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also. She’ll be thrilled to have help setting up the tables and chairs.”
    Grace was happy to help out, and was looking forward to the opportunity to get to know more of the people from the area. She had only been in Montana for just over two weeks, but she already knew that she didn’t want to ever leave. Besides, this is where Owen is. She thought.
    She was happy to work with Mrs. Metzger, but what she really had hoped that she could do was work more closely with Owen. She and Owen were really began to warm up to each other, and she looked forward to any opportunity to get to know him better.
    Grace gave Owen a quick jab in the shoulder. “You are just lucky that I am such a good person,” she teased, “or you’d be showing up alone, mister.”
    “Oh, is that right? So you are a saint now, huh?” Owen laughed, rubbing his arm in an exaggerated fashion. “I’m sure you’ll get your just reward!”
    As he said that he reached out suddenly and grabbed Grace around the hips, and held her still while he tickled her stomach. She wiggled, and twisted, trying to get free. Owen prevailed however, and struggle as she might, she was entirely at his mercy.
    Tears began to gather on Grace’s cheeks, as she laughed uncontrollably. Only then, did Owen free her from his grasp. She sunk down to the ground as she felt his grip loosen and looked up at him. She loved to see his grin, always so warm, always making her feel special.
    “Oh, my—.” Grace said after finally beginning to catch her breath after laughing so hard. “You’ll get yours sometime. Mark my words.”
    “It’s settled, then. Be ready to go early tomorrow. I want to get there as early as I can so that I can start assembling the stands.” Owen said, extending his hand to help Grace back to her feet. Turning to Constance, he said with a wink, “I volunteered you too, big sis.”
    “Figured.” Constance answered, her smile giving away her willingness to help despite her refusal to admit it.
    Grace watch as Owen walked away toward the paddock, his muscles flexing slightly as he moved. She admired the man. She had only known him for a few, short weeks, but had already come to respect him. She had noticed that her thoughts turned to him more often than she would admit, even to herself.
    One thing that she felt certain of—Owen had also begun to notice her too. When she had first arrived, he had seemed distant. Deliberately distant. She hadn’t understood why, but assumed it was because he was embarrassed that he had been so rude that first time they met. He had apologized, but still it seemed that he avoided her as much as was possible. Thankfully, it’s not that easy since we live under the same roof. She grinned at her own thought.
     
     

CHAPTER 4
     
    October 3, 1896
     
    Grace cleared the table of the dishes they had just finished using for breakfast, while Constance began packing some stuff to take with them that they could eat for lunch. Though still groggy after waking up extra early to prepare breakfast, Grace was happy that she would be there helping while Owen built stands for the festival. Even if she ended up not being able to work side-by-side with him, she would still see him off and on all day, she was sure. And he did agree to meet Grace and Constance for lunch, which meant they would at least spend some time together.
    “Remind me again why we had to get up before the rooster crows.” Grace yawned, bringing a laugh from Owen.
    “Oh, stop your complaining. You’re just upset because it was your turn to get up earlier to make breakfast.” Owen teased her, and then taking a deep breath he added, “I feel great! I am going to go outside and get the wagon ready. I’ll meet you out front.
    Always so eager to face the day. Grace thought, as she watched Owen walk out the front door, whistling as he did. He was so different than she was. She had never been a morning person and usually took longer than most to wake up all the way. While