Wed To The Montana Cowboy. Carol Arens

sides. She tucked her violin under her chin then poised the bow over the strings.

      After a day of the wagon jouncing over rocks and slamming into ruts along the narrow path, her stomach felt unsettled.

      Poor Screech must have had half of his feathers bent with the jostling he had taken. As soon as they reached the safety of the cabin, she would make him a perch and let him out of his cage.

      Mr. Lantree had estimated that, bears, cougars, storms and floods notwithstanding, they should arrive at her grandfather’s humble cabin before sunset.