even when her Pa was still living. She claimed she could ‘fend’ for herself, and since we all knew it was true, we turned our backs and permitted her to get away with stealing a bit here and there to live on, and some of us hired her to help with cleaning, or watching kids, that sort of thing. Today was the first time that anyone dared to punish Jordan, and we suddenly realized that we couldn’t permit this to continue, that she could be seriously harmed. Just think what could have happened if you were a man to use your fists, or your gun?”

“Mr. McCormick, since you admittedly put your hand on Jordan’s posterior, we have decided that you are the one to take responsibility for the girl until she is of legal age, which won’t be for at least another three years. Of course, she can’t live here with you unless you’re married, so there’s goin’ to be a weddin’.” It was a long speech for the taciturn sheriff.

“Oh, hell no!” Cray took off his hat and threw it to the ground in disgust. “I ain’t marryin’ no darn girl who deserves to be put in jail!”

“We aren’t asking you, young man, we are insisting,” the mayor stated firmly. “As a father, I must insist that the proprieties are observed. We cannot continue to allow that child to live by herself where some drifter or lowlife could come along and attack her. Or, she might fend for herself in the wrong place and get shot. No, Mr. McCormick, you are the man Jordan needs to straighten her out. You’ve already expressed an ability to do so, which is more than any of us can do.”

“Just toss her in jail; I’m no nursemaid.”

“The jail can’t hold her, son,” the sheriff admitted with a red face as he took out his gun and fired it once in the air, and another wagon approached. Cray was shocked to see several men who were wearing deputy badges trying to keep a young woman with flaming red hair in the back of the wagon. When she turned to glare at him, Cray recognized the green eyes. It was definitely the egg thief, and yes, he could see now that she was a female.

“I’m not goin’ to do this, Sheriff!” Jordan said solemnly.

“Then you’re goin’ to jail to await trial for theft, Jordy. There ain’t a person in town that can’t testify against you, and I guarantee you’ll spend that time handcuffed and shackled to the bars of the cell itself so you cain’t pick no locks, neither!”

“I won’t marry her, Sheriff,” Cray said firmly. “You are not foisting the town’s responsibility off on me. I won’t have it.”

“Then you’re going to jail for attempted rape, son. That’s the way of it.”

Cray looked around and was shocked to see the determined look on their faces. There was nothing worse than a town banded together in a righteous cause, and right now they thought they were saving Jordan Smithfield from herself and he’d been elected to do the dirty work.

“He didn’t try to rape me!” Jordan said, doing her best to defend the man.

“That ain’t what you said earlier,” the sheriff told her.

“I just wanted some protection from him! Is that so terrible?”

“Yes,” Cray replied with feeling. He heard a snicker and then another before the mayor quelled them with a serious look.

“There is no point in making a travesty of this. Reverend, get on with it. If you two know what’s good for you, don’t make this more difficult than it is. Jordy, this house is sound, and Mr. McCormick isn’t poor. You’ll eat three square meals a day that you won’t have to fend for.”

“How do you know I’m not already married and planning to send for my wife once I’m settled in out here?” Cray demanded.

“Because you already told me you aren’t married and had no plans to be,” the owner of the general store piped up. “Just get it over with, Cray. There’s no way out, and I got to get back to town and open up again.”

The minister smiled and began, “Dearly Beloved�”

Jordan looked at the angry man and could feel the heat radiating off of him. He might be handsome as could be, but she had no doubt in her mind that he was dangerous. If he walloped her for stealing his eggs, what would he do to her for this? She interrupted the minister to ask, “Have any of you thought of what he is going to do to me once you all leave me here alone with him?”

The sheriff squirmed, but it was the minster who answered, quoting scripture. “Wives, submit to your husbands, as is fitting in the Lord. Husbands, love your wives and do not be harsh with them. Jordan, you will be Cray’s wife and his responsibility, and none of us would dare to interfere. You will need to behave if you do not wish to face consequences, but I do not feel that Cray will harm you. He hasn’t missed a Sunday in church since arriving here. Now let us proceed�”

“John, please, get to the marrying part and skip the fancy stuff. I’ve got me a store to open up!”

Several women hushed him, and the good Reverend continued, and that was how Jordan Smithfield ‘fended’ a husband for herself. As soon as the brief ceremony was over, the buggies and wagons turned around and headed back toward town in one big hurry.

The problem with Jordan was that she had a hellish temper and could be counted upon to take an already volatile situation and throw fuel on the fire. “This is all your fault, mister!”

Cray knew he was easy to anger. He’d struggled with the problem since he was a little boy, and most of the time he was able to control that particular emotion, however, when he did lose his temper, it was a sight to behold. He leveled his dark eyes on the female who was still wearing the pants and baggy coat. “There is no time like the present to finish what I started this morning,” Cray said. “And then we’ll discuss whose fault it is that this ridiculous marriage occurred.”

