“The decent, strong person had to do decent, strong things like love unlovable people and keep peace even when it wasn't easy.”
―
Mary Connealy,
Doctor in Petticoats
“We're married. I will protect you. I will die for you. Better than that. I will live for you.” ― Mary Connealy, Sharpshooter in Petticoats
“Of course she'd told him she would, but if the man hadn't registered her sarcasm, then he wasn't making full use of his ears.” ― Mary Connealy, Petticoat Ranch
“To my way of thinking, no one can live in the grandest cathedral on earth, the Rocky Mountains, and not know that there's someone bigger than man in charge of the world.” ― Mary Connealy, Petticoat Ranch
“True treasure is inside your heart - it's a soul that is at peace with God. So live your life for God. Not for your parents or yourself. Streets of gold are for the next life.” ― Mary Connealy
“I don't reckon men are supposed to think," Sally said philosophically, as the pile of hemp rope grew at her feet. "That's why God gave 'em big muscles.” ― Mary Connealy, Petticoat Ranch
“The man was a lunatic who somehow could tap into sanity when he looked her in the eye. What did that man make her? A human straightjacket?” ― Mary Connealy , Doctor in Petticoats
“...death grip. Life grip was really a better way to describe it.” ― Mary Connealy, Deep Trouble
“Rafe hadn’t been around women much, but since he’d gotten married to one of the little critters, he’d noticed they seemed to have to say out loud every thought in their head. Including stuff everybody already knew. It’d snowed. Today it was real nice. It was called weather. What was there to talk about?” ― Mary Connealy, Over the Edge
“Are they supposed to cry so much and giggle every second when they're not crying? They never quit finding something so funny that I thought it'd break my eardrums a few times.” ― Mary Connealy, Petticoat Ranch
“I've seen too much of the beauty of the Lord's creation to ever doubt the Almighty.” ― Mary Connealy, Now and Forever
“He rubbed the ugly, jagged scar that ran from the corner of his eye to his hairline just above his ear. He was glad he had it. A lifelong reminder of that awful day” ― Mary Connealy, Out of Control
“Good idea. I'll do it.” ― Mary Connealy, Sharpshooter in Petticoats
“Is there a baby?” Her eyes went blank, as if he’d spoken the question in Apache. “A baby,” he repeated, “on the way. Is that why you hid out in my wagon? To trap me?” She gasped. Daniel heard the boys gasp, too, though he doubted they knew what he was really asking. She knew all right, because she unwound from the little ball she’d curled herself into and slapped him hard across the face. The boys all jumped, but they stayed under cover. Smart boys. She packed quite a wallop for a little thing. His face burned. His temper rose. Her chin began to quiver. The sparkle in her eyes blazed into fire. She pulled her hand back to paste him again. He caught her hand with a smart slap of flesh on flesh, surprised at how furious he was. He should have been sorry. He should have been begging her pardon for asking such a thing. But he wasn’t. And her anger might be over getting caught rather than being insulted. “Sorry, Mrs. Reeves, but that’s no answer.” The sting on his cheek came out in his voice. She jerked against his grip. He held fast. She raised her other hand—this one clenched in a fist—and he caught that, too. He leaned close. “You are well and truly trapped, Mrs. Reeves. Just like I am.” ― Mary Connealy, Calico Canyon
“beautiful woman. Beautiful? That thought cleared his head. “Uh . . . you’re not fifty or sixty years old,” ― Mary Connealy, Out of Control
“beautiful. “But if we get out of here and you’re . . . uh . . . old and—” ugly—“sixty years old or something . . .” ― Mary Connealy, Out of Control
“Trace, the lengths you've gone to in taking care of us is nothing short of heroic. You are a blessed miracle from God, you and your men. You saved us and now you care for us. It's the Bible's very definition of a Christian.~ Deb” ― Mary Connealy, The Accidental Guardian
“And....and well, I can't be kissing a man. that's a good way to get tangled up...in forever” ― Mary Connealy, The Accidental Guardian
“So now the sky was falling. Maybe the end of the world. Maybe Jesus coming again. That suited her.White lights shot across the sky. She lost count. She stood and watched through Sidney's telescope and felt. For the first time in a year she wasn't ice cold all the way to her soul. It was as close as she could be to free in her stronghold of a home.Logic told her that the world probably wasn't coming to an end. That would be too easy. She hadn't had an easy day in her life.She pulled the telescope away from her eye and watched white slices of heavenly light. Content with the goosebumps of fear, her spirits rose. Assuming the world wasn't ending, she'd come to a good place out here. Her children were safe. She was safe-- bitterly lonely but safe.” ― Mary Connealy, Sharpshooter in Petticoats
