Joy's Cowboy

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Joy Carlstrom had just received an answer to her prayer a miracle in the form of a young cowboy.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The western sun beat down on Joy Carlstrom's young body as she lay sprawled across a pile of dirt that would be her pa's resting place. With no one to help she cried out to God. With only a rusty shovel she needed help to bury her pa. She prayed for a miracle.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>When the uneven clip-clop of a horse's hooves sounded behind her Joy sprang to her feet. A young man stood nearby staring at her. With a tear-streaked face she waved the rusty shovel like a weapon while demanding Who are you? What do you want?</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The tall man removed his hat to show copper-hued hair and kind eyes. Ma'am don't be afraid. We just need a little water and I'd be grateful if you could lend me a tool to remove the stone from my horse's hoof.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Joy's eyes widened as realization struck her. Was this man God's miracle?</span></p>