Montana Sky: Bride's Adventure (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Loving A Rancher Book 4)

by Caroline Clemmons

  In the meantime, she’d smile and be gracious to this Mr. Ward. Obviously Tony Ward had some sort of control over Charlie, but she couldn’t imagine why.

  Chapter Two

  Amelia slept restlessly because of worry for her brother. She rose early the next morning to prepare breakfast. She started coffee boiling and set out three mugs. Although she searched each cupboard, she found them mostly bare.

  “Anything wrong?”

  Mr. Ward’s question startled her and she jumped. She laid her hand at her throat. “My goodness, I didn’t hear you come down the stairs. I thought I’d make breakfast, but can’t find the ingredients I need.”

  “A home-cooked breakfast would be welcome, but we usually just grab a cup of coffee.”

  Charlie trod down the stairs. “She’s going to tell you that breakfast is the foundation of the day.”

  Amelia turned to her brother and pulled a face. “Well, it is. You might get so busy at work that you can’t get away for a meal and a good breakfast would tide you over until evening.”

  She gestured to the cupboards. “There’s nothing here for me to cook. Do you always eat elsewhere?”

  Mr. Ward shrugged. “Seems easier. I’m not much at cooking and Charlie didn’t appear eager to take on our meals.”

  “While I’m here, I’ll cook breakfast and dinner. After you two leave for work, I’ll go shopping for staples.”

  After reaching into his pocket, Mr. Ward peeled several bills from a fat money roll and handed them to her. “Have them delivered. You shouldn’t have to carry them.”

  She tried not to gape at the amount of money he carried. “Thank you, I will. I know the foods my brother likes but what are your favorites, Mr. Ward?”

  “Please, call me Tony. I like anything as long as I don’t have to cook it myself.” He flashed his charming grin.

  Charlie kissed her cheek. “We’ll be home about half past six. Why don’t you rest from your trip today and we can go out for dinner?”

  “We’ll see how the day goes. I’d like to cook for you while I can. I’ll see you this evening.”

  As soon as they two men left, she explored the house, but didn’t trespass into Tony’s or Charlie’s rooms. The home was comfortable enough, but there was nothing remarkable about the place. They must have rented the home furnished because the interior didn’t impress her as anything collected by a couple of bachelors.

  She looked in her trunk for letter writing supplies. She’d promised Charity she’d write.

  Dear Charity,

  Something is definitely wrong here with my brother! A man named Tony Ward lives with Charlie and apparently watches him and listens to all he says. A spy, but for whom and why? Charlie hasn’t had a chance to explain, but I’ll discover the details soon.

  At least Mr. Ward is pleasant. In fact, he’s charming and quite handsome and incredibly strong. He carried my brown trunk on his shoulder as if it were a bag of flour. I’m not fooled by his easygoing manner! He must be involved in something criminal.

  My brother and Mr. Ward are very mysterious about their employment. All they’d say is that they’re engaged in marketing and distribution. But, of what? In a day or two I’ll follow them and learn where they work. Ha! I can be mysterious too!

  Of course, I still miss John terribly. The pain of his loss haunts me day and night. But, so much has happened since his death that our life together seems in the far, far distant past. I pray time will heal my broken heart so I can love again.

  Don’t try and write to me here! I’ll let you know when I move on. I’ve decided to return to Sweetwater Springs to open my millinery shop soon. In the meantime, I don’t want Mr. Ward seeing your name or that of Sweetwater Springs.

  Please tell each of the Murdochs and Jenny (although she is a part of the family!) that I said hello.

  Fondly, your friend,

  Amelia Douglas

  Amelia blotted the ink and addressed the missive to Charity. She’d been honest with her friend when she said she didn’t want Tony Ward even seeing or hearing the name Sweetwater Springs. In the event that he or his associates became vindictive—although she couldn’t think how or why—she wanted to protect the Murdoch family.

