The Blushing Bride. Judith Stacy

Amanda said. “I didn’t mean to pry.”

      Meg sighed. “The whole mountain knows, so I suppose there’s no reason you shouldn’t. I woke one morning to find a note from Gerald saying he couldn’t live here any longer. He was moving on. He was sorry that he couldn’t take Todd and me with him, but he had to go find his own way.”

      “And he left? Just like that?”

      “Gerald was never the stable type,” Meg said. “We always moved from place to place, job to job.”

      “That’s how you ended up here?”

      “Gerald started a business in town. It failed. He tried again, then again, never with much luck. Then finally, he simply left.”

      “How awful.”

      “Yes, it was awful at first.” Meg managed a smile. “But Todd and I have a roof over our heads and I find enough work to keep us fed. We’re doing all right.”

      “Why don’t you leave?”

      “I have no family now, except for Todd,” Meg said. “Where would I go?”

      “Do you like living here?” Amanda asked. She managed to keep from sounding judgmental. Though the mountain was foreign to her, that didn’t mean others wouldn’t like it.

      “Yes,” Meg said, “but it is a little lonely without other women around.”

      “Thanks to Mr. Kruger,” Amanda grumbled.

      “Jason let Duncan’s wife come here because he was injured in an accident a few months back and she nursed him back to health. There’s no doctor in camp, you know. The few other women who live here work in town.”

      “Does Mr. Kruger own the town as well?”

      “The land under the town, but not the businesses,” Meg said. “He has a lot of influence over what goes on there. Why shouldn’t he? He owns the mountain.”

      Amanda’s eyes widened. “He owns it?”

      “Yes, he does.”

      Amanda sat back, disturbed, but not knowing why exactly. There was something very powerful about a man who owned an entire mountain.

      “The rules he has,” Meg said, “like no drinking and no smoking in camp, are for the safety and wellbeing of the loggers. He’s very concerned about his men. Jason is actually a very good boss.”

      “You’ll forgive me if I differ with you on that.”

      Meg smiled. “I’ve heard about other logging and milling companies from the men who work here. Most of them pay in script and the only place to shop is the company store, where prices are ridiculously high. Sometimes when the lumber market isn’t good, the owners refuse to redeem the script. The crews are stuck with no money and no way to get any. All they can do is keep working for the same owner.”

      “That’s terrible,” Amanda said.

      Meg nodded. “But Jason pays his crew in cash. Since he doesn’t own any of the businesses in town, his men can shop wherever they want.”

      Amanda pushed her plate aside. “Still, to be so controlling….”

      “Jason’s no saint,” Meg said. “But he is fair. That’s why I think you should go to him again this morning and explain about your plan to bring brides up here.”

      Amanda remembered the look on Jason Kruger’s face last night and shook her head. “He seemed adamant.”

      “But it’s a wonderful idea. You’ve come this far, Amanda, you can’t just leave without giving it one more try,” Meg said. “All the women here would be so grateful.”

      Amanda mulled it over. She had come a long way and she deserved another chance. Maybe Jason would see things differently in the light of day. Once he heard her plan he might welcome the idea of brides on his mountain, as long as he didn’t have to marry one of them himself.

      She’d been so determined, so anxious when she left San Francisco. Making the difficult trip, waiting in Beaumont two long days hadn’t deterred her. Even the rough trip up the mountain wasn’t enough to make her lose the enthusiasm for her plan. Nothing was, except meeting Jason Kruger.

      Something about that man unsettled her. What was it?

      Amanda didn’t want to think too hard on that notion. “All right,” she said. “I’ll give it another try.”

      She rose from the table filled with determination and purpose once again. She’d talk to Jason Kruger.

      What could he do but say no?

      Chapter Four

      The gray dawn clung to the treetops as Amanda left Meg McGee’s house carrying her satchel and her hopes for the future, in search of Jason Kruger.

      It didn’t seem quite fair that her dreams hinged on that particular man. Amanda had run the Becoming Brides Matrimonial Service for a little more than a year and she had plans for her business, for herself.

      And for her prospective brides. They’d come to her with hopes and dreams of their own. A family, a husband, children, a home. All were things she could provide, with the right contacts.

      Amanda picked her way along the rutted road. No, being dependent on the whim of Jason Kruger for her success and the happiness of her brides was not desirable at all. But at the moment, she had no choice.

      What Amanda hadn’t seen last night when she arrived in the dark took her by surprise as she made her way down the road. The logging camp and town had been quite literally carved out of the mountain. A wall of thick trees towering two hundred feet in the air surrounded a large clearing. Inside lay the town, which was behind Amanda as she headed west, and in front of her was the logging camp. Off to her right was the sawmill and millpond.

      The bone-rattling road that had brought her up from Beaumont last night separated the camp from the town, then continued on, winding its way up the mountain. The bunkhouse, storehouse and cookhouse lay ahead of her in the heart of the camp. A few smaller buildings were scattered between them, including barns and animal pens where horses and oxen stood, waiting to start their day of toil.

      Across the road was Jason Kruger’s office. A house sat behind it; she guessed it belonged to the Kruger brothers. Absently, Amanda wondered what it looked like inside. Probably not one doily or lace cloth in the place.

      There was wood everywhere. Amanda had never seen so much wood. Wooden houses, wooden shingles, wooden furniture. Stumps, slivers and shavings of wood, broken boards, sawdust. The air smelled of trees, sweet sawdust and sap.

      The camp had the feel of hasty construction about it, as if it had been thrown together out of necessity in a rush to get on to more important matters.

      No one was out at this hour. Meg had told Amanda she would find the men in the cookhouse before heading up the mountain for the day. Jason would be there, too.

      A rumble of voices drew Amanda to the large building Meg had described. Delicious scents drifted on the air. Amanda paused outside the door, straightened her skirt and touched her hand to her hat. While the other women she’d met in camp dressed more simply, Amanda was here to conduct business, and it was important that her appearance reflect that.

      She started inside, then stopped. She wasn’t all that anxious to meet Jason Kruger again.

      Or was she?

      He’d been on her mind all morning, even before Meg had suggested she talk with him again. She remembered last night and how irritating he’d been. How demanding. How arrogant.

      How she’d called him those terrible names.

      Amanda wasn’t all that experienced at business, but it probably wasn’t good to call your prospective customer thoughtless, inconsiderate