The ride back to the farm was quiet, the only sound between us was the steady clop of the horse’s hooves on the dirt road. I could feel Oma beside me, sittin' just as silent as before, her hands grippin’ her dress in her lap. I wasn’t sure what she was thinkin’, but I knew this wasn’t easy for her. It wasn’t exactly a simple thing for me either.
When we finally reached the farm, I pulled the wagon to a stop and climbed down. I reached up to help Oma down, and she hesitated for just a second before takin’ my hand. Her steps were light, barely makin’ a sound as her feet hit the ground.
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Oma's POV
The wagon wheels creaked as we rolled up the long, winding path toward the farm.
As we approached the ridge the sprawling West Virginia ranch unfolded before my eyes. The rolling hills stretched as far as I could see, painted in shades of green with patches of wildflowers blooming in the meadows. Dotted across the landscape were small clusters of cattle grazing lazily, their hides glistening in the warm afternoon sun. A shallow stream meandered through the fields, its clear waters reflecting the blue sky above. Chickens roamed freely, pecking at the ground near the barn, their clucks adding to the symphony of nature’s sounds. The wooden fences, worn by time but sturdy, framed the property, giving it a rugged yet homely charm.
I breathed in the earthy scent of the ranch.
It felt different here everything seemed lighter and I felt a new surge of peace in my body. I glanced around taking in the beauty of this place.
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Logan's POV
As we walked toward the house, I spotted Jacob, my older brother, comin’ around from the barn. He gave me a nod, eyes flickin’ toward the wagon.
“Did ya bring the supplies?” he asked, not yet noticin' Oma.
“Nah,” I shook my head. “Somethin’ came up. I’ll head back into town and get ’em later.”
Jacob raised an eyebrow, clearly wonderin' what could’ve been more important than the supplies, but when he finally spotted Oma standin’ behind me, his expression shifted. He gave her a quick nod of acknowledgment, then looked back at me, waitin' for an explanation.
“This here’s my wife,” I said plainly, watchin’ his reaction.
His eyes went wide with surprise, brows shootin' up before his face settled into somethin’ more understanding. The shock lingered for a moment, but then he just nodded slowly, as if he was tryin' to process it all.
“Well,” he said after a long pause, scratchin' the back of his head. “You’re gonna have to explain that to the rest of the family.”
I just shrugged, not particularly concerned about what anyone else had to say. “I’ll deal with ’em,” I muttered, motionin' for Oma to follow me.
Jacob didn’t press the matter any further, though I could feel his eyes on us as I led Oma toward the house. She was quiet, but I could sense her nerves in the way she moved, cautious and unsure. I wasn’t much for comfortin’ words, but I figured she’d settle in soon enough. One thing was certain—I’d keep my promise, no matter what.
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Oma's pov
As soon as we stepped inside the house, the familiar scent of stew and freshly baked bread filled the air. The house was quiet, except for the soft clinking o dishes coming from most likely the kitchen.
An elderly woman, her silver hair braided neatly, came into sight. She looked as if she had stepped straight from the heart of the farm itself—her weathered face told stories of long days under the sun, but her eyes were sharp and kind, from her looks but what caught my attention the most was her skin color she's black.
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UNBROKEN PROMISE
RomanceLogan made a vow to a man on his death bed to look after his daughter, Oma. A biracial young woman navigating life in a world where she feels like she belongs nowhere, Oma has faced rejection from both the black and white communities. Her bright sp...
