Gold Rush Bride. Debra Brown Lee

knew that voice.

      A second later the driver released her. And a moment after that, Will Crockett’s fist connected with his face. A nice, clean blow. Kate winced as the driver went down.

      As if such things happened every day, two onlookers dragged his limp body out of the mud and propped him against the windowless storefront of Landerfelt’s Mercantile and Mining Supply.

      “Y-you killed him.” She took in Crockett’s steely expression and coal-black eyes.

      “Nah. He’s just out cold. He’ll be all right.” Crockett’s gaze fixed on her, and his eyes warmed to brown.

      The scandalous dream she’d had about him mere hours ago flooded her mind, unbidden. Her face flushed with heat. “Y-you’re still here.”

      “Yeah.” His gaze washed over her, and that same queer feeling she’d had yesterday returned.

      “But I thought you were gone to Alaska.”

      “I was. I mean I am.” He took off his fur hat and played with it, then crushed it in his hands. “There’s something I need to do first.”

      She felt suddenly overwarm, as if she’d just come down with fever. “Like…what, supposin’?”

      “Well, I was thinking that—”

      Shouts and the sound of hoofbeats cut short their conversation. The crowd scattered like rats in a Dublin flat. What now? Kate glanced down the street to see Eldridge Landerfelt bearing down on them on horseback.

      Will stepped out in front of her, taking the brunt of the mud clods kicked up as the merchant jerked his mount to a halt in front of his store and took in the chaotic scene.

      “Hell’s bells, what’s goin’ on here?” A second later Landerfelt was off his horse, on his feet, and nose to nose with Crockett.

      Kate had the same question, and waited to hear the frontiersman’s answer. She stepped out from behind him, but Crockett didn’t spare her a glance. His gaze was pinned on Landerfelt.

      “That shipment,” Crockett said. “It’s mine.”

      “Yours?” answered Kate and Landerfelt in unison.

      Crockett continued to ignore her. “That’s right. Liam Dennington paid half down on it two weeks ago. I know. I was there when the money changed hands.”

      Landerfelt cracked a half smile. “What if he did? Dennington’s dead and buried. He can’t pay the balance, and she sure can’t, neither.” He flashed his eyes at her. “I’m doing her a favor by taking it off her hands.”

      He was doing her a favor, Kate realized. She certainly couldn’t afford to pay for the goods, and even if she could she’d just have to turn around and sell them.

      “You’d pay me back my father’s deposit, of course.”

      “Of course.” Landerfelt’s smile broadened. He pulled a cigar out of his jacket and lit it up, much to Kate’s displeasure.

      “Fine,” she said, and waved the smoke away from her face. “I’d also speak with you about the store itself, and the land. I was thinking that—”

      “She was thinking she’d like to keep it awhile.” Crockett shot her a loaded look.

      “Keep it?” For the second time in as many minutes she and Landerfelt voiced the same thought.

      “She can’t keep it,” Landerfelt said. “It’s the law.”

      Crockett took a step toward him, and Kate thought for sure there would be another fight. “Yeah, so I’ve heard. Single women can’t own property.”

      “Or operate a business within two miles of town.” Landerfelt blew a puff of cigar smoke directly into Crockett’s face.

      Kate braced herself for the frontiersman’s reaction, but to her surprise he didn’t move a muscle. His cool expression hardened. She admired control in a man. Too many of them, her father and brothers included, went off half-cocked.

      “Unless the business is…well…” Landerfelt flashed his blue eyes at her again.

      “I know what the law says. And I’m telling you she’s keeping the store and the shipment. We’re keeping it.”

      “We?” Kate had a bad feeling when she met Will Crockett’s coal-black gaze.

      “That’s right. Mrs. Crockett here—” Will wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to his side “—and me.”

      “What?” This time she only mouthed Landerfelt’s reply. The cigar slipped from the merchant’s gaping mouth and sizzled in the muddy street.

      “We’re getting married. This morning.” Crockett tossed her a cold look. “Isn’t that right?”

      All at once, Kate felt the world slip out from under her feet. Crockett gripped her tighter, and she was suddenly aware of his body heat, the strength of his big hand and muscled arm.

      “What kinda bull is this?” Landerfelt narrowed his eyes at the both of them.

      “No bull, just fact. There’s nothing in town law says a married woman can’t operate a business. Especially if it’s her husband’s business. And nothing in the law says I can’t own property. I marry her and it’s mine.”

      “W-wait a minute.” Kate’s head began to throb. “I thought you said—”

      “I changed my mind.”

      “There’s no preacher for miles.” Landerfelt’s face went bloodred. He reminded her of that boxer again. The rage in his eyes told Kate he wasn’t giving up.

      Out of nowhere, Mei Li’s head popped in between them. “Mr. Vickery marry. He make legal.” She grinned at Kate. “I help. You come now. We make ready.”

      “But—”

      “I’ll get Vickery.” The tawny-haired man who’d thrown Landerfelt’s crony through the window and had spirited Mei Li from off the wagon slapped Will Crockett on the back. He tipped his hat at her and cracked a crooked grin. “I’m the best man, I reckon. Matt Robinson, ma’am.” He grabbed her hand and shook it until Kate thought it would break loose from her arm. “I mean, Mrs. Crockett. Back in a flash.” He took off at a full run.

      Kate felt as if she were outside her own body, looking down on the preposterous scene unfolding around her.

      “You won’t get away with this, Crockett.” Landerfelt grabbed his horse’s reins, then shot her a murderous look. “You, neither, you—”

      Crockett grabbed the neatly pressed lapels of Landerfelt’s jacket. Kate waited for him to speak, to defend her with some choice words, but he said nothing. After a few tense seconds, Landerfelt swore and pulled out of the frontiersman’s grasp. The crowd parted as he jerked his mount down the street toward the livery.

      “Married?” Kate stared at Crockett, openmouthed. The reality of the situation dawned on her.

      “That’s what you wanted, right? Get married, keep the store, make enough for your ticket home.”

      She nodded, dumbstruck. That’s exactly what she had proposed to him last night. “Aye, but—”

      “Fine. It’s a deal.” He grabbed her hand and shook it. Not as hard as Matt Robinson had, but firmly and with a cold intent in his eyes that made her forget all thoughts of changing her mind.

      “I want the mule, the horse, and whatever we make off this wagon load. We’ll sell it all today. Now, in fact.”

      “But the driver…” She gestured to the buckskin-clad driver who’d manhandled her and had received Will Crockett’s fist in payment. His nose was bleeding. It definitely looked broken. “My father didn’t pay for it all, just a deposit.”

      Crockett