Sister wivesChapter 3
One day Josiah was driving me into a town to pick up material to sew new work shirts and dresses. While I was a very good seamstress, I couldn’t sew jeans on a hundred year old treadle machine, so we bought Wranglers. Josiah favored the Pro Rodeo version. I liked my jeans to be less bulky, so I got a women’s version that weren’t too tight to be useful when actually riding a horse. On the way home, we saw a girl hitchhiking along a very lonely stretch of blacktop. It had to be one-hundred-ten...