What kind of woman am I?" she asked. "My kind." He grinned. — Carolyn Brown, One Texas Cowboy Too Many
What kind of woman am I?" she asked. "My kind." He grinned. — Carolyn Brown, One Texas Cowboy Too Many
What kind of woman am I?" she asked. "My kind." He grinned. — Carolyn Brown, One Texas Cowboy Too Many
What kind of woman am I?" she asked. "My kind." He grinned. — Carolyn Brown, One Texas Cowboy Too Many
What kind of woman am I?" she asked. "My kind." He grinned. — Carolyn Brown, One Texas Cowboy Too Many
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What kind of woman am I?" she asked. "My kind." He grinned.

— Carolyn Brown, One Texas Cowboy Too Many
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