“We're married. I will protect you. I will die for you. Better than that. I will live for you.” ― Mary Connealy, Sharpshooter in Petticoats
“Of course she'd told him she would, but if the man hadn't registered her sarcasm, then he wasn't making full use of his ears.” ― Mary Connealy, Petticoat Ranch
“To my way of thinking, no one can live in the grandest cathedral on earth, the Rocky Mountains, and not know that there's someone bigger than man in charge of the world.” ― Mary Connealy, Petticoat Ranch
“True treasure is inside your heart - it's a soul that is at peace with God. So live your life for God. Not for your parents or yourself. Streets of gold are for the next life.” ― Mary Connealy
“I don't reckon men are supposed to think," Sally said philosophically, as the pile of hemp rope grew at her feet. "That's why God gave 'em big muscles.” ― Mary Connealy, Petticoat Ranch
“The man was a lunatic who somehow could tap into sanity when he looked her in the eye. What did that man make her? A human straightjacket?” ― Mary Connealy , Doctor in Petticoats
“...death grip. Life grip was really a better way to describe it.” ― Mary Connealy, Deep Trouble
“Rafe hadn’t been around women much, but since he’d gotten married to one of the little critters, he’d noticed they seemed to have to say out loud every thought in their head. Including stuff everybody already knew. It’d snowed. Today it was real nice. It was called weather. What was there to talk about?” ― Mary Connealy, Over the Edge
“Are they supposed to cry so much and giggle every second when they're not crying? They never quit finding something so funny that I thought it'd break my eardrums a few times.” ― Mary Connealy, Petticoat Ranch
“I've seen too much of the beauty of the Lord's creation to ever doubt the Almighty.” ― Mary Connealy, Now and Forever
“He rubbed the ugly, jagged scar that ran from the corner of his eye to his hairline just above his ear. He was glad he had it. A lifelong reminder of that awful day” ― Mary Connealy, Out of Control
“Good idea. I'll do it.” ― Mary Connealy, Sharpshooter in Petticoats
“Is there a baby?” Her eyes went blank, as if he’d spoken the question in Apache. “A baby,” he repeated, “on the way. Is that why you hid out in my wagon? To trap me?” She gasped. Daniel heard the boys gasp, too, though he doubted they knew what he was really asking. She knew all right, because she unwound from the little ball she’d curled herself into and slapped him hard across the face. The boys all jumped, but they stayed under cover. Smart boys. She packed quite a wallop for a little thing. His face burned. His temper rose. Her chin began to quiver. The sparkle in her eyes blazed into fire. She pulled her hand back to paste him again. He caught her hand with a smart slap of flesh on flesh, surprised at how furious he was. He should have been sorry. He should have been begging her pardon for asking such a thing. But he wasn’t. And her anger might be over getting caught rather than being insulted. “Sorry, Mrs. Reeves, but that’s no answer.” The sting on his cheek came out in his voice. She jerked against his grip. He held fast. She raised her other hand—this one clenched in a fist—and he caught that, too. He leaned close. “You are well and truly trapped, Mrs. Reeves. Just like I am.” ― Mary Connealy, Calico Canyon
“beautiful woman. Beautiful? That thought cleared his head. “Uh . . . you’re not fifty or sixty years old,” ― Mary Connealy, Out of Control
“beautiful. “But if we get out of here and you’re . . . uh . . . old and—” ugly—“sixty years old or something . . .” ― Mary Connealy, Out of Control
“Trace, the lengths you've gone to in taking care of us is nothing short of heroic. You are a blessed miracle from God, you and your men. You saved us and now you care for us. It's the Bible's very definition of a Christian.~ Deb” ― Mary Connealy, The Accidental Guardian
“And....and well, I can't be kissing a man. that's a good way to get tangled up...in forever” ― Mary Connealy, The Accidental Guardian
“So now the sky was falling. Maybe the end of the world. Maybe Jesus coming again. That suited her.White lights shot across the sky. She lost count. She stood and watched through Sidney's telescope and felt. For the first time in a year she wasn't ice cold all the way to her soul. It was as close as she could be to free in her stronghold of a home.Logic told her that the world probably wasn't coming to an end. That would be too easy. She hadn't had an easy day in her life.She pulled the telescope away from her eye and watched white slices of heavenly light. Content with the goosebumps of fear, her spirits rose. Assuming the world wasn't ending, she'd come to a good place out here. Her children were safe. She was safe-- bitterly lonely but safe.” ― Mary Connealy, Sharpshooter in Petticoats
