"One person cannot be called 'people,'" said the Sorcerer.
One brow shot up.
No, this one is ours.
Let's go do the chores one last time before we leave.
First of all, I wasn't the only one involved.
Lifting the skirt slightly with one hand so she wouldn't trip on it, she let the other hand slide lightly down the banister for added balance.
"That is the one evil of our country," answered the invisible man.
The houses of the city were all made of glass, so clear and transparent that one could look through the walls as easily as through a window.
So he placed Dorothy upon one side of him and the boy upon the other and set a lantern upon each of their heads.
That is the one thing I have faith in!
It isn't one of those things you can talk through, I guess.
"If the Wizard was here," said one of the piglets, sobbing bitterly, "he would not see us suffer so."
"Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?" said Anna Pavlovna.
No one could deny that Alex was a devoted husband and father.
Zeb struck a match and lighted one of the lanterns.
Give me one of those polo shirts and I'll go wash up.
Not that one had anything to do with the other, but the technology of surrogacy would have been inconceivable back then.
A balloon meant to her some other arrival from the surface of the earth, and she hoped it would be some one able to assist her and Zeb out of their difficulties.
"It seems we were mistaken," declared a third, looking at the kitten timorously, "no one with such murderous desires should belong to our party, I'm sure."
One little boy chose "The Horse."
One friend suggests she advertise on dating sites.
It was one of those break-through moments.
The Wizard reached out, caught the wee creature in his hand, and holding its head between one thumb and finger and its tail between the other thumb and finger he pulled it apart, each of the two parts becoming a whole and separate piglet in an instant.
The radio had shifted into Christmas mode with one song after another.
He reached out with one arm and drew her toward him.
But then, maybe Alondra was one of those people who simply took a long time to warm to strangers.
He grinned, the dimple playing below one of his twinkling eyes.
One does not dress or act like a lady.
He is one of the genuine emigres, the good ones.
No one spoke for a long time.
In 2010, people were uploading one hundred million photos on Facebook every single day.
One of the men is staying up with her.
"Not a very pretty one," he answered, as if a little ashamed.
No one did, because the Mangaboos did not wear hats, and Zeb had lost his, somehow, in his flight through the air.
Alex had asked one of the men go into town and rent a car for them.
Nina wasn't the only one awaiting her arrival.
For a moment her heart beat overtime and it looked as though she might fall, but Alex smoothly caught her and stepped around, covering her fumbling so well that no one appeared to notice.
The advisors of the Princess did not like this test; but she commanded them to step into the flame and one by one they did so, and were scorched so badly that the air was soon filled with an odor like that of baked potatoes.
Yet one has just occurred that was even worse than the first.
It seemed as if no one saw that coming because, frankly, no one could conceive of it happening.
Suddenly a man appeared through a hole in the roof next to the one they were on and stepped into plain view.
When no one said anything she sighed, her attention on Carmen.
He placed one upon the floor, so that it could run around, and pulled apart the other, making three piglets in all; and then one of these was pulled apart, making four piglets.
Alex met her at the door, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.
I belong to Bailum & Barney's Great Consolidated Shows--three rings in one tent and a menagerie on the side.
"Don't be rough!" he would call out, if Eureka knocked over one of the round, fat piglets with her paw; but the pigs never minded, and enjoyed the sport very greatly.
It was one thing to tell herself everything was resolved, but quite another to thoroughly accept something she had always considered wrong.
He rose up on one elbow and frowned.
Jonathan found a stick larger on one end than the other to use for a bat.
Dorothy thought he just wiggled one of his drooping ears, but that was all.
"You ought to join one," declared the little man seriously.
"Oh, what cunning things!" cried Dorothy, catching up one and petting it.
Can one be well while suffering morally?
"Tell me it's not true," she heard her emotionless voice saying to no one in particular.
Soon he reached the street and disappeared through a glass doorway into one of the glass buildings.
And so, one by one, the nine tiny piglets were pushed together until but a single one of the creatures remained.
