The work was steady and unceasing, always there, a list waiting for her attention, a task needing to be done. Arabella stood up and rubbed the back of her wrist across her forehead, palm out as her hand was covered in dust. In the fall, dust seemed to blow in from all corners of Lancaster County as trees were scarce and the hills did little to hold off the wind. Arabella swept and scrubbed the rooms in their house until her hands were raw, only to find a fine layer blanketing the house the next day.

The window offered a great few of their farm. Unfortunately while her brothers sowed seed and attempted to grow, crop after crop failed. Bills began to stack up on the kitchen table, unpaid and untouched.

A thump on the broad, wooden porch captured Arabella's attention. She swiveled her body towards the sound. A handsome man stood in the open doorway. Arabella caught her breath and knew in that moment that everything was about to change...