Chapter Eight
One month later
The church was packed to overflowing. Lexi shook her head at the sight of townspeople lining the walls and crammed in the narthex. Whose bright idea was it to hold a funeral for Prairie’s mayor for the last fifty-some-odd years in a church that only held two-hundred people? Especially when the luncheon was going to be out at the Hansen’s arena?
Lexi’s sisters had spent all morning out there helping their mother and Jamey Sinclaire prepare food for the masses. She, on the other hand, spent the morning in her happy place — on her new horse Oreo, a beautiful black and white paint that Hope Sinclaire had trained. It was still funny to her to think of Hope as a Sinclaire and no longer a Hansen. After the generations of feuding between the families, the Hansen wo