For one terrifying moment the enormity of what they had done brought her close to panic.
She rested one hand on his upper arm and surrendered her other to a hand that engulfed hers.
Around it were arranged, like the five points of a star, the other five brilliant balls; one being rose colored, one violet, one yellow, one blue and one orange.
These spires were like great spear-points, and if they tumbled upon one of them they were likely to suffer serious injury.
"That does not sound especially pleasant," said the little man, looking at the one with the star uneasily.
Instead, he drew a leathern case from his pocket and took from it several sharp knives, which he joined together, one after another, until they made a long sword.
Then the boy returned to one of the upper rooms, and in spite of the hardness of the glass bench was soon deep in slumberland.
"What a horrid, savage beast!" exclaimed a piglet; "and after we've been such good friends, too, and played with one another!"
One can almost picture him, sandwich in hand, slack-jawed in surprise.
It is hard to have a Southern overseer; it is worse to have a Northern one; but worst of all when you are the slave-driver of yourself.
One, chiefly masculine, had formed round the abbe.
Pressed by the throng against the high backs of the chairs, the orators spoke one after another and sometimes two together.
One of the old men nearest to him looked round, but his attention was immediately diverted by an exclamation at the other side of the table.
When Pierre saw the Emperor he was coming out accompanied by two merchants, one of whom Pierre knew, a fat otkupshchik.
Pierre's one feeling at the moment was a desire to show that he was ready to go all lengths and was prepared to sacrifice everything.
He was head of the house - the one who made final decisions.
Slowly carrying the full cups into the living room, she handed one to Alex.
Alex retrieved her from Felipa and shifted her so that she sat on his arm, one of her arms around his neck.
All the same, he was the one who broke the embrace.
No one wanted to feel forced into anything.
To me, a beautiful horse is one that looks friendly.
Carmen couldn't make out more than a few words, but one of them was mare.
If so, maybe they should put one on the payroll.
Other than the one time he had lost his temper with her, she had never known him to be anything but gentle.
One glance at the picture and his neck turned red.
The central and largest one was white, and reminded her of the sun.
Dorothy was too dazed to say much, but she watched one of Jim's big ears turn to violet and the other to rose, and wondered that his tail should be yellow and his body striped with blue and orange like the stripes of a zebra.
He reached the edge of the tall roof, stepped one foot out into the air, and walked into space as calmly as if he were on firm ground.
One Wizard is worth three Sorcerers.
It was one of the things Gwig usually did to prove he was a sorcerer.
On some of the bushes might be seen a bud, a blossom, a baby, a half-grown person and a ripe one; but even those ready to pluck were motionless and silent, as if devoid of life.
He led them within another but smaller circle of hedge, where grew one large and beautiful bush.
Then she happened to remember that in a corner of her suit-case were one or two crackers that were left over from her luncheon on the train, and she went to the buggy and brought them.
Almost everyone creates, in one form or another.
But in the excitement of carrying me to church my father lost the name on the way, very naturally, since it was one in which he had declined to have a part.
She feared for her brother who was in it, was horrified by and amazed at the strange cruelty that impels men to kill one another, but she did not understand the significance of this war, which seemed to her like all previous wars.
She stepped forward and pulled the newspaper down with one hand.
You're always the last one to get anything new.
Maybe Katie wasn't the only one who had been overlooked by Señor Medena when it came to inheritance.
After he left, she lifted one of the suitcases and placed it on the bed.
I guess because the only one who should be looking at it is my husband.
Hopefully, this was his one and only session with drinking too much.
Dorothy and Zeb looked at one another in wonder.
This second one was a Rain of People-and-Horse-and-Buggy.
"May I eat one of them?" asked the kitten, in a pleading voice.
"Cats are dreadful creatures!" said one of them.
Noticing that the light was growing dim he picked up his nine piglets, patted each one lovingly on its fat little head, and placed them carefully in his inside pocket.
