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know that? I think you’re being awfully rude to me Brent! I'm all alone with a strange man in the middle of nowhere, and you blame me because your horse isn't properly trained.”
    Brent sighed.
    “It’s not so difficult to hold onto a horse's reins Christy! It was vain of you to worry more about your hair than about the horse and wagon!”
    Clearly, Brent was no longer amused by the situation. He’d lost a valuable horse, and a wagon; he glared at his new bride as he would a petulant child.
    Christy’s lips began to tremble again.
    “I wish I’d never come to this awful place! It was a mistake to come here. Why did I think I could marry a stranger and be happy?"
    As soon as she said the words, Christy wanted to bite her tongue. She wished she could take them back when she noticed the stung look on Brent’s face.
    “I see,” he said, turning away. “Well, that makes two of us then I suppose.”
    Christy swallowed. She was no longer sorry she’d said it— not if Brent felt the same way! She had been right, he didn't want her after all. He had agreed with her that they should never have met, let alone gotten married. It had all been a terrible mistake. And suddenly Christy felt very alone in the world.
    Brent walked ahead of her down the road. “We ought to find the wagon.”
    She followed after him, tears streaming down her dirty cheeks.
    ***
    They walked in silence for more than two miles, Christy bravely attempting to hide her limp as she gingerly shifted her weight away from her injured ankle. Brent strode down one side of the road and Christy hobbled as quickly as she could on the other. Christy kept trying to sneak a glance at Brent without him noticing. Every time he looked her way, she felt tingles run up and down her body. She had calmed down, and wished dearly that she hadn't run off at the mouth, telling him she regretted coming here. She kept recalling the look on his face as she'd said it, and it sent a dagger through her heart every time.
    Did he really mean what he said? Does he wish I’d never come? Of course he does. Brent is so handsome that he could have any woman he desires, and I’m sure he’d much rather a docile woman who never speaks her mind rather than a red-headed firebrand like me. Besides, it’s for the best anyway, Christy thought. I’ve no place in this town. That’s already plain enough. How could I ever hope to make a life here? I’m out of place and I'm hopeless ― I couldn’t even keep hold of a horse! How could I possibly think I could be his partner in life and help him run a farm?
    Guilt plagued Christy as she thought back to the incident. She wondered if she had cost Brent a lot of money. She prayed that they would find the wagon and the horse in one piece.
    I don’t care about my possessions God, Christy prayed. Let them be ruined, but please let the horse and wagon be found. And let Brent forgive me.
    Christy stopped suddenly and shielded her eyes from the sun. “Why, look!” she called out, pointing ahead of them down the winding track.
    “What is it?” Brent snapped. “Another snake?”
    “No.” Christy cast him a look as she hurried down the road. “It’s my suitcase!”
    She ran up to the luggage only to find the case snapped and broken and all her clothes and garments, along with those donated to her by Meredith, either broken or strewn far and wide. “Oh dear,” Christy said, sitting down besides the suitcase. “I suppose it’s just as I deserve,” she murmured, as Brent walked over to her.
    “Well don’t go crying over a few broken items Christy. We'll find them and see what we can do about fixing them. Don't fret.”
    Christy turned her head quickly to scowl at him. “I’m not crying! Besides, I only feel bad because some of these things were given to me by Meredith. She probably trusted that I would take better care of them than this.” Christy hung her head as Brent knelt down beside her.
    Brent reached his hand out slowly and placed