The Mail Order Bride's Deception

by Nordin, Ruth Ann

  The

  Mail Order

  Bride’s

  Deception

  Ruth Ann Nordin

  Wedded Bliss Romances, LLC

  This is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of the author and also represent the opinions or thoughts of the publisher.

  The Mail Order Bride’s Deception

  All Rights Reserved.

  Copyright 2014 Ruth Ann Nordin

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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

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  Dedication

  To Debra MacArthur who is a very sweet lady!

  Chapter One

  Rapid City, Dakota Territory

  September 1878

  Sadie Miller’s heart raced with trepidation as she looked at the letter in her hands from the man who waited for his mail-order bride. She couldn’t read it. The ticket master had read it to her when she ordered her train ticket. It was from a man named Allen Grover who lived in Rapid City, and he had a six-month-old son named Gilbert. From what she gathered, he lived off the land. Occasionally he sold meat to the town butcher, but he mostly bartered for things he needed and either grew or killed his own food.

  Allen sounded like a nice man, the kind of man she could enjoy spending the rest of her life with. Hazel had said he was the kind of man who’d be good to her. Then she gave Sadie her drawstring purse with the money, letter, and ticket. Even now, as Sadie held the woman’s things, she couldn’t help the mixture of feelings that the items provoked. What happened to Hazel had been horrible, but it had been the very thing that freed her. This was her chance. A new start. A new life. A chance to put the past behind her.

  She peered through the small window of the stagecoach as it came to a stop. Her gaze passed over a couple of men before she found one who was holding a baby in one arm. He was in front of the mercantile and he was a handsome man. Tan from hours spent outdoors, about six feet tall, light brown hair peeking out from under his hat, and a muscular build from hard work. He wore a pair of denims and a faded blue and white plaid shirt that had seen better days. Yes, that had to be him. No other man had a child with him.

  She took a deep breath. When she stepped out of this stagecoach, she would be Hazel McPherson. Not Sadie Miller. She closed her eyes for a moment and reminded herself that she could do this. She had to do this. Because if she didn’t…

  Well, it was better if she didn’t think about it.

  She adjusted her hat and patted her auburn hair which she had pulled back into a bun. Except for an errant curl that fell from the pins, everything was in place. Keeping the letter out, she closed the drawstring purse and prepared to get out. The moment she set foot on the dirt road, she would be Hazel.

  The driver opened the door and held his hand out to help her down. She accepted it. Her legs shook as she took her first tentative step forward. This was it. There was no going back. Daring a glance at the young man, her steps slowed when she realized he was already heading in her direction.

  Her heartbeat picked up. Would he believe she was Hazel? Did Hazel tell him what she looked like in one of her letters? Did she look enough like Hazel for him to think it was her? Hazel had brown hair with golden highlights, not the reddish tint she did. And she’d been thinner and taller than Sadie. But why would Hazel mention something like that? She might mention her hair color, maybe even her eye color, but she probably wouldn’t go further than that.

  “Are you Miss Hazel McPherson?” the young man asked.

  Her gaze went to the sleeping child in his arms before going back to him. Nodding, she offered a hopeful smile. “Yes.” She held out the letter to him. “Are you Allen Grover?”

  “I am, but you can call me Al.” With a glance at the letter, he chuckled. “And I wrote that letter. I’d recognize my sloppy handwriting anywhere.”

  She laughed at his joke. “I had no trouble figuring out what the letter said.”

  “You’re one of the few.” He motioned to the stagecoach where the driver and gunman were tying the horses to a post. “Don’t you have any luggage?”

  “Oh.” Luggage? “Um, well…” She turned back to him. “I wanted a fresh start. I thought I’d make my own clothes, especially since the weather is supposed to be colder here.”

  Thank goodness she’d taken the time to listen to the couple who spent their whole time chatting about the Black Hills before they got off three hours ago. But that was neither here nor there. At the moment, she had more pressing things to deal with.

  “I brought some money for the clothes,” she assured Al. Judging by what he was wearing, he didn’t have much to his name, and the last thing she wanted him to do was change his mind and not marry her—or rather Hazel.

  “I was afraid I scared you when I warned you about how cold it can get out here in the winter,” he said as he took her by the arm and led her up the platform in front of the mercantile. “I know it’s nothing like Atlanta.”

  She had no idea what Atlanta was like, so she’d just have to take his word for it. “I appreciated the warning,” she ventured, hoping it was the right thing to say. “I like to be prepared.” Especially after everything she’d been through. “I don’t like surprises.”

  “You won’t get any from here. There’s not much to do. I hope you don’t get bored.”

  “Boredom is the least of my concerns.” In fact, she welcomed it. The quiet blessedness of boredom would be wonderful! Peaceful even.

  “You might be saying otherwise after being here a month.”

