“You are?” She closed the space that
Bushrod had opened between them. “If that’s so, you might show that you’re obliged.”
“What do you mean? I said—”
“You might kiss me.” Stuee spoke like
a wistful child.
“I reckon maybe that’s the least I
could do.” Bushrod leaned down. He kissed her lightly on the cheek, and the
clean, faint odor of her skin tingled in his nostrils.
This
light-hearted 1955 novel from the ever-reliable Steve Frazee exhibits him in
his comic mood. We have the tale of a Kentucky trailblazer and the young
mountain girl who decides “He’s the one” and the lengths that she’ll go to get
that one.
It has lots
of lusty charm that reminded me of the good ol’ time had by all in the John Wayne
film McLintock.
It has a
serious turn with a bit of jeopardy in a spot or two, but for the most part,
Frazee seems intent on bringing a smile to our lips with this mountain folk bedroom
farce.
A fine production.
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