She threw herself across the bed and placed her soft face in her hands and her long curly auburn hair fell to the sides. She then rolled to her side. Perplexed, she let out a frustrated sigh. "Do I love him or don’t I?" she said, feeling puzzled. She of course, was talking about William Buck Brady, Brady for short. He was the most handsome farm hand her daddy had ever hired that she could recall. Buck had been working there for the past three years. He began asking her for a date a few months after...