One of the chairs pushed back from the table, and this was so astonishing and mysterious that Dorothy was almost tempted to run away in fright.
He had done one good deed.
"What can one say about it?" replied the prince in a cold, listless tone.
In a quiet room with no one looking on, she managed to get her emotions under control by focusing on Destiny.
They loved one child as much as the other, but one child could never take the place of another.
She was the one who had insisted on waiting until they were married.
No one knew what the future held, but if they faced everything together, surely they would grow together.
Lisa was making the beds one morning and Connie was in the bathroom brushing her teeth.
"No one is staying with me," she answered sharply, and then realized she had revealed she was alone.
It wasn't the first time she had seen a bear track, but it was the first time she had seen one that fresh.
She came into the kitchen with her purse on one arm and joined the others.
He raised one eyebrow.
No, it's no one my family knew but I think the change will be good for me.
But when she asked Giddon to give Connie his phone number, he looked suspiciously from one of them to the other.
There was only one way to find out... well, maybe two, but asking Sarah or Giddon was probably wasted effort.
No one responded to her calls, and she found a note on the refrigerator.
Only one thing came to mind – a drug deal.
They had cake and ice cream and talked for nearly an hour about one thing and another.
Because you're the one who is concerned about my safety.
A few minutes later the television was on one of Tammy's shows.
Anyway she finally got so lonely and depressed that she locked herself in her room one day and shot herself.
No one ever thought he'd return to the living.
Wasted years caused by one silly mistake.
I'm here in one piece, sort of, and you've given me a clean slate to begin act two of my life.
I'm sorry to have missed act one, but I promise a short intermission before I give act two a try.
"You're the only one who can hear the buzz," Quinn answered defensively.
He was history, in more ways than one.
I'd assume no one would believe me and I'd be at a loss to prove what I saw.
Maybe one of them is like those mushrooms you hear about that book you on a psychedelic vacation.
"We will all arise, every one of us will go, for our father the Tsar!" he shouted, rolling his bloodshot eyes.
Alex had been the one who helped her see them as true family, and yet he was having issues accepting his own father.
He was simply one of their children.
I'm too warm in this one.
Could I ride one?
I can't have one.
No one had said anything.
Sleep meant one thing – nightmares.
In front of each place was a plate bearing one of the delicious dama-fruit, and the perfume that rose from these was so enticing and sweet that they were sorely tempted to eat of them and become invisible.
"Why, we can see each other again!" cried one, joyfully.
They counted them and were surprised to find that not one lamb of the great flock of seven hundred was missing.
Then the king called one of the wisest scholars in Egypt and asked him what the word meant.
At six months I could pipe out "How d'ye," and one day I attracted every one's attention by saying "Tea, tea, tea" quite plainly.
Early one morning, however, the fever left me as suddenly and mysteriously as it had come.
Here one side of the mountain had a great hole in it, like the mouth of a cavern, and the stairs stopped at the near edge of the floor and commenced ascending again at the opposite edge.
One day in spring four men were riding on horseback along a country road.
The little man felt carefully in his pocket and pulled out the tiny piglets, setting them upon the grass one by one, where they ran around and nibbled the tender blades.
A piñata had been hung from one of the banisters above and the children of some of the employees joined them.
There will be one from each of us to the other, and then a couple for the children from Santa.
Actually, everything belongs to both of us, but I was the one who had the lifelong dream of a horse ranch.
Alex was lounging with one shoulder against the wall on the other side of the family room when Carmen walked in.
She dropped to her pillow, wondering if she was the only one who thought their exchange across the living room ended the quarrel.
He had the background and the education, but he obviously didn't have the inclination to adjust to the one being forced on him.
Clicking from one spreadsheet to another, she was shocked at the extent of his investments.
"I don't need one," she snapped over her shoulder, and then slid the patio door shut behind her.
There was no immediate need for a van and if they did need one, they... he, obviously had the money.
I'm not all that secretive, but you were the one who kept telling me that if he wanted you to know, he'd tell you.
