{"id":260665,"date":"2026-07-13T17:47:32","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:47:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/for-love-and-liberty-shanna-hatfield\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T17:47:32","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:47:32","slug":"for-love-and-liberty-shanna-hatfield","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/for-love-and-liberty-shanna-hatfield\/","title":{"rendered":"For Love And Liberty – Shanna Hatfield"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Theo shouted, and jumped out of his chair. A quelling look from Cleta had him back in the chair, looking only slightly less animated. Lucy welcomed the opportunity to see her grandparents and rest from the ongoing stress of spying on their customers, but she wouldn\u2019t get to see Branch. He hadn\u2019t been in the shop since the day the two men had been watching her through the window. His absence had been acutely felt. If she were out at the farm for a week or two, she wondered if missing him would grow into a thing of physical pain.<\/p>\n

Then again, maybe she wouldn\u2019t think of him at all. Additionally, if she were absent from the shop, she would feel as though she had abandoned her post. Who knew what useful information might trickle through the shop that she wouldn\u2019t be able to hear and share in a coded message? \u201cPapa, shouldn\u2019t I\u2014\u201d Lucy started to speak. \u201cGo, and enjoy yourself,\u201d her father interrupted, holding up his hand to stop her from arguing.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is nothing in the shop that can\u2019t wait until you return, Daughter. Time at the farm will do both of you a world of good. Take your journal, if you like, and work on designs for those earrings Mrs. Solomon ordered.\u201d Lucy knew once her father\u2019s mind was made up there was no changing it. Part of her didn\u2019t want to try. Instead, she looked to her mother. \u201cWill you come with us, Mama?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, Luce. I\u2019ll stay here with your father.\u201d The private smile her parents shared made Lucy realize they were likely looking forward to having the place to themselves without her and Theo underfoot. \u201cThen I guess Theo and I should pack a few things and get ready to go. What time will Grandpapa be here?\u201d \u201cLikely, in an hour or so,\u201d her father said, finishing the last of his hot chocolate, a little luxury they enjoyed occasionally.<\/p>\n

This morning, when Lucy had seen the copper pot setting out, she knew they were in for a treat. \u201cMay I take my water warble, Papa?\u201d Theo asked of the new whistle Branch had given him last week. The whistle was shaped like a little bird, painted white with spots, and had a tiny little pipe that went into Theo\u2019s mouth.<\/p>\n

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For Liberty and Love Petticoats and Patriots, Book 1 Copyright \u00a9 2026 by Shanna Hatfield All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, transmitted, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, now known or hereafter invented, without the written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.<\/p>\n

Please purchase only authorized editions. Without limiting the author\u2019s and publisher\u2019s exclusive rights, any unauthorized use of this publication to train generative artificial intelligence (AI) technologies is expressly prohibited. For permission requests, please contact the author, with a subject line of \u201cpermission request\u201d at the email address below or through her website. Shanna Hatfield shanna@shannahatfield.com shannahatfield.com This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author\u2019s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, or actual events is purely coincidental.<\/p>\n

Published by Wholesome Hearts Publishing, LLC. OceanofPDF.com Dedication To those who gave their all to protect life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. OceanofPDF.com I One Philadelphia July 1776 ntently focused on setting the last garnet stone in the corsage brooch she had spent a month laboring over, Lucy Carlson brushed the beads of moisture from her brow on the shoulder of her linen gown, unwilling to let anything distract her from her task.<\/p>\n

Breath held, she fit the last shining jewel into the center of the ornate brooch, then carefully pressed the intricate prongs of silver over the garnet to hold it in place. Each prong tip had been carved to look like the bud of a rose. It had taken hours bent over the workbench to create, but she was quite pleased with her efforts. Satisfied with the finished piece, Lucy inhaled deeply, then wished she hadn\u2019t as she wrinkled her nose against the putrid smells wafting into her father\u2019s shop through the open door.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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