  He shot her a smile that threatened to melt her right on the spot. She had a weakness for dimples and he had such cute ones. And his green eyes with brown flecks around the pupils twinkled, hinting at the joy in his life. Such joy had eluded her for quite some time. It would certainly be nice to be surrounded by it again.

  It was on the tip of her tongue to ask about his first wife but she decided against it. Hazel probably knew the details, and if she asked the wrong questions, he’d know she wasn’t the woman he expected her to be.

  Choosing a safer question, she asked, “May I hold Gilbert?”

  “Of course.”

  They stopped and he placed Gilbert in her arms. Afraid she might hurt him, she was careful as she brought him closer to her. He opened his eyes and glanced back at his father before turning his large brown eyes to her. She offered the boy a tentative smile, wondering
if babies picked up on an adult’s uncertainty. All he did was stare up at her as if he’d never seen a woman before.

  She knew nothing about caring for babies or children and had no idea if Hazel did or not. But even so, she guessed that each child was different, just as every person was different. She was going to be his mother now. The sooner she got used to him, the better.

  She brushed back one of his blond curls. “He’s got lovely hair.”

  “Yes, he does.”

  Did Gilbert take after his first mother? Unfortunately, Al decided not to divulge anything. He resumed his walk and started telling her where stores were in the town. Despite her curiosity, she didn’t press him for more information. For all she knew, he’d told Hazel everything already so why would he repeat himself? Besides, he was taking her as his second wife, and that being the case, he’d want to focus on her.

  Pushing aside the stab of guilt in her gut, she forced her attention to what he was saying. Hazel was dead. There was no bringing her back. And that being the case, all she was doing was filling in for her. Yes, it was a lie. Yes, she was deceiving him. But what harm could possibly come from it? It wasn’t like anyone from Nebraska was going to come up here to visit Hazel.

  “I spent the better part of the day getting the cabin ready for you,” Al said.

  “A cabin?”

  “I told you it’s only got two bedrooms. I know you’re used to a large home with servants at your beck and call. This won’t be anything like that.” His steps slowed. “Are you sure you want to go through with this? Once we marry, it’s forever.”

  Hazel came from a large home with servants? Sadie had no idea this was the case based on the simple clothing Hazel wore. But Hazel did have a lot of money in her drawstring purse. Just what had Hazel’s life been like, and why would she leave such luxury to come out here?

  “Hazel?” Al asked, drawing her attention back to him.

  “I’m sorry. I got distracted.” No sense in telling him why. “What is it?”

  “I was asking you if you’re sure you want to marry me. Life out here isn’t an easy one. There are bitter winters. You’ll have to cook, clean, and sew. Now, I meant what I said. I want you here, and Aunt Betty is more than happy to teach you what you need to know. But it’s hard work, especially when you have a child to tend to. You’ve led such a sheltered life. I’m just not sure you’re up to it.”

  She thought over his words with interest. “You accepted my reply to your mail-order bride advertisement.” Or rather, Hazel’s reply. “Forgive me if you mentioned it and I forgot, but did you not get any other replies?”

  “I didn’t mention it,” he quietly replied. “Because no other replies came. I had sent out the ad when Gilbert was born.”

  So that’s why he jumped at the chance at marrying Hazel. She was the only one who answered and he had a child who needed a mother. Well, she was nothing like Hazel. Her life hadn’t been one of luxury. She’d had to learn to fight and struggle to survive. She’d known hunger, pain, and loneliness. These were things Hazel had rescued her from.

  “Hazel?”

  Tears she’d learned to suppress threatened to expose her weakness. She quickly blinked them away. She focused on the man standing in front of her and the child in her arms. This was a new beginning. A new start. She could do this.

  “Hard work and cold winters don’t scare me,” she told him.

  There were worse things out there. Monsters that took the form of men. She rubbed Gilbert’s back and looked at Al. He wasn’t a monster. He was a good man—an honest man. And he was desperate for a wife who’d be a mother to his son.

  “I want to marry you, Al. I wouldn’t have come all this way if I didn’t. It might take me some time to get used to being here, but I will. I promise you that.”

  He relaxed and smiled. “I wouldn’t have blamed you if you wanted to leave after you saw this place, but I’m glad you’re staying.”

  She returned his smile, assured that he really would have let her leave if that was what she wanted. No man had given her a choice before. It was nice to control her destiny for a change. “I am, too.”

  “I told the preacher we’d stop by his house to get married if you wanted to stay. He lives right down that way.”

  She followed his gaze to the dusty road lined with small houses that weren’t far from the few businesses in the town.

  “We can gather the items you need from the mercantile first or wait until after the wedding.”

  Surprised he was giving her another choice, she said, “We’re closer to the mercantile so we might as well go there now.”

  With a nod, he directed her to the mercantile and they bought the supplies they needed. He asked her what she wanted, but she couldn’t recall much about cooking so she left it up to him and requested the recipe book on the counter.