Jordan put off running for a second too long. Cray caught her and carried her wildly struggling body inside the small house and straight into the bedroom. “No! No! Don’t hurt me!” she screamed, beating on his broad back with her fists. She was terrified that he was going to force himself on her.

Cray didn’t give a damn how afraid she was. He refused to explain himself to her. She’d earned a good spanking, and he was going to give her one to remember! He threw her down on the bed and wrestled the coat off of her, and then he jerked down those ridiculous pants she was wearing to reveal a pair of thin, worn drawers. Cray didn’t hesitate for one second, but brought the palm of his hand down on her rounded butt.

Jordan cried out, but one part of her was relieved that he was spanking her and not forcing her to his bed. She tried to remain stoic, but his hand was hard and she’d never been spanked before in the whole of her entire life. Her Pa never paid her any mind, and left the raising of her to his spinster aunt. Aunt Hermione didn’t believe in spanking children. She felt it only taught them to use violence to get their way. She had other ways to punish headstrong children. Jordan wasn’t pleased to be experiencing a spanking now that she was a married woman. “Stop it!” she pleaded.

“No.” Cray was determined to see to it she didn’t sit for a while, and he continued the spanking for what seemed like forever to Jordan. By the time he finished, she was sobbing. “Do not expect me to apologize for that, little girl. You earned every last spank, and if I catch you stealing anything ever again I’ll stripe you raw with my belt. Is that clear?” he demanded. When she didn’t immediately reply, he gave her another firm spank. “Is that clear?” he repeated. This time she nodded, crying too hard to speak. “Do you have any more to say on the subject of this shotgun marriage being my fault?” he demanded with another firm spank right on top of the last one. She shook her head no. “Neither of us asked for this, Jordan, but it is what it is. When you’re done crying, come on out to the kitchen.”

He got up off the bed and left the bedroom. Cray had always hated hearing a woman cry. It always made him sad, and even though he knew she’d earned the spanking, he felt bad for correcting her. Cray worked with ease in the kitchen and in a decent amount of time he had a good meal on the table. He walked to the bedroom and opened the door. “Come on out now, Jordan. I have dinner ready and I’m starving. I didn’t get breakfast this morning, and I don’t want this food to get cold.”

Jordan wiggled to the foot of the bed and then slid off. She reached down to pull up her pants, and was shocked to realize they felt sizes too small. She reached for her coat, but Cray beat her to it.

“You won’t need this. It’s not cold in here, and one of the first things we’re going to discuss is your clothing. I won’t have my wife wearing pants, or a man’s coat that is miles too big.”

“The coat was my Pa’s; he was killed back east fighting against slavery,” she volunteered.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Jordan. I lost both of my brothers, one fighting for the north, the other for the south. To them it wasn’t a slavery issue, but an issue of union versus state.” He pulled out a chair for her and she gingerly eased herself on the wooden seat, only to hop up right away and look at him in horror. “Oh hell!” he muttered. He stomped over to the sofa on the far end of the room and returned with a soft pillow. “I won’t do this in the future, but I’m going to make an exception this one time since we need to talk. Sit down.”

If he’d used a sharp tone of voice with her, Jordan wouldn’t have done it, but the words were more of an invitation, and she was anxious to find out what he had to say. She could always leave after her belly was full.

“After we finish eating and cleaning up, we’re going to town and get you some new clothes, and we are going to go to the Evans’ house and you are going to explain to them why you gave me their little boy’s name.”