  She wrote a letter to her friend Evelyn Myers in Chicago. The difference was, she didn’t mention her concern for Charlie’s welfare. Instead, she filled the page with anecdotes of her travel and her impression of various places on the trip. Telling Evelyn she didn’t know where her mailing address would be by the time Evelyn receiver her letter would take care of protecting Evelyn’s address from prying eyes. Amelia finished her missive and tucked both into her purse to mail when she went into town.

  Her uneasiness increased as she went about her shopping. She found the post office and mailed her letters before going to buy staples. Prickles up and down her back gave her the impression she was followed. Scolding herself for being silly, she told herself no one cared whether she bought potatoes or carrots.

  Arriving back at Charlie’s house brought relief. She quickly went to a front window to see if she could spot anyone lingering near. Several people passed by walking in one direction or the other, but no one appeared to be loitering near the house.

  Perhaps she’d imagined a person following her. With a sigh, she put away those items she’d carried. The mercantile would deliver most of her purchases this afternoon.

  That night at dinner, Tony asked, “What did you do today? Anything interesting happen while we were out?”

  She shook her head. “I mailed a letter to my friend Evelyn and shopped for food. By the way, I left your change there by your plate.”

  “You should have just kept it.” Tony pocketed the money.

  “I certainly should not. Anyway, as I was saying, I sent Evelyn a long letter detailing my impressions of the trip.”

  Charlie chuckled. “How is old Funny Face?”

  “Charles Baxter, Evelyn is a lovely woman. You’re cruel to call her that awful name. You know very well she had a crush on you and that your teasing hurt her feelings.”

  Her brother looked incredulous. “She did? Why didn’t you tell me?”

  She rolled her eyes. “I mistakenly thought you were clever enough to add one and one and get two. Honestly, no wonder you’ve never married.”

  Tony slapped the table and laughed.

  Amelia pointed at him. “And you’re no better. I’ll bet you’re about the same age as my brother. Are you married?”

  He held up his hands in surrender. “No, and not likely to be anytime soon. You got me on that one.”

  After she’d done the dishes while the men remained at the kitchen table, she rejoined them.

  “Charlie, remember when you used to buy me ice cream?”

  He sent her a fond glance. “Had to shut you up some way. Filling your mouth with ice cream was the only thing that worked—that and a trip to the bakery.”

  “After the groceries were delivered, I didn’t have quite enough time to make anything for our dessert. However, I saw an ice cream shop a couple of blocks from here. Would you like to stroll over and buy me an ice cream?”

  He grinned as he stood. “Sure, why not? I’ll get our coats.”

  Tony stood. “Care if I tag along?”

  She did because she wanted time alone with her brother. Still, she didn’t want to cause trouble for him. “Of course you’re included. Aren’t we The Three Musketeers?”

  “I guess I haven’t heard of them.”

  “That’s the name of a book by Alexandre Dumas. The story is quite exciting. Actually, it should be called the four musketeers because there are four prominent characters. I’ll get you a copy the next time I go out.”

  Tony shifted from one foot to the other and looked at the floor. “I didn’t get any schooling to speak of. I’m really good with numbers and I can read, but not good enough to tackle an entire book.”

  A burst of compassion consumed her. Reading was something she took for granted. “The Three
Musketeers is long and the print is small. It’s worth wading through, though, if you enjoy adventure.”

  “If you recommend the book, I might try reading it one of these days.”

  Charlie returned and held her coat for her. “Are you deviling Tony to read one of your favorite books? “

  “I wouldn’t put it that way. I merely mentioned The Three Musketeers is an interesting adventure story.”

  Tony followed them out the front door. “She said we’re like The Three Musketeers. I didn’t know what she meant so she explained.”

  “My sister is forever recommending this book or that. She’s never happy unless everyone is reading something she’s suggested.”

  Dear heavens, she had to divert this conversation before Tony was more embarrassed. “I hope they have strawberry ice cream.”

  Charlie said, “Not me. Vanilla is my favorite.”

