Hostile Affairs in Kansas
By Jerri Cote
Copyright 2013 Jerri Cote
This book is dedicated to my dear friend Karol who has always believed in my ability to get things done and for encouraging my creativity. Thank you for all of your support and encouragement.
I woke to the sunlight coming down onto my face through my bedroom window. I looked over at the clock that sat on my nightstand. It read 7 o’clock. Time to get up and go to work.
My name was Frances Gilbert. I was 19 years old and still lived at home with my family. I am the middle child of a family of six children. My family owned a corn farm and we all worked on the farm each day alongside my Pa.