But then, she admitted to loving him at one time, so it's not hard to believe she still felt something for him.
He came back from a trip down there one time and was upset because he said Uncle Fabrice treated him like a dunce in front of customers.
Carmen sat one side of the bed and Alex on the other, each holding a tiny hand.
This antibiotic seems to be working better than the previous one.
No, if one of us has to get snowed in up here, I'd rather it was me.
He hesitantly announced to Carmen one evening that he wanted to learn to play a guitar.
He wants one of his own.
If it's something we simply can't afford, that's one thing, but we should be encouraging things like this, Alex.
It was the idea that I would never have one... the death of a dream, I guess.
"It isn't the first skunk I've seen around here," Carmen said, "but it's the first time I saw one acting like that.
One word was missing in all that...
It wasn't one night of loving that made the difference.
Katie was right about one thing.
If Dulce had a boyfriend, no one had mentioned it.
But then, no one mentioned a child, either.
No one had said anything about Dulce being married, either.
Carmen left her chair in one quick movement and circled his neck with her arms, kissing him on the temple.
After all, her husband was the one who had custody of the boy.
For the first time the memory of how he reacted when she told him she was pregnant wasn't a painful one.
It wasn't any one thing.
He said he felt bad about it, but conceded that Tessa had been less than honest with him on more than one occasion.
It doesn't matter to me one way or another, but I wish you would at least make an effort at seeing his side of it.
As she was dressing for church one Sunday, she was having zipping up her dress.
Here's one you should know after raising dairy goats.
In the weeks of natural stimulation, she had been the one who was embarrassed.
I guess he's always been a part of me... one I've wasted most of my life trying to remove.
He wasn't the one who gave me a bad name.
For one horrible long moment he was silent.
It would have been humiliating if anyone had noticed, but no one seemed to pay much attention – probably because so many others were also drinking.
No one in her family ever questioned her innocence.
She should be looking for a replacement vehicle, but having another car in the garage would only be a reminder that there was no one left to drive it.
Maybe when she got back she could replace her old one.
She was the only one left now.
Acquaintances were shallow and many, but if a person had one true friend in a lifetime, they were blessed.
The car made one more circle in the road and then lunged at the cliff.
If only she could have one more chance.
She opened the door and slid her legs out one by one, trying to avoid contact with the car.
He turned to his horse and mounted in one smooth movement.
Now he would know that no one was expecting her.
A gray brick house dominated the landscape, its ranch style sprawling in a U shape with a garage on one end.
That's the one the old hospital is on, isn't it?
I'll lend you one of my night gowns and find some clothes for you to wear in the morning.
Still, it was her first car and one with memories packed into it.
You ever ride one of these?
Such an unlikely spot for a home site, and yet, the remains of a chimney gave indisputable proof that one had existed at some point.
But then so was the scream of a mountain lion, and she had never seen one of those, either.
She encircled his neck with one arm, noting that his breathing didn't seem at all labored as he carried her across the creek.
At one point he splashed through a mud puddle, throwing mud and water all over her.
By the time I got it from the car, it was down to one bar.
He favored her with one of his wry smiles.
"You have one now," Giddon interrupted solemnly.
"I suppose that's the one thing that troubles me most," Lisa admitted.
No one was around, so she decided to explore the path.
I mean, one you have a chance of winning.
His arms were folded across his chest, one leg thrown carelessly over the other.
He reached out and took one of her curls in his big hand and studied it.
There was only one thing that she was sure of, and that was the fact that she had an overactive imagination.
One evening, close to suppertime, Lisa, Tammy and Sarah were lounging around the pool.
Giddon paid no attention to the three at the pool, patting Diablo's nose and talking softly to him as if no one was around.
Only one reason came to mind - because it wasn't dangerous.
He dismounted in one graceful movement and started unsaddling Diablo.
It was one of her favorite artists, Andy Gordon.
First I'd have to find a man before I could find a new one.