  She slipped her arm through Tony’s as she had her brother’s so they walked three abreast. “Did you know there’s a man down the street who sells meat pies? He looks clean but I wondered.”

  Tony confided, “We’ve bought his pies often enough to guarantee they won’t make anyone sick. Actually, they’re pretty good.”

  Charlie glanced at her. “His wife makes them and they always include beef, potatoes, and carrots. He stands there and sells them until they’re all gone. At least, that’s what Tony and I think.”

  Amelia said, “Maybe if they don’t all sell then he and his wife eat the leftovers. Which makes me wonder what they eat if all the pies are gone.”

  Tony laughed. “Maybe they go to a restaurant.”

  Amelia giggled. “Wouldn’t that be funny? I imagine cooking and selling beef pies every day would be tiresome. Don’t you think once in a while the wife would have the notion to fill the crust with . . . say, spaghetti for a change?”

  Charlie nudged her. “I don’t think there’s a future for spaghetti pies on our street.”

  They reached the ice cream shop and went inside. The store was busy with customers.

  Amelia gestured to a table in the corner. “I’ll grab a place for us while you get my ice cream. I’ve decided I want vanilla after all but I want it covered in chocolate syrup.”

  She made her way to the table and took a seat. Watching the two men, she’d think they were best friends if not for Charlie’s warning. If only she could talk to her brother without Tony listening.

  Charlie set a dish of ice cream in front of her. “You’re a lot of trouble, Amelia, but I guess you’re worth the bother.”

  She pretended indignation. “Guess? You guess? And what do you mean by ‘bother’? Did you work so hard today that carrying a dish of ice cream is too much for you?”

  Tony took the seat across from her. Without a comment, he watched the exchange between Charlie and her. With a smile on his face, he appeared fascinated but she couldn’t imagine why.

  “Do you have brothers or sisters, Tony?”

  His smile fled. “I had a brother, but he died recently. We weren’t especially close, but I miss him.”

  She sent her brother a fond glance. “I’m sorry to remind you. I’d be lost without Charlie. Even when I’m not around him, I know that if I need him I can count on his help—just like when he said I could come here. I’m sure he knows he can count on me too.”

  They walked back to the house laughing and joking. In spite of his apparent high spirits, she caught the darkness of her brother’s mood. She determined to find out more before she left—and she intended to leave soon.

  ***

  Sean rushed into the house after his trip to town. “Charity, you have a letter from Amelia.” He wished Amelia had written him, but then there was no reason why she should. Perhaps she sent him a message in Charity’s pages.

  Charity hurried toward him. “I hope she’s found that her brother is doing well after all.” She opened the envelope and perused the pages.

  Logan sent his wife a fond look and gestured at the rest of the family. “Well, are you going to share her news or leave us in suspense?”

  “Sorry, I’m so excited to hear from her.” Charity read the letter aloud.

  Edwina paused rolling out a piecrust. “Oh, dear, from her writing, she’s in a dangerous position. I do hope she’ll be careful.”

  Jenny stuck her hands in her apron pockets. “She should just leave there and come back to Sweetwater Springs. Prying might get her and her brother into trouble.”

  Sean agreed. “Doesn’t sound as if she plans to be there long.” And, that had him considering possibilities.

  That evening the women sat in the kitchen and worked on another braided rug. Sean had to admit the one under his feet made the room warmer. He wouldn’t mind having one in his bedroom.

  In the living room, Kevin read the weekly newspaper Sean had brought from town and Logan studied a ranching periodical. Sean sat with a book in his hands, but the pages blurred while an idea formed in his mind.

  “Pa, I’ve been thinking about buying some real estate. What do you think of the idea?”

  Kevin lowered his paper. “Depends on what and how much. You have something particular in mind?”

  “That building two doors west of the mercantile is for sale. I looked it over today when I was in town. Nice large shop area and living quarters of four rooms at the back.”

  “You talked about price?”

