The romance blooms.
Slade is too “macho manly” to leave a woman on her own to tend an unkempt farm.
We learn Sarah’s ex-husband was 74. And her father basically set up an arranged marriage between her and an old coot so he could get a loan.
Shit like that probably happened all the time back then. I assume anyway.
She’s also worried no one will like “old maid of 26.” Unlike today where everyone just dates until the end of time.
A little fun made of romance novels at the end, where Slade is shirtless working on the farm. Women always want their men shirtless in romance novels.
To say that the Olmsted property was a dump would be an insult to dumps. Without old Frederick looking after it, the log cabin had gone into disrepair and the few acres became overrun with weeds and tall grass.
“Oh my,” Sarah said. “I knew enough to be skeptical when the advertisement described it as ‘luxurious’ but this isn’t how I pictured it at all.”
Sarah and Slade walked into the cabin where they found cobwebs, dirty dishes, and dust, dust, and more dust.
“I have my work cut out for me,” Sarah said. “So be it. As the good book says, ‘idle hands are the devil’s handiwork.’”
“Thank you, Marshal. I don’t want to keep you from your duties any longer.”
Slade tipped his hat then headed for his horse, only to stop abruptly. He had something to say, and without Gunther around, it was going to be…
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