The Wrangler's Mail Order Bride

by Cindy Caldwell

  “You’re blushing, my friend. Do you mean for children?” Clara laughed and squeezed her friend’s hand. Clara remembered how strong and sure Sadie had always been—but she’d never seen her around a man. Maybe this was different. She’d rarely seen her out of the bakery back home after Suzanne left for Arizona Territory and Sadie took over the business when their parents died. She sighed, grateful that her friend had found a good man, and a good life.

  Sadie turned to look at Tripp, who was smiling widely at her and seemed almost ready to laugh outright. “This woman, I tell you. Yes, we’re adding rooms for children. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to start on supper while you ladies get settled.” He turned to Clara and tipped his hat before holding the door open for the ladies. “I’ll bring Clara’s bags up and set them in the hall.”

  “Goodness, he cooks at home, too?” Clara said, her eyebrows raised.

  Suzanne laughed as she turned at the top of the stairs and ushered Clara into a beautiful bedroom that had obviously had Suzanne’s decorating touch. The calm colors of green, purple and white soothed her senses and she sat on the bed, a rush of exhaustion coming back as the excitement subsided.

  “He cooks when I let him, and he’s fairly good at it. Mostly, he’s my sous chef at home, but tonight he’s on his own. Wanted to make something special.” Sadie winked at Suzanne and smiled. “You never know with him, though, so I’d better go supervise. I’ll see you at supper after you rest for a bit,” she said with a hug for Clara before she left and closed the door behind her.

  “She sure looks happy.” Clara reached up and took the pins out of her hat and set them on the vanity, resting her hat on a hook by the door.

  Suzanne smoothed out the bedspread and brought some towels out of a drawer. “She sure is. It was touch and go there for a while, but they’ve seemed to find a happy rhythm. The restaurant is wonderful, and I’m sure you’ll be going there soon. For tonight, though, you’ll be getting a Tripp and Sadie original.”

  “Oh, goodness. I hope they’re not going to much trouble on my account.”

  “You know as well as I do, Clara Martin, that Sadie’s in hog heaven cooking for you. And her husband is, too. Trust me. Oh, and Hank will be coming for supper, too. I’ll bring up water for a bath, and you just relax best you can. Been a long journey, I’m sure.”

  “I…I…he is?” Clara’s face flushed and she found herself wringing her hands. She’d known this time was coming but now that it was imminent, the butterflies in her belly had re-awakened.

  Suzanne sat down on the bed beside Clara, smoothing a stray lock of her red, wavy hair back. “I imagine you’re a bit nervous. I sure would be. But, Clara, you know you are like a sister to us. Hank is a very good friend—like a brother—of Tripp’s. Sadie’s gotten to know him even better than I have, and she really believes that there’s something about you two that is special. I trust her, and for now, can you? You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to.”

  Clara looked down at her hands and smoothed her skirts. She stood and reached into her valise, pulling out the book about the Wild West frontier and handing it to Suzanne. “I left because I wanted a change and a family, Suzanne, and I aim to have one. I’m not afraid, just a little anxious.”

  “I would be surprised if you weren’t nervous,” Suzanne said. She flipped through the pages of the picture book quickly. “Can I borrow this while you’re napping? I’d like to show the girls.”

  “Thank you. I’ll be back with water for your bath. Make yourself comfortable.” Suzanne tucked the book under her arms and opened the door.

  “Thank you, Suzanne. For everything.” Clara reached to the vase of lavender on the vanity and picked it up, holding it under her nose as she breathed deeply.

  Suzanne poked her head back in the door as she drew it closed. “You’re welcome for everything. I am so happy you’re here.” She nodded her head, her smile ear to ear.

  Chapter 5

  Clara had just finished braiding her hair as the knock came at the door. It had taken much longer than usual, her fingers fumbling as she thought of Hank Archer, her future—she could barely allow herself to even think the word. But it was husband. And she’d better get used to it. She’d soon be Clara Archer, a thought that made the butterflies explode in a full-fledged swarm.

