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    Mail Order Marlene: Learning To Fly
    Mail Order Marlene: Learning To Fly
    Mail Order Marlene: Learning To Fly
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    Mail Order Marlene: Learning To Fly

    By Victoria Otto

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    Mail Order Marlene: Learning To Fly, is a glorious story about a man and woman who correspond after he places an ad for a mail order bride in the newspaper, and she responds. He feels in his heart that she is the one he will marry and start his family with, but as the train arrives in his small California town, he searches and searches for the woman he’s grown to love. Finally, the postmaster points her out and the rancher realizes that he may have made a very big mistake.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSusan Hart
    Release dateAug 25, 2014
    ISBN9781311095459
    Mail Order Marlene: Learning To Fly

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      Mail Order Marlene - Victoria Otto

      Mail Order Marlene: Learning To Fly

      By

      Victoria Otto

      Copyright 2014 Victoria Otto

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      Randall had always valued his independence. Ever since he’d made the break from being with his family back east, moving clear across the country, he’d never felt so free. All he’d taken with him was what he could fit in his saddlebag — a few pounds of coffee, a couple of changes of clothes, and his money — and a rifle.

      Randall’s family had, predictably, worried about him.

      What are you going to eat? his mother demanded, horrified.

      I’ll shoot my game, he said, resting his hand on his rifle. Fresh meat every night. You don’t even get that all the time here.

      It’s uncivilized, his mother said, shuddering.

      What was uncivilized was depending on other people to survive. Randall hated the idea of going to the market every day, paying for food he should be able to obtain himself. If the grocer ever went out of business, he didn’t know what that town would do. Probably sit around and fret until they starved to death.

      Randall wanted to live off the land. God had given mankind this great green world and all of the animals in it not to buy their food at some grocer’s, but to live — really live. If God had intended for everyone to go to the grocer’s for their sustenance, he would’ve made the sprout from the ground like trees and plants, bins of old fruits and vegetables unfurling like ripening foliage.

      That wasn’t for him. Randall wanted to live in a place where he didn’t have to see a grocer on every corner. He wanted to grow his own food, rely on himself. He knew that there were some things he was going to have to buy, such as coffee, sugar, flour, and the like; but for the rest, he wanted to be able to provide for himself.

      Randall even encouraged his family to develop their own garden so they’d have fresh produce instead of the wilted heads of lettuce and old, wrinkled apples they usually purchased.

      I don’t know what you’ve got against the grocer’s, his mother would tell him. We live in a city, not on a farm, to provide the best possible life for you. The best possible life, Randall, and you spit on it.

      He wasn’t ungrateful. He knew that his parents had worked hard to provide for him, and Randall had reaped the benefits. He’d never been hungry; he’d gotten a good education, developed lasting friendships, and grew to love God in a caring and thoughtful church.

      He’d had a lot of time to think, though, and he knew that life in a city wasn’t for him. He dreamed of wide expanses of land, of a horse to call his own and ride anywhere, a land to tame and be himself in.

      Randall’s father was a banker, and eager to pass down the

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