by Rita Hestand
An Unescorted Lady
(Book Eighteen of the Brides of the West Series)
Rita Hestand
Copyright ©2019 Rita Hestand
All rights reserved
ISBN # 9780463675557
Cover by Sheri McGathy
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An Unescorted Lady is a work of fiction. Though some of the cities and towns exist they are used in a fictitious manner for purposes of this work. All characters are works of fiction and any names or characteristics like any person past, present or future are coincidental.
Table of Contents
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
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
About the Author
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Ft. Worth, Texas 1882
Chapter One
"You travelin' far hon?" the old woman stared at her across the aisle of the train, twisting her handkerchief in her lace gloved hands. The woman wore a dark navy dress with white lace trim around the squared neckline, and a matching hat, with a feather in it. She had a very sweet round face, and her accent was quite southern.
"To Ft. Worth, yes." Trudy O'Toole glanced at the woman and her quick smile. With a graceful toss of her long, dark hair, she eyed the woman with precision.
"Sounds exciting. I'm going to have to visit Texas one day, I'm afraid I've only stopped here in Sherman a time or two and never long enough to enjoy looking around." The woman continued to watch her, her glance sliding slowly over Trudy's beautiful blue laced dress and down to her shoes. "Pardon me for staring, but that dress is so lovely, you look as though you are getting married or something."
Trudy looked at her dress, fingering the softness of it. "I guess it is a little much, isn't it? It's just I wanted to make a proper impression on my new boss."
"You're going to work?" the lady seemed interested, and amused.
"Yes, I'm going to be a cook." She answered with her confidence soaring momentarily.
"A cook, well goodness, you'll certainly make an impression in that dress, I can tell you. Cooks don't usually dress that well, at least not out here. Where you from honey?"
"St. Louis." The lady smiled at her. "It's too much isn't it?" Trudy suddenly frowned and let a soft sigh escape her lips. "I was afraid of that. It's just I didn't want to go looking like some poor orphan." She seemed suddenly bent on telling this woman everything. She had a sinking sensation she'd done everything wrong.
Seeing the frustration on Trudy's face, the old woman rushed to say, "Oh now honey, don't get me wrong, it's lovely as can be. But in that, someone liable to snatch you up to marry." She chuckled.
"I saw it in a window in St. Louis and I thought it so beautiful. I'm going to work for a rather affluent rancher. Tell me truthfully, am I way over-dressed?"
The woman stared with a twinkle in her eyes, "Is he a bachelor?"
"Oh, I have no idea. All I did was apply by mail for the job, listing my abilities of course." She told her.
"And he hired you on the spot?" the woman turned her head in question.
"Yes… by mail of course."
"Did you happen to send him your picture?" she asked with instant curiosity.
"N-no, of course not. I just sent him an acceptance letter, is all." She told her.
"My such formality, you must come from a fine family."
Trudy inwardly grimaced, remembering how she'd come to apply for the job. It was the Mayor's daughter that told her how to apply for work by mail and the manners she must use in doing so. Trudy followed her advice to the letter.
And she was thrilled when she received a letter back saying she had the job.
The old woman smiled brightly now, her twinkling blue eyes shining at Trudy, "Well, he certainly won't be disappointed in you."
Minutes later the woman departed but she went to touch her arm, "Good luck, honey. And knock 'em dead!" The woman shook with enthusiasm and a beaming smile.
Trudy watched the older woman walk out of the passenger car and an elder man greeted her at the station.
She watched the woman kiss the man and her heart swelled. "And to you too!" Trudy murmured.
Still, she fumbled with the lace on her sleeve.
I'm overdressed, I knew it! She's right, but what can I do? My other clothes are so dull and plain. And on top of that, I'm so hot in this dress! What happened to the air?
In St. Louis, the weather was still mild and breezy, needing a shawl to keep warm. But the weather was quickly changing the further west they rode. It was stuffy in the passenger car and one man leaned to open a window. It did little good though as the air didn't seem to move, outside or in.
