She wore the same red dress when she boarded the train and when she said, "I do." Meet Amy Taylor - six feet of joy, curls, and holy confidence. A plus-size, hymn-singing baker from New York whose shop burned down, taking her savings and her patience with it. But Amy doesn't crumble like a biscuit. She's prayed, packed, and now she's on a train headed for Shiloh Creek, Kansas - a town seeking "plus-size, God-fearing women of good skill." Armed with her rolling pin, Bible, and that unforgettable red dress (the one her mama said was too bold for travel), Amy sets off to start over. What she doesn't expect is the handsome cattle baron's son in the Pullman car - Andy Anderson - overhearing her joke to the conductor about "stew with mostly beans." Her laughter fills the car like Sunday sunshine.

Before long, Andy's smitten. He secretly sends her snack baskets from his first-class compartment, never guessing this singing woman will soon change his entire life. By the time the train whistles into Shiloh Creek, Amy's ready for a new chapter-and Andy's ready for smelling salts. But love and the Lord both have a sense of humor. In a town full of stubborn men and strong-headed women, Amy's faith and joy become the spark of revival. There's a town picnic that turns into a hymn-sing, a mission filled with curvy brides who can outwork any cowboy, and a proud rancher who learns that humility sometimes comes with a side of pie. Then comes the now-famous scene: Amy, tired of Andy's silent volunteering, marches up and kisses him so boldly he faints into a pile of flour sacks. The church ladies gasp.

The reverend fans himself. Amy folds her arms and says, "Well, now maybe he'll listen!" What follows is one of the sweetest and funniest weddings Kansas ever saw. The reverend asks, "Do you love this knuckle-headed man?" Amy laughs. "Yes, I surely do." She marries him right there-in that same red dress-the one that carried her across miles, through storms, and into promise.