KatD on 08/22/2015 07:08am
ok but not great
KatD on 08/22/2015 07:08am
ok but not great
ScarlwttPhoenix on 08/13/2015 05:10am
Joannie Kay writes a sweet, witty and believable Western romance story. Cray and Jordan are forced into a shotgun wedding. Jordan has been taking care of herself since her Aunt died. Cray catches her stealing eggs and that's where the fun (and the spankings) begin. There are several side characters that keep those pages turning. I enjoyed the book. Very sweet.
ScarlwttPhoenix on 08/13/2015 05:10am
Joannie Kay writes a sweet, witty and believable Western romance story. Cray and Jordan are forced into a shotgun wedding. Jordan has been taking care of herself since her Aunt died. Cray catches her stealing eggs and that's where the fun (and the spankings) begin. There are several side characters that keep those pages turning. I enjoyed the book. Very sweet.
Heather on 08/09/2015 11:08am
Very believable characters
Heather on 08/09/2015 11:08am
Very believable characters
Timberlan127 on 07/25/2015 05:23pm
Ms. Kay is the queen of western historical romance. I loved the character of Jordy with all her sass and bravado. Cray was the strong serious head of household type. Ms. Kay kept my interest throughout with all Jordan's well meaning but defiant adventures. I like the kindness that the characters showed each other. This a very enjoyable historical western romance.
Timberlan127 on 07/25/2015 05:23pm
Ms. Kay is the queen of western historical romance. I loved the character of Jordy with all her sass and bravado. Cray was the strong serious head of household type. Ms. Kay kept my interest throughout with all Jordan's well meaning but defiant adventures. I like the kindness that the characters showed each other. This a very enjoyable historical western romance.
Martha on 07/23/2015 09:32am
A lots of spankings. But the story was told well. I enjoyed reading the story.
Martha on 07/23/2015 09:32am
A lots of spankings. But the story was told well. I enjoyed reading the story.
CJO on 07/22/2015 09:30pm
This book was so good! Cray and Jordan are forced to marry by the townspeople, and at first they are mad at each other. They soon start to get along, then fall in love. Their relationship is so sweet, and it turns out they are perfect for each other. There are also plenty of side stories and action/suspense to keep you turning the pages. One of my favorites!
CJO on 07/22/2015 09:30pm
This book was so good! Cray and Jordan are forced to marry by the townspeople, and at first they are mad at each other. They soon start to get along, then fall in love. Their relationship is so sweet, and it turns out they are perfect for each other. There are also plenty of side stories and action/suspense to keep you turning the pages. One of my favorites!
Redrabbitt on 07/22/2015 08:16pm
Oh my, what a fun and entertaining story with a plot that kept the pages turning and me captivated as the entire story unfolds. Cray McCormick and Jordan Smithfield became victims of a shotgun wedding of sorts, courtesy of the upstanding town folks of Sutter's Corner. Jordan has been 'fending' for herself and most folks just allowed it. The problem with Jordan, she has no one, and no one ever stopped her, until Cray McCormick. Cray came westward after the war, losing the only family he had left, two brothers. Sometimes in life, what seems like an unfair situation, can turn into blessings in disguise for both parties. The cast of characters was entertaining, the dialog witty, the spankings duly earned and administered. The sex scenes are only implied and not detailed.
Redrabbitt on 07/22/2015 08:16pm
Oh my, what a fun and entertaining story with a plot that kept the pages turning and me captivated as the entire story unfolds. Cray McCormick and Jordan Smithfield became victims of a shotgun wedding of sorts, courtesy of the upstanding town folks of Sutter's Corner. Jordan has been 'fending' for herself and most folks just allowed it. The problem with Jordan, she has no one, and no one ever stopped her, until Cray McCormick. Cray came westward after the war, losing the only family he had left, two brothers. Sometimes in life, what seems like an unfair situation, can turn into blessings in disguise for both parties. The cast of characters was entertaining, the dialog witty, the spankings duly earned and administered. The sex scenes are only implied and not detailed.
SH on 07/19/2015 02:29pm
A heart warming western full of love and romance! Clay and Jordan meet under not the best of circumstances and they end up on a journey to love and acceptance. A great collection of supporting characters makes a western community come to life. Nicely done.
SH on 07/19/2015 02:29pm
A heart warming western full of love and romance! Clay and Jordan meet under not the best of circumstances and they end up on a journey to love and acceptance. A great collection of supporting characters makes a western community come to life. Nicely done.
SL on 07/19/2015 10:26am
3 ½ -4 stars A cute story of Jordan, who was left to fend for herself when her aunt died, and Cray. Cray is forced to marry her when he spanks her for stealing eggs from his hen house. They both fall in love and it has a happy ending. Although there are several spankings with hair brush, belt and hand….there are no graphic sexual scenes. There is also mention of issues during the time, black vs white, slave vs freeman…Overall a sweet story.
SL on 07/19/2015 10:26am
3 _ -4 stars A cute story of Jordan, who was left to fend for herself when her aunt died, and Cray. Cray is forced to marry her when he spanks her for stealing eggs from his hen house. They both fall in love and it has a happy ending. Although there are several spankings with hair brush, belt and hand_.there are no graphic sexual scenes. There is also mention of issues during the time, black vs white, slave vs freeman_Overall a sweet story.
Firefly on 07/17/2015 04:11am
This was a very good read with a feel good factor. Jordy was left to "fend" for herself and resorted to stealing from a few neighbours who turned a blind eye. Nevertheless Cray accepted his responsibility once it was forced on him by the townsfolk. There were a few minor side stories but each seemed to have a moral and lessons to be learnt. Things were resolved in a decent manner. Even though Jordy had been stealing ("fending") she had been well brought up and was a fair and decent person. She responded well to Cray and their relationship blossomed quickly. As I said, a book with a feel good factor.
Firefly on 07/17/2015 04:11am
"This was a very good read with a feel good factor. Jordy was left to ""fend"" for herself and resorted to stealing from a few neighbours who turned a blind eye. Nevertheless Cray accepted his responsibility once it was forced on him by the townsfolk. There were a few minor side stories but each seemed to have a moral and lessons to be learnt. Things were resolved in a decent manner. Even though Jordy had been stealing (""fending"") she had been well brought up and was a fair and decent person. She responded well to Cray and their relationship blossomed quickly. As I said, a book with a feel good factor."

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