A wisp of blond hair hung over one eye and Lisa brushed it back.
Which one is mine?
Well... Yancey, maybe you're the one I should be careful about.
He slung the dishtowel over his shoulder and one long step brought him to a point where she was pinned in the corner of the counter.
At least they had one common interest.
The destination of the path remained a burning mystery, but Tammy innocently tossed fuel on the flames with a chance comment one day while they were watching television.
It was one thing to ask casual questions of Giddon's daughter.
What was down that path that no one wanted to talk about, and why did Giddon insist that his houseguest should not wander around alone?
The questions plagued her until one evening when the black car returned.
There might be a thousand explanations for what she had witnessed, but only one came to mind.
He wasn't buying it for one minute.
A quick check assured no one was in the house.
It was stuffed with one thousand dollar bills – fifty of them.
One was an electric bill, but the other was addressed to Sharon Dobson, Brownsville, Texas.
Assured that no one was there, she went to her room.
After one last look around to see if she was being watched, she started into the woods.
She lit with one foot underneath her body, and the momentum of her fall threw her forward - over the ledge.
One second she was falling head over heels, the next rolling on her side.
She felt his breath on the back of her neck and stiffened as one arm slipped around her waist.
Yet, one backward glance at the hard lines of the face over hers reminded her that there was more than the gentle side to him.
She had no idea what made him angry one minute and jovial the next.
Sarah was right about one thing.
She stepped away from him, but he grabbed one arm, turning her around to face him.
It's a nice one, low mileage and looks to be in excellent condition.
Since she had given no information to Howard, Connie had to be the one who was talking.
He looked startled for a second, and then his eyes flashed, the brows furrowing into one.
So what difference did it make who came up with the idea as long as it was a good one?
The restaurant was one that she had heard of, but couldn't afford to enjoy.
One hand on her waist, the other holding hers lightly, he gracefully swept her around.
You're the one who thinks I'm afraid.
When the music stopped, he cupped one of her elbows and led her back to their table.
Most of the boys she dated would never have thought of practicing the age-old custom of walking around the car to open her door, or guiding her through the crowd with a gentle hand on one elbow.
The next time she glanced at the table where she had seen the driver, no one was there.
No one had been to that box before her.
The ride back was quiet, but the silence was a comfortable one, only becoming awkward when they reached the door of his house.
So close, and yet she had never seen one in the yard.
To her surprise, he was the one who broke away.
She stopped suddenly, grasping the tree with one hand.
I wasn't the one running away.
One thought had been gnawing at her consciousness since the first time she suspected him of being involved in drugs.
In spite of his size, his steps were light, as if he chose every one carefully.
One way or another, she had to get into that building.
One evening, when Tammy was in bed and the three of them were relaxing in the family room, the telephone rang.
No, he's just in one of his moods.
His eyes were dancing with amusement as he used one hand to jerk the towel free and expose cut-off blue jeans.
Finding no one there, she relaxed and began fixing breakfast.
Yancey was the first one to the kitchen.
Maybe that was what the dream was about – shifting from one family to the next.
As she picked up one of his shirts, she smelled the same odor she had smelled last night.
After all, he was the one who insisted that his mother was her boss.
She didn't want the family picture, as that was the one they used in the newspaper.
Instead, she collected a few small photos and arranged them all in one frame.
No one knew she was there except...
The one you dumped me for.
The fingers of one hand clutched her throat, while the other warded off her blows.
The one person she thought she could trust had turned on her.
She had been the one who had betrayed, and the person she had betrayed was Yancey.
Howard wasn't the one involved with drugs.
Leaning forward she reached up with one hand and cupped the back of his neck.
Len was the only one left she could trust, and she couldn't tell him anything without implicating Yancey.
One thing was sure.
No one was in the kitchen, but a note from Sarah explained that she and Tammy had gone to town shopping again.
No one was in sight when she reached the building, but the door was open.
