Mary Connealy > Quotes

“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

“...death grip. Life grip was really a better way to describe it.”
― Mary Connealy, Deep Trouble

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“When the good Lord put a burden on his heart, he listened.”
― Mary Connealy, The Accidental Guardian

“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

“The pain was on the surface, so it took all his will to reach upward. But maybe that's what God asked of man. To reach upward even when it's hard.”
― Mary Connealy, Her Secret Song

“Chance planned to live in such a way that his son would grow up to be a strong, wise, honorable, faithful man. And the only way Chance knew to teach that was to be such a man himself.”
― Mary Connealy, The Boden Birthright

“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

“She knitted him a thick scarf to cover his face and he teased her about liking her warming him better. She told him impertinently that she had enough to do without that troublesome chore, and he chased her around the room. Cassie laughed out loud as they played. “Your sassy mouth makes me want to kiss you.” He caught her by the waist. “You know that, Cass. So you must want a kiss.” “I most certainly do.” She giggled as he kissed her soundly.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“Red caught her hand and lifted it from his mouth and held it gently. “Say, ‘You’re a polecat, Red Dawson.’ Tell me I’m a mangy, growly old bear. Tell me I’m a sneakin’, low-down coyote. Tell me I’m as mean as a rattler and as cantankerous as Buck and as stubborn as an ox. Say it or admit you’re a liar and a coward, Mrs. Dawson. Tell me I’m a—” “All those animals,” Cassie interrupted, “are put here by God for the exact purpose they serve.” Rather sharply she added, “You’re the problem.” Cassie seemed to realize what she’d said, and she pulled back a step. She’d have covered her mouth again if Red hadn’t held tight to her hand. Red grinned for a second. Then he tipped his head back and laughed out loud. It was a full belly laugh, and when he looked back at her, his eyes were damp from laughing and he had to wipe them. “Why, Cassandra Dawson, I do believe you just insulted me.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“You want to throw up and you’re dizzy. What else is different, Grace? Are you having any other symptoms?” Daniel hadn’t blinked since she’d grabbed her stomach. He looked terrified. “Symptoms? What are you talking about? Symptoms of some sickness?” “No, Grace.” Daniel sounded wound up as tight as a pocket watch. She could almost hear him ticking with tension. “Symptoms of carrying a baby.” “A…a b-baby?” Grace was stunned. “Does fainting come with that?” “And a sour belly first thing in the morning.” Daniel dropped to his knees beside the bed. “What’re we gonna do with a new batch of babies?”
― Mary Connealy, Calico Canyon

“Cassie grabbed at the heavy skillet she had hanging on a peg on the wall, and Red rushed to lift it for her. She whacked at his hands with a wooden spoon. “Don’t you have any chores to do outside?” “I’m carrying this frying pan for you.” Red pried her fingers off it. “Now tell me where you want it.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“Cassie, Griff told you not to ride. Griff told you not to talk about the baby to the point you don’t know a thing about what’s to come. Griff told you a woman was unclean when she was carryin’ a child. Griff mortgaged all your family heirlooms without telling you so you could have a useless new silk dress every year. Excuse me for speakin’ ill of the dead, Cass, but your husband wasn’t very smart, was he?”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“The second he left, Cassie rushed to Red’s side. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to start all that. I didn’t mean to be so bad-mannered. I’m the cause of—” Red leaned down and kissed her. He didn’t kiss her for long, but she quit talking to try and catch up with the kissing. He pulled away and said flatly, “Don’t go anywhere alone, Cassie.” He looked up and said to Seth, “You see she minds me, Seth. You have to watch her every second. She’s a wily little thing.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“Don’t you think you should lie down?” Red asked, hacking at the ham just for something to do. “Muriel says I should stay up for as long as possible. She said I’ll be so sick of lying in bed by the end that I’ll want these first few hours back.” “Hours?” Red stopped slicing and looked sideways at her. “How many hours?” “Muriel said her first child made his appearance about twenty-four hours after the first pains.” “Twenty-four hours!” Red yelled.”
― Mary Connealy, Montana Rose

“You really pounded him, Ma,” Ike said. He dropped a heavy hackberry branch and ran over and threw his arms around her, nearly knocking her farther down the hill. Abe slammed into her from the other side, thus balancing her again. The rest of the boys swarmed her. “Wow, Ma, we saw you beating that man up. I never knew you were tough like that.” Mark looked up at her, his eyes shining with admiration. Grace thought of all the times she’d tried to get this little scamp to respect her when she was teaching school. Apparently all she’d needed to do was get in a fistfight on Mosqueros’s Main Street and he’d have behaved.”
― Mary Connealy, Calico Canyon