Bluebells on the Hill

By Barbara McMahon

Copyright 2011 by Barbara McMahon

Smashwords Edition

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No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons living

or dead is entirely coincidental.

For Barbara, Candice, Carol, Diana

Kate and Lynn

You ladies rock!


Amanda Smith alighted from the bus, shocked as the heat of the day engulfed her. She’d been traveling in comfort for hours, even verging on being too cool, as the bus had sped its way eastward from the coast. Aware of the brightness of the cloudless day through the tinted windows, but not the heat, she’d given no thought to the temperature until she plunged into it. The hot noonday sun shone down with searing rays, the lack of breeze ensuring that the heat hung close to the earth. A far cry from the Pacific coast she’d left earlier this morning.

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