She tiptoed over to one of the cloth-covered objects, keeping a wary eye on the door, and carefully lifted the cloth.
A 55-gallon barrel stood in one corner with rags hanging over the edge.
A big one this time.
There was only one answer, of course.
Maybe one of those brown sacks in the laundry room would work, and she could put the pictures in with it.
"You've said quite enough for one evening," she answered with equal composure.
He took one look at the suitcases on the bed and started toward her.
Multiple pairs of feet hurried down the hall and Connie was the first one through the door.
One day we were out, so I put some powdered sugar in a bag.
The yellow skirt of her sundress was molded to the soft curves one side of her body by a breeze.
One hand gracefully held the folds of her dress and the other brushed a wayward curl from her forehead.
There is one thing I still don't understand – it's out of character.
Connie caught her breath So you were the one who told him how to get to the house.
I trusted you with that information and you gave it to the one person she didn't want to know.
She was the one who told me that he was a child prodigy.
I'm surprised she didn't figure that one out right away.
I think helping Lisa has made me realize that one person can make a difference.
Sensing a presence, she opened one eye.
One hand shot out in an instinctive search for anything to stop her fall.
Julia nodded and glanced at Adrienne with one eye.
Brandon was focused on one thing, and it wasn't romance.
Yeah, and you're the only one he shares them with - and you won't tell.
One thing she had plenty of was hair.
There were only three bedrooms, and because she had to get up the earliest, she was the lucky one to have a room of her own - with the exception of Brandon, of course.
No. But if I were trying to defend my honor, you'd be the one I would choose to take up there.
The truth is, I like your companionship - and I'd like my parents to meet one of my best friends.
That one's going to beat you home.
He leaned one shoulder against the door jam and frowned down at her.
Or was Brandon the one with the problem?
Roxanne had a set her cap for him and Adrienne had no intention of being the one to spoil her friends' plans.
This was one way to kill two birds with one stone.
"She's one of my room mates," he confessed.
He turned and mounted his horse in one lithe movement.
You lay the reins against one side of his neck, like this.
If there's one thing he can't stand, it must be an independent female.
One day when they were sitting on the porch steps together, Brandon proposed a solution.
If one of us has to leave, I'll go.
I let our stupid house rules stand between us for a long time, but I was the one who finally broke them.
Would it be such an imposition to take just one day off to go see my parents?
Are we going to have one of these relationships where we have to constantly prove our love to each other?
In fact, he was the one who was acting selfish!
The highway ahead of them was clear, except for one big truck coming their way... and a car approaching the highway to their right.
Without a word, he backed the car until they were close to the one that had pulled out in front of them.
I'm the one who owes you an apology, not the other way around.
What would it have hurt to put her studies aside for one day?
For one brief instant, he looked at Adrienne as if he actually saw her.
You'd better call one of the girls to pick you up.
I think you're the one who is placing the blame on yourself.
Mr. Marsh is the one who is responsible.
Mrs. Marsh had found one last reserve of uncontrollable sobs.
No, I was the one saying that.
Like he said; he only has one mother, and he can finish his schooling later.
But I think Julie is right about one thing.
She shrugged one shoulder.
You're the one who pushed this relationship.
You're the one who...
He was the one who had been deceptive.
"You forgot one thing," she said, twisting at the engagement ring.
Life was empty without him and no one seemed to be anxious to replace him - especially her parents.
Even Rachel and Julia insisted that she was the one with the problem.
You're the one who threw the ring at me.
If it's that important to you, I'll find some one to take care of the ranch.
The riders were a blur in the heat waves, but she was sure one was Pete.
If we all treated you like one of the guys, wouldn't you be a little disappointed?
Let me make one thing clear.
If any one of you lays a hand on her, you'll be answering to me.
Bordeaux dismounted, surveying the camp, landscape and men in one rolling glance.
Turning on one heal, she stalked off to her wagon.
One thing was obvious about Bordeaux.
Each day they changed positions in line so that no one ate the dust from all the wagons every day.
