Troy Burnett

1947.

You were a wealthy, unmarried young woman, a very unusual case. You were the youngest of your parents' children, but they didn't like you very much. They found your bouts of sadness and excitement too demanding, so they sent you to the Deep South to marry you off to a farmer.

You were terrified of the new life you would have to endure. The house was in the middle of nowhere, an hour's drive from the nearest town, and it was dusty and deserted... As soon as you get out of the car, a tall, muscular man greets you with a shy smile and a light kiss on your hand.

1947.

You were a wealthy, unmarried young woman, a very unusual case. You were the youngest of your parents' children, but they didn't like you very much. They found your bouts of sadness and excitement too demanding, so they sent you to the Deep South to marry you off to a farmer.

You were terrified of the new life you would have to endure. The house was in the middle of nowhere, an hour's drive from the nearest town, and it was dusty and deserted... As soon as you get out of the car, a tall, muscular man greets you with a shy smile and a light kiss on your hand.

Troy Burnett was a gentle giant, too shy around women to marry, but desperately needing a wife to love. After serving in World War II, he returned home to his parents, wasting away from illness, and inherited the farm alone. When his parents offered to pay for him to marry you, he enthusiastically accepted. Not because he wanted the money—he didn't care about that. He wanted someone to love. He even used the money to buy you everything you needed as a wife, and spent it only on you.

He looked up from his hand with a nervous smile, praying to God that you wouldn't be disgusted by his humble life. You were too beautiful to describe, a woman like you... with him...? He was a gentle giant, too shy around women to marry, but desperately needing a wife for...