  The door opened and one of the twins’ head poked in. “Who am I?” she said, her little face defying Clara to answer correctly. Clara had taken the time during the buggy ride to notice enough about the girls to tell them apart. The differences were very subtle, but she had an idea and welcomed the distraction from the butterflies to try out her theory.

  “Hmm. Can you step in closer so I can see better?” Clara sat down on the bed and patted next to her. The twin threw the door open and walked forward, sitting next to Clara as she looked toward the door.

  “Come in so Clara can see you,” she said to her sister, who had barely poked her eyes around the side of the door.

  “Ah, I can tell you right now. You are Lucy.” She hugged the little girl next to her. Pointing to the door, she said, “And you are Lily.”

  The girls dissolved into giggles so infectious that Clara couldn’t help but laugh, too.

  “How did you know? Nobody ever knows,” Lucy said as she settled back down.

  “I have my ways, and it’s a secret.” Clara stood and took one last glance in the mirror. The butterflies started again, and she tugged at the sleeves of her dress that was still a bit wrinkled although she’d laid it out before she’d bathed and napped.

  Lily reached out and picked up the drop pearl earrings Clara had debated wearing, wondering if they were too much for the occasion. As the tiny hand held the earrings out to her, she took them in her palm, her green eyes searching Lily’s face.

  “You need to wear these,” Lily said.

  “Yes, you look beautiful,” Lucy said, dancing around the bedroom.

  Clara turned again to the mirror, fastening the earrings on her ears, blinking back tears. How could Lily, who she knew now to be the more shy, sensitive twin, have known that these were the earrings her mother left her before she’d moved away, telling her in the note if she ever needed courage to wear these, and her mother would be with her in spirit.

  She bent down and kissed Lily on the cheek. “Thank you, Lily. I needed that.”

  Both girls’ eyes grew wide at the knock at the door downstairs. They ran out the door and peeked through the stairway railings to the foyer, turned and ran back into the room.

  “Hurry, Clara, hurry. Hank’s here,” Lucy said, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the door. Lucy took her other hand and looked up to Clara, smiling and squeezing her hand.

  Clara took a deep breath, stood tall and walked toward her fate.

  Chapter 6

  Clara was careful not to trip on her way down the stairs as the twins pulled and tugged. She’d been watching her feet to make sure that her introduction to her future husband did not involve a tumble down the stairs and her sprawled on the floor, so when she reached the bottom and the girls let go of her hands and ran to the kitchen, it was her first opportunity to look up. When she did, it was all she could do to suppress a gasp as she looked up into the kindest face she’d ever seen, with sparkling blue eyes and dark hair brushed back away from his face. He held his hat over his heart, his face flushed but his eyes twinkling. She was unable to find her voice as her head tilted to the side and she studied the laugh lines around his eyes, sure that he’d spent quite a bit of time outside in the elements to have them, but relieved they were laugh lines rather than frown lines.

  “Hank Archer, this is Clara Martin. Clara, Hank. And while I’m at it, this is my husband James.” Suzanne pulled a man forward, smiling up at him. He was quite tall, and as Clara turned to him, he held out his hand with a smile as broad as Suzanne’s.

  “Very nice to meet you, James,” Clara said, welcoming the brief break she’d gotten before she had to actually speak t
o Hank. She knew she couldn’t possibly have met him before, but there seemed to be something very familiar about him. She wasn’t quite sure what, so she just held out her hand and smiled. “And to meet you, too, Hank.”

  He quickly wiped his hand on his pants before extending it to her, which she thought must be a habit from being outside so much as right now, he was very clean and dressed in a nice jacket with some sort of string tie, clasped together with a turquoise stone set in silver and shining in the light of the foyer. He even smelled nice—masculine, but nice.

  He tipped his head slightly as he shook her hand, his eyes cast at the floor. When he looked up again, the twinkle remained and his smile returned as they both looked to Suzanne.

  “Oh, yes, right. Please come this way. Tripp and Sadie have dinner ready for us,” she said, looping her arms through both Clara and Hank’s. She pulled them forward as Hank reached behind him and tossed his hat to James, who caught it with a smile and hung it on the hat rack by the door. “You’re going to love this.”

  Clara smiled as she reached the table. Taking in the roast chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and spying the apple pie on the sideboard, she clapped her hands, looking to her dear friend, Sadie, as warmth spread across her chest. “All my favorites,” she said, sighing. “Thank you.”

  Sadie and Tripp exchanged smiles, and Sadie said, “We wanted to make you feel welcome, and at home. It is a long journey, and if I remember correctly, very nerve-wracking.”

  She squeezed Tripp’s hand as she spread her other across the table. “Sit down, everybody. It’s here for us to enjoy.”

  Clara jumped at the feel of Hank’s hand on her elbow as he gently guided her to a place setting and pulled out her chair for her, scooting her forward as she sat. She’d never been courted before—too busy working and no time for it—and she wondered if this was part of it.

  She shook her head, as he wouldn’t have to court her. They were just going to get married for the property, so she pushed any thoughts of a relationship out of her mind.

  Sadie and Suzanne filled her in about the Occidental and how it had come to be such a success, with only occasional good-natured objections of fact from Tripp.

  “Actually, it’s Hank and his father we should thank,” Sadie said, smiling at Hank as she handed him a piece of apple pie. “If you and your father hadn’t asked for Tripp’s trail cooking, who knows where we’d be.”

  Hank cleared his throat. He hadn’t spoken much during the meal so far, and Clara was anxious to hear him speak. To get to know him better, even though it really didn’t matter.

  “It was really just something we thought Tripp might actually like to do if he thought about it. And also something we’d been sorely deprived of when he was away in New York.” He popped the last bite of one of Sadie’s biscuits in his mouth and picked up his fork to start in on the pie.

  Tripp nodded his head briefly at Hank. “Thank you for the compliment, and I suppose all’s well that ends well.”

  Sadie stood up and began to clear dishes off the table. “Would anyone like coffee?”

  A unanimous “yes” sent her toward the kitchen.

  Tripp leaned back in his chair. “So, Hank, any more news about the property? We were able to fill Clara in a little bit on the coach ride down, but not too much.”

  “Well, how much did you get to say?” Hank set his napkin down on his plate, scooting back a bit with his eyebrows raised at Tripp.

  “I can answer that,” said Clara, dabbing her mouth with her napkin. “I know that you inherited property from your grandfather. I know that you need a wife to claim the inheritance. And I know that there’s a timeline in the will.”

  Hank rubbed the back of his neck. “Then it sounds like you know about as much as I do, Miss.”

  “I’m a bit confused, though,” Clara said, looking from Hank to Tripp. “Is the property particularly valuable? Especially large? I would think that taking a wife whom you don’t know is a fairly extreme measure for a piece of property.”

  Tripp turned from Hank to Clara. “It’s a bit of a long story, but the property is adjacent to Hank’s father’s ranch. If Hank wasn’t in a position to inherit the property on his grandfather’s death, the property was slated to go to someone else. Apparently, Mr. Archer feels it’s important to keep it in the family. Probably because it’s prime grazing land.”

  “That’s right,” Hank added. “That’s all we can think of as to why Pa is so adamant about this happening. I mean, it’s a nice chunk of land, but I’m not even sure how my mother’s father ended up with it in the first place. And Pa’s not been too willing to talk about it.”

  “That’s rather curious.” Clara twisted her napkin on her lap as she waited for more of the story.

  “Maybe we’ll find out more about it tomorrow,” Hank said, shrugging his shoulders.

  “Tomorrow?” Clara questioned Suzanne.

  “Yes, Mr. Archer has a big fiesta planned in honor of your arrival, Clara. It’s at the Archer Ranch, which is beautiful. You’ll love it.”

  Clara felt the butterflies return as the reality of the situation set in. Now she’d meet his family. Soon enough, she would be family. Or at least formally.

  “Is that all right with you, Miss? We’d be mighty pleased to have all of you come out. You must be wondering what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

  Clara’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked at Hank, his hopefulness impossible to ignore.

  “Of course, I’d be happy to come. I look forward to meeting my future family, as well as seeing the ranch.

  Hank’s smile spread even wider as he breathed a sigh that Clara thought sounded like relief. “Thank you, Miss. Tripp, are you willing to bring everyone out, or should I come to fetch people?”

  “No, James and I can handle it, Hank, but thanks. If everything’s the same as it used to be, you’ll be needed for preparations.”

  Hank’s face clouded as he stood and reached for his hat. “Nothing’s changed there, Tripp,” he said, his voice low. He turned to Sadie. “Thank you for the wonderful supper, Morgan family. I’ll be taking my leave as I imagine Miss Martin could use some more rest.”

  Lucy and Lily jumped out of their seats and each hugged one of Hank’s knees. “Can we ride tomorrow, Uncle Hank? Can we?” Lucy tugged at his sleeve while Lily stood silent, her blue eyes not leaving his face.

  Hank squatted and gave both of the girls a hug. “We’ll see, little ladies. Not sure what’s on the agenda for tomorrow, but if I can saddle up for you, I sure will.”

  The girls squealed as they ran upstairs, their mother right behind them. “Night, Hank. We’ll see you tomorrow,” Suzanne said as she disappeared after the twins.

  Clara laughed as she stood and turned toward Hank. “They’re quite a handful.”

  Hank and Tripp exchanged looks. “You think they are a handful. Wait until you meet my six sisters,” Hank said with a shake of his head.

  “Oh, they’re all right,” Tripp said. “If a little…busy.” He clapped Hank on the back as they walked toward the door.

  Hank shook hands with James and Tripp, and nodded his head at Sadie and Clara before he turned toward the door. “Busy. Is that what you call it? We’ll see how tomorrow goes. Good night, and thank you again for the fine supper.”

  As Hank closed the door behind him, Clara spun toward Sadie. “Six? Really six sisters?”

  Sadie picked up more dishes and said over her shoulder on the way to the kitchen, “Yes, six. But they’re a lot of fun. The twins love them.”

  Clara sat back down, and the butterflies returned. Six sisters? And his father a widower? Her last thought before she headed into the kitchen to help with the dishes was to wonder who looked after all of them. She wasn’t sure if she was prepared for it to be her.

  Chapter 7

  Clara lifted the twins into the buggy as she waited for the others to come. She’d woken early, before sunrise, and hadn’t been able to go back to sleep. She’d b
rushed her hair at least a thousand times before braiding it, undoing it and braiding it again until she heard people downstairs. Her nerves wouldn’t calm down enough for her to do anything else.

  As she lifted her skirts and pulled herself up into the buggy, she hoped that her new family would like her. And that she’d like them. She breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of sage as they passed different types of trees and plants. “Suzanne, did you show the twins the picture in the book I brought?”

  “Oh, I did. Wasn’t that fun, girls? The book we looked at before bedtime last night.”

  “Yes,” Lucy said as Lily nodded. “I liked the pictures of the cowboys on horses.”

  Tripp laughed. “I think some of those might be wranglers. Like Uncle Hank.”

  “What’s a wrangler, mama?” Lucy said, turning to her mother.

  “What exactly is a wrangler, Tripp? You’d likely be the best to explain.”

  They all turned to Tripp and even Sadie waited for his response. “Well, what is it? You used to be one, didn’t you?”

  As James guided the horses down the road to the ranch, he said, “He did, but the wrangler life isn’t for everybody. It can be a pretty rough life.”

  Tripp sighed and took Sadie’s hand. “Yes, it is a tough life. Being out on the trail for weeks at a time can take a real toll. It’s fun for a while, but sleeping on the ground and even eating my cooking—“

  “That would have made it all okay, wouldn’t it,” Sadie teased, smiling up at her husband.

  “I’d like to think so, but no. It’s a rough life. It’s really better for the younger men with no family. In fact, the last few times I’ve talked to Hank, he’s made noise about being close to done, himself. Wanting to stay put.” Tripp looked ahead at the big ranch house that was coming closer as he spoke, a frown appearing. “But that remains to be seen. Beau seems to want him out there still, and Beau usually gets what he wants.”