‘Of the chapters I have been privileged to read, you have created a stunning, beautiful story, the best you’ve ever done, and I enjoyed every word. You wrote magic. -Richard S. Wheeler, author of over fifty historical novels and winner of the Owen Wister Award and several Western Writers of America Spur Awards As was the custom, Libby and Thomas had retired to the parlor after the Sunday meal. A roaring fire warmed the room as Libby set a newly acquired Ming vase, a Christmas present from her mother, on the mantle piece. When she turned around, Thomas surprised her by dropping to one knee and taking both of her delicate hands into his larger ones. 'Libby, ta me i ngra leat. An bPosfaibh tu me? And not waiting for a translation, Libby said, 'Yes. When she heard Thomas professing his love for her and proposing in Irish, it was music coming from his soul to hers. The arrival of the love letter the next day, cemented her commitment and future to the only man she would ever love.