When she arrived at the Ft. Worth station, Trudy got her two bags, and headed out of the car. She wondered who would pick her up or if she'd have to rent a buggy to get to the ranch. Then it dawned on her that she was a week early, so she'd have to find her own transportation as he wouldn't be expecting her yet. Foolishly she hadn't asked for directions in her response, and her new boss hadn't said anything about it. But he had mentioned that the Rogers ranch was fifty miles west of Ft. Worth.
She supposed she'd figure that out for herself. It would be a long hot buggy ride, she was sure. She only hoped she had enough money left for a buggy ride. She wouldn't contemplate any problems. Her nerves were at a breaking point already.
Most of the car emptied before she got down the platform steps. She was shaking so bad her legs nearly collapsed. She didn't know if it was the weather or just being nervous about this job, but she didn't feel too well.
As she came out on the car's platform she looked out at the magnificent sky. A new place and a new beginning! Oh Pa, don't leave me now, I need your guidance!
Her father had only been dead a week and her only consolation was talking to him as though he were still there with her.
But no sooner had she stepped off the train than a handsome man in a dark suit, with a big cowboy hat grabbed her by the elbow, whirled her into his arms and kissed her like there was no tomorrow. Stunned she reeled from the impact of his amorous kiss.
It wasn't a vague smack on the lips, this was a get down kind of kiss, the kind of kiss that curls a girls toes, and makes her dream of a future.
Agape, she waited for his explanation. After all it wasn't nice to slap someone you didn't know. Perhaps he just made a mistake. And if she were honest, that was the nicest kiss she'd ever had.
"I'm sorry, but we'll be late for our wedding. That dress is beautiful. And your picture didn't do you justice. I thought you'd never get here."
He kept babbling, and she was so stunned from the kiss she couldn't stop him when he grabbed her elbow and practically drug her away.
"Wait, I think there's been a mistake—" she began, but he wasn't listening. He kept talking all the way to the church.
"Don't you worry, the church is all set up for us."
She barely had time to see the congregation standi
ng and eyeing her closely as he pulled her beside him with a big smile on his face and waving to his friends. She barely registered the wedding march being played on some organ. Her quick glance around the inside of the church, she saw beautiful roses attached to the end of each pew. She saw and arch of roses near the preacher. Before she knew what hit her, she was standing under the arch and in front of the preacher. The man at her arm was smiling and saying, "I do". It was too late, he nudged her with his elbow softly. "Just repeat after me," he said with a soft sexy smile.
She hesitated, and he nodded and smiled. The preacher seemed to lean toward her to hear her. The congregation hushed for her answer. Everyone was waiting. This was a mistake, wasn't it? Suddenly the silence rang like a gong, the preacher looked distorted, and the man at her side smiled sexily at her.
She glanced at the congregation quickly and they all looked with anticipation.
The man at her side, urged her onward.
Time stood still, she opened her mouth to say something but obviously, it was the wrong thing as the man was smiling brightly at her.
How was she ever going to be able to explain this. She slowly muttered the words. "I do!"
Where had her mind gone? Why had she repeated the words! Because I'm used to taking orders, that's why!
Embarrassment flooded her.
Oh God, Pa, what have I done!
It was either that or she'd have to face the entire church and explain, embarrassing the man she just married.
Just married! Surely, I didn't agree to this! Did I?
He stared then the preacher pronounced them husband and wife.
It was so hot in the room. She felt dizzy.
Oh God, what was wrong with her. Had she really married this man? Had she really repeated his words. Why hadn't she thrown a fit, made a scene, something, instead of meekly repeating the words that made them man and wife?
How could she tell him he'd made a huge mistake, she wasn't his bride to be! The people crowded around them as they began making it back down the aisle.
She'd done it now! All hell was about to break loose, the minute she opened her mouth. But in her defense with a church full of onlookers, and such a handsome man at her side, prodding her onward how could she stop the obvious wedding. And the way he kissed her, had her more than a little rattled. When he released her, his eyes were shining into hers.
Then it dawned on her that she'd said, 'I do', she'd really said it, and the people crowded around to congratulate them, none of which she knew, and suddenly the room spun, and she fainted against him.
