Retail Audio Sample for Hope - 8 hour narrated book
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Chapter one Hope, Wyoming Population 2013. The card I received four weeks earlier lay next to me on the seat. It's break colors with teddy bear. Image is burned into my mind's eye. A birthday card intended for twin blue eyed, blond haired seven year olds was sent two years after their deaths. If it had not come, there was no way I would be doing this. The Pullard at the Welcome sign was as good a place as any to let my fidgety dog go to do her thing. Besides that, I needed a break, too, as I was drained from 1000 miles of emotional flip flops. After 16 hours of driving, an aching back and a sore behind, it felt good to stand and read about the history of my new home. Originally a gold mining town founded on the belief the railroad would come. It never happened. I walked over to hopes official welcome sign. The town's name forced itself into my mind and reminded me of a Scripture grandma used to quote hope. Deferred makes the heart sick. Yeah, right. Caught off guard pushed down the bitter taste that filled my throat. I reached out and traced the word with my finger. It had not been part of my life are on my radar for a long time. Until that moment, I slapped the sign and thought I'd be happy to just have some peace. In spite of the 6000 foot elevation at five oclock on a late May afternoon, the sun was hot heat from its rays. Warm my back muscles. I stretched, bend over, touch my toes and stretched again. I've only four more miles to go. I made a 360 degree turn to take in the magnificent beauty of the Bear tooth mountains, with their towering peaks, carpeted meadows and brilliant multicolored flowers. Maggie here, Supper's waiting. My Brittany spaniel ran from the bushes as an older Chevy pickup with missing hood paints slowed down and pulled in behind my car. When the driver exited his truck, the hair on the back of my neck bristled. He lifted his baseball cap, ran his hand over his bald head, replaced the hot and pulled up his dirty jeans. Maggie pushed hard against my leg and let out a deep federal growl. He staggered toward me and asked hail a lady. Need any help? Half grin spread across his face but turned into a Lear as his eyes did a slow stroll over my body. The closer he approached, the deeper Maggie growled. She bared her teeth. Her actions shocked me. I glared at him and snapped. No, I don't. A chill raced up my back at my dogs reaction. I grabbed her caller as she moved between us ready to attack.