  She was close to telling him how inadequate she was in the kitchen, but when he told her, “I suppose since you had servants, you didn’t cook,” she relaxed. Good. He didn’t expect Hazel to be good at making food. That gave her some leeway as she adjusted to her new life. When it came time for her to select cloth to make dresses, she picked the blue fabric with small white polka dots on it.

  “Do you want to pick another one?” he asked, gesturing to the green, gray, and yellow colors.

  “Well,” she slowly began as she tried to determine which colors didn’t somehow remind her of her past. The blue was a given. It was for proper ladies. Red and purple wouldn’t do because she’d worn those colors often. Green, gray, and yellow were colors she could associate with other things. The rug on the floor, the drapes covering the windows, or the suit he’d wear. Finally, she said, “I’ll pick the yellow one.” At least she hadn’t stared at the rug for hours on end.

  After he paid for the fabrics and the supplies she needed, the owner helped Al carry the crates out to his wagon. Sadie looked down at the baby in her arms. He rested his head on her shoulder and fell back to sleep. Still not used to holding a child, she gingerly patted his back. He was going to be her son. She wondered if Hazel was used to children, small or big. So far, she’d lucked out. Hazel hadn’t cooked, and given her wealth, she hadn’t sewed a lot either. But was she familiar with children? Well, she’d find out soon enough.

  Al returned to her and took Gilbert into his arms. “He likes you.”

  “How can you tell that?” she asked as they headed for the preacher’s house.

  “He fell asleep while you were holding him. He doesn’t do that unless he likes someone.” With a grin, he glanced her way. “I don’t want to be too forward, but I think that’s a sign we’re going to have a good marriage.”

  “Oh.” Unsure of how else to respond, she chuckled. He was teasing her, she knew, but he was also hinting at something he believed about Hazel. If she could imitate her well enough, then he was probably right. For sure, he wouldn’t have said the same thing about her as Sadie if he knew about her past.

  They spent the rest of the walk to the preacher’s in silence. At one point, she considered apologizing to him and leaving. But he needed a mother for the little boy and she needed a new start. Hazel wasn’t alive and no other woman was willing to come here. She wasn’t one who’d usually say fate was at play in her life, but in this situation, there was nothing else to explain it.

  She would marry him and spend the rest of her life being a good and faithful wife. She had a feeling he’d be an easy man to live with. Already he was kinder than any others she’d known. Far out in the Black Hills, no one would ever find out the truth. She could slip into the role of wife and mother, and the rest of her life would finally be one of peace.

  Chapter Two

  During the vows, Al couldn’t stop staring at the woman who’d come all the way out to this wilderness to be his wife. She was beautiful. Almost like a fine porcelain doll he’d only seen once in his life when he was a child. Her skin was smooth and white from lack of sunlight. Given her station in life up to now, she didn’t
have a need to go outside and work where she’d risk a sunburn. It was a shame that being out here would ruin her flawless skin. The summer days would get too hot for her to keep a hat on while she washed laundry outdoors in the stream behind the cabin. Or when she’d have to tend to the gardens or animals. Sooner or later, the sun would have its way with her.

  But she’d still have the rosiest lips he’d ever seen on a lady. Her mouth was slightly turned into a frown, but it was really adorable. When she smiled, the whole world seemed to light up around her. Her light blue eyes held a world of mystery in them. There was only so much she could reveal in letters, and since they’d only exchanged two, they had much more to learn about each other. He looked forward to discovering who she was and sharing with her who he was. From the moment he saw her step off the stagecoach, he knew she was meant for him, that they would carve out a life and a home to raise Gilbert and more children in.

  It was with great joy that he kissed her after the preacher pronounced them husband and wife. The simple ceremony wasn’t anything that she would have gotten back in Atlanta. Back there, she’d undoubtedly have a luxurious bridal gown, fine music and wine, an assortment of foods, and many guests to wish her a happy and long life.

  In fact, from this moment on, her life would be much different. She’d have to work hard and learn to cook and sew. It’d be a hard and difficult life for her. He could only guess what the transition would be like. She didn’t seem like the weak type of woman who couldn’t handle a challenge. If anything, she had the look of a survivor in her, one who could face any obstacle and find a way to overcome it. She’d need that ability out here if she was going to survive. But he’d do his part to make her as comfortable as possible.

  After they left the preacher’s house, she asked to hold Gilbert again so he obliged her.

  He pointed to the tall trees to the north of town. “My cabin is out that way. We’re about a half hour out, so you can walk to town if you need to.” Before she thought he wasn’t going to let her take the horse, he added, “But you’re welcome to ride in on a horse if you like. I don’t know if you’re familiar with riding horses. I mean, I know you mentioned that your father had them, but you never mentioned if you rode them or not. But then, we don’t have good riding areas in the forests around here. I don’t know if you’ll want to go to town by yourself or if you want me to come along.” Realizing he was rambling, he added, “Well, you’ll figure it all out now that you’re here. But if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. I want you to feel at home here.”