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Chapter Seventeen
A Storm Approaches
A storm was coming.
In more ways than one. The lunch hour approached, but the events of the day destroyed Keelan’s appetite. She had to postpone her plan to discuss her tentative acceptance of Everett Garrison’s marriage proposal with her father, because he was sleeping. She hated the effects the medicine had on him.
Keelan fidgeted with her hair; the curtains billowed, inviting her to join the freedom of the breeze outside. As if beckoning, a whinny rent the air from the stables, followed by the angry pounding of a hoof against the stall boards. Her uncle’s stallion, Shamrock’s Prince, was showing his vexation at being separated from his harem of mares, grazing in the lower pasture.
She brightened. A brisk ride would clear her head and ease he
