The Rawhide Man. Diana Palmer

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      She closed the door sharply behind her and went to her room before he could see the tears that refused to be held at bay any longer.

      * * *

      Two days later Bess and Katy made a trip into San Antonio. Joske’s, where Jude had set up an account, was one of the biggest department stores in town, crammed full of delicious clothes and accessories. Bess, determined to make the best of the situation, threw herself into trying to decide what she wanted. Katy looked bored with the whole thing, and wanted to stay out in the parking lot across the street with Bandy, who’d been volunteered to drive them to town.

      “But I have to have help,” Bess had protested. “It’s partly your wedding, too. After all, you’re going to be bridesmaid.”

      That had caught the young girl’s interest momentarily, but after Bess had worked her way through half the dress department, Katy was getting restless.

      One of the salesladies finally suggested a dress with a Mexican flavor, a gauzy white creation with hand-crocheted lace around the neck and the short puffy sleeves and around the bottom. It was like a peasant dress, but exquisite. Perfect. When Bess tried it on and posed for Katy, the young girl caught her breath.

      “Blondes sure look good in white,” Katy said with a smile. “Gosh, you’re pretty, Bess!”

      “Thank you, darling. Now,” she said, “next we’ve got to find something for you.”