Kathleen

“Bessie, the old gray mule, had two speeds: slow and stop. A stick of dynamite could not have put any more giddy-up in her pace....”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“Poor old Rhett," Sawyer mumbled.
"What about Rhett?"
"I just feel sorry for him if he does come to Burnt Boot. He won't have a pretty little redhead to watch his back.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“The table was set for two, as usual, with one exception. Right smack in the middle was an old chipped crock cookie jar. Glazing cracks started at the bottom and wove their way in different directions, some on the sides, with others winding their way around in circles.
"Are we having cookies with our waffles?" Jill asked.

"Look at it closely," Sawyer grinned, "Pay especially close attention to the lid."

"Daisies," She smiled.

"I would have gone out into the pasture and picked some wild ones for you, but it's the wrong time of year. That's all I could find with a daisy on it," Sawyer said”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“Now tell me, Sawyer O'Donnell, are you more Irish or Hispanic?"
"Half and half. Love the Mexican food but also love a good Irish whiskey on occasion. They're both really good lovers, you know. Hot-blooded and stand by their women.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys