Gently he carried her out of the basin and laid her on her towel while he dried her with his. He looked at her disfigured hip then bent his head and kissed her scars. “You’re beautiful.”
“I never knew so much happiness could be had. I love you, Eli.”
He groaned and kissed her. “I almost forgot.” He jumped up and ran to the wagon where he put on some pants. Moments later, he returned to her and had her sit up.
He knelt on the ground and took her hand. “Amy, will you be my wife forever?”
Tears streamed down her face while she smiled. “Of course—”
He took a ring from his pocket and placed it on her finger. “I should have given this to you a long time ago.” His smile widened. “It’s a perfect fit.”
“We’re a perfect fit,” she enthused.
“I love you heart and soul, Amy.”
“I love you too. I have for a very long time.”
Epilogue
Amy loved the chatter and noise at the dinner table. She fit right in, and that was a huge relief to her. It was always better to like the people you’d spend time with while your husband was gone.
“You look lost in thought,” Susan commented. Eli’s older brother Mike had married Susan over a year ago. She was a sweet, kind person.
“Spring will be here before you know it. I guess I’m a bit anxious knowing Eli will be gone for so long.”
Sweet Cassandra cried out and Susan picked her up from her cradle. The baby quieted as soon as Susan cooed to her.
“Why was my princess screaming?” Mike Todd asked as he hurried into the house. Eli had been right when he said Mike’s shoulders were bigger than his.
Susan laughed. “Babies cry, you know. It doesn’t mean the sky is falling. You need to relax.”
Mike smiled and took Cassandra from Susan. “She’s so tiny and so beautiful. I could stare at her all day.”
“Listen, Daddy” Eli said from the doorway. “Are we done for the day or not?”
“Done, of course. My daughter needs me.”
Both women laughed.
Amy stepped forward. “Eli, would you mind taking a walk with me?”
He held out his hand, and she quickly took it. They went outside and walked slowly. “Was there any place you wanted to go?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Something is wrong. What is it? Did one of Lynn’s boys hide another frog in the bed?”
Amy laughed. “No, nothing like that. I’m glad she decided to settle down here.”
“Me too. So, tell me what’s on your mind?”
Amy stopped walking and stared into his beautiful eyes. “Eli, I’m going to have a baby. I mean we’re going to have a baby—”
A bigger smile she’d never seen spread across his face, softening his features. “How? No, I know how. When? You probably don’t know exactly when. I mean—”
“I’m thinking sometime in October our little one will come into the world.”
He pulled her close. “That settles that.”
“What?”
He kissed her deeply and soundly. “I’ve been toying with the idea of staying on the ranch with you instead of being a guide.”
She smiled up at him. “So, we’ll be together?”
Eli hugged her again. “Honey, we have a lifetime to share.”
The End
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Chapter One
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Shannon McMurphy jolted awake as the stagecoach came to an abrupt stop.
“Asherville, Texas folks!” The driver yelled.
“This is it, Asherville, Texas,” the brown-toothed man sitting across from her announced. He spit once again on the stagecoach floor and leered at her. “Are ya sure ya want to get hitched to Ole John Hardy? I can be your husband if ya like.” He leaned toward her and she quickly turned her head from the fetid smell of his rotting teeth. She wished he wouldn’t speak.
Shannon shuddered, trying not to glance at him. He’d made her uncomfortable with his stare the whole last leg of her trip. Until then there had been other passengers and he’d behaved himself, but now she never wanted to be in his company again. Opening the shade, she looked out the coach window. The bright sun made her eyes squint from the glare.
It didn’t look to be much of a town but beggars couldn’t be choosers, and in this situation, she was definitely the beggar.
The driver opened the door, and Shannon expected to get off first, but the nasty passenger pushed past her and left. Maybe this is what manners are in the West.
The driver extended his hand. She took it and carefully stepped out of the stagecoach. Taking a deep breath, she released his hand and glanced around. Where was Mr. Hardy? He promised to meet the stage, but she saw no one else on the wooden walkway. He was probably delayed at his ranch. Being a successful rancher must be hard work.
The driver put her bag down next to her and she smiled her thanks. “You wouldn’t know—”
“I usually drive straight through Asherville. I have a schedule to keep and can’t stand around jawing. Never had time to meet the folks.” He stroked his black mustache and shrugged. “Someone will be by to pick you up. A man would have to be crazy to leave a pretty gal like you standing out here alone and unescorted.” He climbed back on the coach, grabbed the reins and yelled. “Haw!”
Not one to stand around waiting for something to happen, she grabbed her bag and strode down the boardwalk. There wasn’t much in the town to recommend itself. The biggest building was the saloon followed by the mercantile. On the other side of the street, she saw, a place called Eats and next to it was a barbershop. Somehow, through Mr. Hardy’s letters, she anticipated a booming town, not a sparsely populated wide spot in the road. There was a sign on the bank, which said, closed, and someone had nailed a plank of wood across the door to the sheriff's office.
She plodded to the mercantile hoping they’d know where her intended could be. If nothing else, the store would get her out of the blazing sun. She stopped before entering and slid her hands down her skirt trying in vain to remove some of the dirt and wrinkles. All she'd created was a big puff of dust around her. What she wouldn’t give for a bath, but it would have to wait. Maybe she could ask for a cup of water to wash away some of the grit in her mouth.
The bell dangling above the door rang as she entered the mercantile, and immediately everyone stopped and stared at her. She always believed first impressions mattered greatly but there was no help for it now. Plain and simple, she was covered in dirt. Smiling, she nodded in greeting to the customers.
A tall, well-dressed woman in her thirties patted her dark hair in place. She stepped from behind the counter and headed right for Shannon, putting forth a big, gracious smile. “Welcome. You must be new around here. I’m Edith Mathers, and I'm the proprietor of this fine establishment. Are you and your husband settling in our town?”
“It’s so nice to make your acquaintance. Actually, I’m here to marry John Hardy. Perhaps you could tell me where I might locate him?”
A hush fell over the entire store. As she glanced around, she noted many patrons staring at her with their mouths dropped open.
“Do you think he got tied up at his ranch? If it isn’t far perhaps I could rent a driver and a buggy to get out there?” A few of the customers whispered to each other. Her heart thumped painfully against her ribs as a shiver went up her spine. “Is so
mething wrong?”
Edith took her bag from Shannon and led her to a fine upholstered chair near the window. Edith gestured for her to sit down. “Oh dear, how should I say this?”
Shannon sat in the chair and her shoulders slouched. “Is he dead?”
Patting Shannon’s hand, Edith shook her head. “No, honey, John doesn’t own a ranch. Oh my, what did you say your name was?”
Her stomach knotted and she felt the blood drain from her face. He didn’t own a ranch? He deceived her. “Mrs. Mathers, my name is Shannon. What do you mean? Do you know where he is? I’d like to talk to him.”
“He’s at the saloon. He owns it.”
Shannon jumped up. “Is it alright if I leave my bag with you? It appears I have something to straighten out.”
Edith nodded. “Of course.”
Seeing something akin to pity, she passed by the other customers. She lifted her chin, straightened her back and marched down the walk to the saloon. The scarred, wooden, swinging doors intimidated her. They were imposing as she stood gazing at them trying to gather her courage. A saloon? There had to be a mistake.
The clinking glasses and roars of laughter stopped the moment she stepped through the doors. She didn’t care if they gawked at her, she had to locate Mr. Hardy and get an explanation.
“It’s not often we get a pretty little thing like you entering my place.”
Her heart dropped when she set eyes on the speaker. She studied the rotund man with dirty, greasy, dark hair and the look of the devil in his eyes.
“Are you John Hardy? The John Hardy who proposed marriage to me?” She held her breath wishing for him to say no.
“You must be my Shannon.” He smiled showing the lack of bottom teeth. He stepped in front of her and looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her breasts. Putting his arm around her waist, he turned so they were both facing the rag tag bunch in the saloon. “What do you think fellas? A new one to add to my little doves?”
The crowd cheered as she tried to loosen his bruising grip. “Now look here, you disgusting liar! You misrepresented yourself. I’m not marrying you or becoming one of your little doves. I’m sure I can find another groom much better than you.” She wrenched free from him.
“Better than me?” he snorted, his voice full of anger.
“Not better than you, I meant someone more suited to me is all.” Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she could tell he wasn’t buying it.
“Are you refusing to marry me?” His body tensed and his eyes narrowed as he grabbed her arm again.
Without thinking, she nodded. The back of his hand flew at her face and sent her crashing into the wall. She stumbled and lunged for the door, but John grabbed her by the hair and led her to the bar pinning the side of her face to the top.
Fear paralyzed her and she couldn't move or breathe as John slid the knife blade across her face. The throbbing pain made her scream as he threw her out the wooden doors and onto the dirty street.
John followed and laughed as she wiped the blood from her split lips. “No one will want you now. You might as well get inside before everyone sees how hideous you are.”
Reaching up she touched her throbbing, painful cheek and felt the blood before she brought her hand in front of her to confirm it. He’d slashed her face with the knife. The pain almost blinded her as spots crowded her eyes, but she held on. “I’d rather be dead than be with you.” Her voice trembled as she tried to put on a brave front.
John growled and stepped closer. “I can arrange that for you.” His dark eyes flashed at her and she saw such darkness in his eyes, she truly believed him capable of killing.
The world seemed eerily quiet as she pushed herself up from the hard packed dirt, only to fall back down. Her ankle hurt. Tears filled her eyes, as she glanced around. There stood the women from the mercantile, staring, with their eyes full of terror. She’d get no assistance from them.
John Hardy strutted into the street and laughed while he gestured for two of his men to pick her up. “Come on, honey, it’s time for our honeymoon.”
She heard the clomping of hooves and the turn of wagon wheels behind her but the wagon didn’t stop to help her either. By this time, a crowd had gathered and there were men standing with the group of women. She tried to plead for help with her eyes but they glanced away.
Two men grabbed at her to haul her back into the saloon when a loud cocking of a gun erupted from behind.
“Put her down.” A man's voice threatened.
John stepped forward, thrusting out his chest. “Listen, Cinders, this is none of your business. It’d be in your best interest to leave things be.”
The world began to dim and spin, the smell of blood was the last straw. She fainted.
Shannon heard screams and realized they were her own. Swatting at the closest person to grab ahold of, she tried to sit up.
“Shannon, dear, you need to lay still so Virginia can sew up your face. She has the finest hand around and her stitches are tiny and uniform,” Edith explained as she tried to hold Shannon’s shoulders still.
“Edith, let me sit there. I can hold her down better than you.” She heard the voice of the man from the street. The one who'd cocked his gun.
He sat out of her line of sight and held her shoulders with a powerful, yet not punishing grip.
“Don’t try to talk, Miss. The faster we get this done the better. I got you. I know it hurts, but I need you to keep your head still. Poor Virginia is trying to do her best by you. I don’t know how you ended up tangled with Hardy but he’s bad news. Shh, it’ll be fine.” He dabbed at her tears with a perfumed handkerchief. “Edith, do have any whiskey or laudanum?”
“No to both. The laudanum is on order and you know I don’t allow liquor in my house.”
Closing her eyes, she tried to concentrate on his voice, but the fact that she would now have a big scar across her face whirled in her head. John Hardy was right. No one would want her now. She'd taken a big chance coming to Texas to marry a man she didn’t know, but it was better than ending up at the workhouse. The whole trip she kept imagining what it would be like to be a wife of a rancher. She'd even hoped he’d want children. Her imagination wasn’t wild enough to consider what just happened.
“Slow, deep breaths, miss. Concentrate on breathing. You’re almost done.”
Finally, she honed in on his voice and made it crowd out everything in her head. The pain was excruciating but his strong, kind male voice became her lifeline. She was so very tired. She listened to him try to soothe her until her world went blank again.
She woke up the next morning confused, but the pain in her cheek reminded her of her plight. Sitting up, she fingered the large bandage covering one whole side of her face. Answering John Hardy’s ad for a bride was the biggest mistake of her life. However, considering the alternative, there had been no contest. Weighing the workhouse against her dream for a husband, children and living on a ranch, John Hardy had won out.
Gingerly she stood up, afraid she’d feel light-headed, but other than the cut, she felt fine. The room was nice, much nicer than anything she’d known. The yellow curtains matched the finely stitched comforter. There was one glaring omission in the room, however. A mirror. There was a faint outline on the wall from where it had hung; at least that was her guess. Her face must look even worse than she imagined.
She still wore her traveling outfit, and a quick search of the room turned up nothing. Her bag wasn’t there. Quickly she braided her hair until it hung neatly down her back and then she opened the door in search of the staircase. Voices drifted up the stairwell as she made her way down. She recognized one of the voices as belonging to the man who had helped her yesterday. Upon hearing her name, she stopped.
A woman's voice argued with the man. “She can’t stay here and no man will marry her now. Once the scar heals, it will be a hideous sight. You can’t expect any man to want to gaze at her from across the dinner table,” Edith insisted.
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sp; “She can’t go back to the saloon either. You know what will happen there,” the man said, his voice strong and calm.
“Cinders, I don’t know what to do. I’ve already done my Christian duty by allowing her to stay the night. I fed her a sandwich for heaven’s sake.”
Shannon could imagine poor Edith wringing her hands, and she was right, she had done a lot for her. It was time to leave. Straightening her shoulders, she descended the staircase. If ever she needed a backbone, it was now. “Good Morning.” Her words came out as barely a squeak.
Edith turned and nodded at her. “Morning. I’m so pleased you’re up and around.”
“Yes, I’ll take my leave now, but I wanted to thank you. Both of you.” She quickly glanced at the tall cowboy. His blond hair and winter-sky blue eyes caught her attention and she stole another look. Boy, he was the handsomest cowboy she'd ever seen.
“I’m Cinders, ma’am, and I’m glad I was there to help you. I’m sorry for all your trouble. Usually Asherville is a fine town. I’m supposing you’ll want to go home. Can’t say I blame you. The stage will be through here later this afternoon. You could wait for it and start your way back to your family.”
Trying to offer even a faint smile brought her too much pain. “Yes, well thank you.” Shannon grabbed her bag from the bottom of the stairs and headed out the door. Glancing around the town, there didn’t seem to be any prospects for a job. Edith was right, no man would make her his wife now.
“I’ve been wondering how long it'd be before you were out in the streets. If you beg me nicely, I’ll let you stay here after all. I can’t marry you now since I’d only be able to bed you with the lights off.” John Hardy smirked as he leaned against his saloon, striking a match on the wall and lighting a cigar. He narrowed his eyes and gave her a snide grin.
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