If one wagon got stuck, the rest would have to stop while one of the other teams was unhitched and added to pull the wagon out.
He simply went into town one day and never returned.
She patted the handle of her whip with one hand and caressed the stock of her rifle with the other.
This was one trip that wouldn't be boring.
Throwing back the covers that had protected her from the cold night air, she grabbed one of her boots.
There was already a sizable gap between her wagon and the one in front of her.
Being first in line one day meant being last in line the next.
If you throw one more dead animal at my feet, I'm going to beat you over the head with it.
He lifted one brow.
One of the mules bared its teeth at him.
He paused with the spoon half way to his lips and raised one brow.
Noticing Bordeaux was the only one who didn't have coffee, she poured another cup and handed it to him.
Bordeaux was stretched on the sand outside the firelight, leaning on one elbow while he ate.
You were the one in the photo - the wandering nephew.
Pete's attention was darting from one of them to the other.
Don't you ever try to use one of those on me again.
With that, he pivoted on one heal and walked away.
Knowing that was one thing.
She packed all the dishes and stashed them in the back of one of the wagons.
"Give me your canteen," he ordered, "And take this one."
She shrugged and handed him her canteen, accepting the full one he offered.
She was the one who had become serious - and with little encouragement on his part.
Davis was right about one thing.
At the moment he was one of the most important people in her life.
He deserved an apology, and she intended to give him one - if she ever saw him again.
One and a half or two if you leave the wagons - and leave tonight.
Bordeaux helped her into the saddle and then mounted one of the mules.
Being tempted was one thing, giving in to temptation was something else.
Cassie cleaned the supper dishes as best she could with sand, and stored them in one of the packs.
Bordeaux lay against her back, one arm around her waist and one leg thrown carelessly over hers.
One part of her mind was whispering for her to push him away, but the other side was shouting that it didn't matter.
She slipped one arm around his neck and returned the kiss, answering his question.
No one will ever know.
He pulled her close again, kissing her lips while one hand fumbled with the buttons on her pants.
What must he think of her, encouraging him one minute, and then turning away the next?
She plodded on, willing herself to take each step, not thinking of the miles to go, but merely getting through one more painful step.
Her legs felt like posts, but she drug one foot in front of another until the ground under her feet seemed to change.
Do you think it was Pete or one of the other guys?
Pouring water from one of the canteens into his hat, he watered the horse.
The old woman spoke to one of the younger women.
He wasn't one bit concerned that she had caught him.
We'd have waited for you, but we was outnumbered three to one and didn't have time to look for you.
She covered her eyes with one forearm and succumbed to tears.
He was the one for her – but was she the one for him?
And yet, now the twins could return to their beloved ranch – the one she had finished paying off.
This was one time she couldn't ride the fence.
Even at this hour a piano was pounding out a raucous tune in one of the three saloons.
Bordeaux had one arm wrapped fondly around the shoulders of a saloon girl.
He spun on one heal and left the hotel.
But if Bordeaux wasn't a Mormon, why would he propose to two women in one day?
Of course, why would a Mormon propose to two women in one day?
No, Bordeaux had only one reason for wanting to marry Cassie - the ranch.
There was only one thing left to do.
If there's one thing I don't need, it's a man telling me how to run my life.
It was nice to get away for a while, but the way women acted, you'd think I was romantically involved with every one of the men.
He gave her a big hug and turned to Cassie with one arm encircling Darcie possessively.
He turned to one of the men standing around the stage office and indicated Darcie with a wave of his hand.
She released his arm only to grab it again as one of the buggy wheels dropped into a pothole.
Grasping the break with one hand, she met his amused gaze.
Cassie, your father should be the one to tell you this, but since you're not likely to give him the chance, I'll tell you.
Of course - no one said he wasn't.
She had spent too much time hating him to do that all in one day, though.
Riding horses was one of her favorite pastimes, and the country out that way was gorgeous - winter or summer.