Giving Connie life was one thing her mother, Mary Law, could do for her daughter on that desperately sun-drenched day in 1835. Her bedroom door barely kept the sand out and couldnt mask the drunken party below or Marys weak screams and anguished cries. Zack Law was furious when he learned Mary had delivered a beautiful, healthy girl that day. He cussed at Mary, Connie, and the doctor then abruptly rode away. Here then is the story of Connie Law, the prettiest female most men have ever seen. Some said she was ruthless, a killer, and too bold; others found her a gentle and caring soul. Her hair was golden sunlight, and her eyes were the color of the sea. She rode the winds of hell to rewrite her history. Connie was quiet. She could fool some, but make no mistake, she was good with her guns. Mary Law left her home in Maine and traveled to Texas with her young husband and would become a prisoner of his deceit and treachery. She gave Zack five sons, and her husband would own them all. Zackary Law had a hatred for women, and if he loved anything, it was money. Connie and Mary suffered painfully at the hands of Zack until he and his three eldest sons were killed in an Indian attack, which would change the town of Murder Creek forever. The raid took Connie and several other girls from their homes and families. They would learn the laws of survival or die.
It's Christmas and the season has arrived. Santa is off and flying, but wait... Mrs. Clause has forgotten something. What will Saint Nick do without his magic dust? How could this have happened? What about the good boys and girls, the young and old adults who believe in the great spirit of Christmas? Is Mrs. Clause to blame for the biggest boo boo of the year, or will Santa somehow save the night? Ho Ho Ho... read on and you'll know. Would you think of me as a little eccentric if I told you that my tree stands decorated in a corner of my family room all twelve months of each year? It never leaves, and the lights may wink and blink when I feel the need to watch them. Tthe fireplace burns bright and stockings are hung there with my best wishes for Santa and Mrs. Clause. It's what I love to do for such a wonderful couple who along with story tellers have given us such a wonderful day. Every human that knows God can understand a gift of seasonal joy. I think of Jesus Christ, God's only son, who was given to mankind for peace, good will, and love to all the world.
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