  “I have and it’s reasonable. Old Denby’s children are eager to sell and split the amount.” He told his father the price. “I think I could get them down a bit.”

  Logan glanced up. “You talking about a Murdoch Ranch purchase or is this you on your own?”

  “I mean to buy this myself.” He glanced from his brother to his father. “That is, unless you two want in on the deal.”

  Mischief danced in Logan’s eyes. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with a young woman who plans to open a millinery shop, would it?”

  Sean sensed himself color. “I’ve been thinking of this for some time, before I ever met Amelia. I didn’t know for sure she was coming back to Sweetwater Springs until today. I’d like to pick up two or three properties as I can afford them and good bargains come available.”

  Kevin directed his gaze to Sean. “Couldn’t hurt to diversify if you’re careful. The economy of small towns like ours depends on the fiscal health of the ranchers and farmers. We have another few years like last summer and this winter, you could end up with vacant buildings and empty pockets.”

  “That’s the reason I didn’t act without consulting you, Pa. I’ve thought about this but I wanted to talk it over with you two.” He looked at his brother. “You have an opinion, Big Brother?”

  Logan leaned forward. “I don’t know what you have in mind, but if you’re securing a good place for Amelia then I think that’s a great idea. Denby’s shop would be an ideal location.”

  Sean focused, trying to read his father’s genuine opinion. “Pa?”

  “I agree. She’s had a hard time the past few months and could use a little help. If she doesn’t want the place, you won’t have much trouble finding someone else.”

  Sean considered his father’s comment. He didn’t care about recovering his expenses on this project. If he could help Amelia, he was sure going to do so. Still, he was glad to know his father and brother agreed with him.

  Chapter Three

  The following morning, Amelia was wearing her black bombazine dress covered by an cup-towel apron while she prepared breakfast.

  Charlie kissed her cheek as he came into the kitchen. “You look ready for a day shopping. Do you have plans for today?”

  “I’m going to look at milliner’s shops for ideas on display and arrangement of goods.”

  Tony entered the kitchen. “Military shops? Whatever for?”

  She slid eggs onto a platter and set it on the table. “Millinery shops are ladies’ hat stores. That’s what I’m going to open when I decide where I intend to settle down.”

  “Are y
ou going back to Chicago?” Tony asked.

  She shook her head, a sadness shrouding her. “That city holds too many memories, both good and bad. I’ll search for a small town that’s large enough to support my shop but that doesn’t already have one.”

  Charlie’s frown furrowed his brow. “When do you propose leaving me?”

  “You make it sound as if I’m deserting you. I’ll write and we can visit one another. I plan to leave next week if you don’t send me away before then.”

  Tony set down his coffee mug. “Which direction are you going?”

  Remembering Charlie’s caution, she couldn’t give away her real plans. “I’ll head south from here. I might end up in California. I’ve heard their weather is nice.”

  Tony forked a bite of egg. “That it is, especially along the coast.”

  Charlie held his fork ready to stab a sausage. “Sis, I wish you’d stop wearing black. I know you’re mourning John, but he liked you in pastel colors. He’d hate seeing you garbed in such somber clothes.”

  “I know, but I can’t bring myself to stop displaying mourning yet. I’ll always love him but I’m trying to move on. I know I can’t dwell on the past, but it’s simply too soon. So much has happened that I need time to come to terms with the changes in my life.”

  Tony drained his coffee then stood. “Time for us to get moving. Ready, Charlie?”

  With Tony already behind him, Charlie rolled his eyes for her to see. “See you tonight. Stay out of trouble.”

  Concern for her brother clutching her chest, she forced a smile. “Take your own advice.”

  As quickly as she could, Amelia tidied the kitchen and gathered her purse, gloves, and wrap. A glance at the sky had her grabbing her umbrella. Once again, she had the prickly sensation that she was being followed as she boarded the streetcar.

  She paid her fare and asked the driver, “Can I ride all the way to the end of the line and then back this way?”

  The middle-aged man smiled. “New in town?”