The Rancher’s Inconvenient Bride. Carol Arens

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Название The Rancher’s Inconvenient Bride
Автор произведения Carol Arens
Жанр Вестерны
Серия Mills & Boon Historical
Издательство Вестерны
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isbn 9781474054300



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backed away without answering the prostrate woman.

      Even though her hands grew damp and her stomach nauseous, she was not going to pick up the laudanum. If she did, she feared she would find a dim corner and drink it down.

      It was time for a visit to the elephant. She cut across the yard, rushing past the bull hand who guarded the huge pachyderms against curious townsfolk.

      It was not those elephants she sought. It was the one inside the big top that drew her.

      Pausing beside the entrance, she glanced behind her. In the distance she spotted a man making his way up the stony path toward town. Something about him, the way he moved, seemed familiar—reassuring.

      That was odd since she could see nothing of him but the back of his coat as he huddled against the wind. Odder still, that a stranger could give her a sense of comfort.

      Agatha hurried across the floor of the Big Top. Glancing about, she ducked behind the canvas where Gloria stood still and majestic even in death.

      She wouldn’t visit for long. Mr. Brown did not like people near his elephant unless it was by a personal invitation or purchased ticket.

      This was a rule that Agatha had ignored from the first moment she saw the beast.

      “I’m not you,” she whispered to the hulking gray corpse.

      But she had been. Under the influence of the laudanum that Hilda Brunne had kept her subdued with, she had been as lifeless as this elephant.

      Dead inside, gray and still outside, appearing to have life but with no spark of animation.

      Some people might think it strange that she likened her past to this petrified creature—she even thought so sometimes. But other times, when she was afraid, when simply giving a stranger the time of day made her want to hide away—she needed to be reminded that she was alive—to vow that she would never again be a slave to laudanum.

      She feared this great hulking creature that seemed to represent life in death.

      She feared herself, what she might have become without the help of William English.

      Yes, Ivy had been the one to help her overcome her addiction, but it had been William who kept her from going back to it when, fearing her sister had died, she wanted to find oblivion again.

      On that wicked stormy night, he’d placed a book in her hands and made her read it out loud to him. It hadn’t been easy to do, given that she was mightily distracted by the masculine scent of him, by the warmth of his arm and the lean muscle of his thigh touching hers while they sat on the couch waiting.

      Of course, she’d had a crush on him for years. But whenever her young heart would begin to flutter, Nurse Brunne would point out that she was not fit for any man, especially not one like William English.

      She’d been right about that. William was a prince and she had been—dead—like this poor elephant.

      But she would not be again.

      Today she was breathing, alive and getting stronger. No one, or nothing in a beguiling little bottle would take that new freedom from her.

      * * *

      The stew was not thickening as it should. No matter how long it cooked, it remained broth and not gravy.

      The Fat Lady would hate it.

      “I don’t know what’s wrong, Laura Lee.” The Fat Lady was not the only one who was going to be displeased. “Frenchie Brown will be angry.”

      “I’m homesick,” Laura Lee stated as though Agatha had not spoken.

      “He’s going to bellow at us if his food isn’t correct.”

      “It’s been two months and I miss the Lucky Clover to my bones. I’m going home, tomorrow.” Laura Lee turned to look at Agatha, moisture glittering in her eyes. “Did you add flour?”

      “Going home!”

      She couldn’t go home! The two of them had come on this adventure together. Why, Ivy and Travis would never have allowed her to come if Laura Lee hadn’t accompanied her.

      Especially had they ever dreamed the adventure would lead to this cook trailer.

      As far as anyone back home knew, she and Laura Lee were working in the kitchen of a fancy hotel in Cheyenne.

      Before Agatha had even become skilled at peeling potatoes, the hotel closed for good. Within a couple of days, Laura Lee had secured them this job.

      Maybe she ought to have gone home then, let her friend go on alone, but she had set out to find independence. What could be more daring than living among circus folks?

      “I’ve got to go. You know how I was sweet on Johnny Ruiz?”

      How could she not know? At only five miles from home Laura Lee had begun to sigh over him and hadn’t quit.

      “We’ve been writing to each other every day. He’s coming for me and we’re going back home to be married.”

      “But you haven’t finished teaching me to cook.”

      What a cowardly thing to say! Agatha regretted it the instant the words left her mouth.

      “You came here—joined a circus for mercy’s sake—in order to learn to stand on your own.”

      Yes—it was true that she had. Still, she hadn’t learned nearly enough about cooking to do it on her own and she’d discovered that circus people did enjoy their meals.

      “You should go, Laura Lee!” She really should. “Go home and have lots of sweet little babies with Johnny.”

      Dropping the wooden spoon into the large pot of watery stew, Agatha wrapped her arms around her friend. With luck she would believe the tears on her cheeks were tears of joy, and they were for the most part.

      But it couldn’t be denied that she was indulging in a big dose of self-pity. She hadn’t a doubt in the world that once Ivy knew where she was, she would send someone to fetch her home.

      Ivy would not come herself. She had a newborn to care for, and a ranch to run. But someone would come and she was not nearly ready.

      “Don’t look so worried, Agatha.” Laura Lee let go of her and scooped up a cup of flour, mixed it with water. “I know you’re concerned about being forced to go home. But I’ll assure your sister and Travis that you are thriving and the circus people are watching over you like they would their own kin.”

      Someone was. Mr. Frenchie Brown. She felt his eyes on her back whenever she ventured from the cook trailer.

      In her opinion, his attention was not so protective. He frowned at her often, shook his head. Given the chance he would dismiss her.

      Agatha watched Laura Lee stir flour mixed with water into the pot. “Look at that! It’s stew. Nice thick stew.”

      “Here’s the secret to cooking, although Mrs. Morgan would paddle me for saying so.”

      Laura Lee winked. Mischief made her eyes sparkle.

      One day Agatha hoped her own eyes would sparkle. They didn’t now, but one day they would. As much as her friends’ did, as much as Ivy’s did. And Ivy’s eyes always sparkled.

      “If a dish isn’t right add butter, lots and lots of butter. If it needs to be thicker, flour, and if it’s dessert lots of sugar, and butter, butter, butter—a good dose of cream doesn’t hurt, either.”

       Chapter Two

      The door slammed behind the current, and fifth, man that William had presented for sheriff. It was hard to tell if the wind had to do with it or if the fellow was hopping mad to have traveled a hundred miles only to be judged unworthy for the position.

      William