It was a welcome void!
She was lying on some kind of bed when she woke up and he was sitting by her side. This handsome as sin, man sat holding her hand, and smiling at her as she came to. "You fainted, I guess I rushed you too much. I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm kind of new at the husband thing, but I'll get the hang of it soon."
She licked her lips, when it dawned on her what had happened. What could she say, she was married?
May the Saints slap her dead, she was married!
The man sitting by her side now was terribly handsome, with black hair that was full and thick and warm brown eyes, and a smile as big as Texas on his lips. She was instantly attracted. Who wouldn't be, he looked like one of those finely dressed manikins in the store windows?
But my God, I've lost my mind! Wake up girl, this isn't a fairytale, you are married to this handsome brute!
The man had more than his fair share of good looks, and as he stared down into her face, she saw concern. It began to sink in now, and pure terror had her standing and backing up. She had just married this man and she didn't even know his name.
"I guess you are anxious to get home now, aren't you?"
"Yes, I guess I am." She murmured dully.
"Well, we aren't going home yet. I've got us the best suite in the best hotel here in town. We'll have a wonderful dinner, and tomorrow we'll go to the rodeo and there will be a parade in town, and I'll show you the best of Ft. Worth, I promise. You've come a long way, and I want you to like your new home, in Texas."
She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. She didn't know how to correct this, and every moment she was silent seemed to intensify the situation. She had to tell him he'd made a mistake, but how?
Well hell's bells girl, say something!
But what could she say? How could she explain her own actions? Or inaction? This was a mess and one she wasn't sure she could get out of. But this man had her in a tizzy. He took control of her, and that usually wasn't an easy feat for any man.
It was just too embarrassing to believe. She didn't want to lose a job she had counted on having, but she was going to have to tell this man just how big a mistake this was and send him on his way. She had a ranch to get to, work to get to. She couldn't allow herself to indulge in this fantasy.
"You're very quiet. I expected you to be a little shy, from your letters and all. But you'll warm up to me."
"I hate to tell you this, but there's been a huge mistake." She began.
"Aw, now, I know this is sudden, and I kind of took you by storm at the station, but the church was waiting. Your train was late, and I was beginning to panic. For a while there I thought maybe you'd changed your mind. I sure am glad you didn't. I know I rushed you inside the church but honey, the entire church had waited an hour on your train. And it was you that insisted we had to get married before we went to the ranch. Everything was waiting on us and I had to rush you. I hope you understand."
She started to tell him, but someone knocked on the door.
She didn't need interruptions, she needed to get out of here!
A man stood at the door, well dressed and young, "The preacher wants to lockup now, Mr. Rogers. I took both your bags over to the hotel, and everything is set. Is she alright now?"
"Yes, she just fainted. Thanks, Martin, for taking care of it for us. Martin, this is Priscilla!"
"Very pleased to finally meet you, ma'am." The young man said. "See ya later Lance."
Lance Rogers?
Her mind went into thinking gear once more.
Her employer!
Her heart stopped.
Oh, no! Could it get any worse? This man was her new boss! How could that be? Not only had she married a man she didn't know, she married her boss! Now she'd done it, she'd be fired before the day was over! What a mess. She had no money for a round trip. She was flat broke after buying this stupid dress.
She looked down at herself. No wonder, it does look like a wedding dress!
He turned around and smiled. "I can't get over how beautiful you are. You take my breath away. That picture you sent certainly doesn't do you justice."
"Mr. Rogers," she began.
"Honey, we're married, you can call me Lance, now."
Her face turned almost red, her face contorting. "Lance, I think we need to talk."
"It's too late to back out now, we're married. Maybe it's a good thing I did rush you, as you are so shy." He grinned.
But just as she was about to tell him what a mistake he made, the preacher came in and she and Lance were whisked out of the room.
Lance gave the preacher something and was telling him how much he appreciated whoever decorated the church. Things a bride should be thanking him for. This was so wrong, but when would he stop talking long enough for her to explain? And there were so many interruptions.
Face it, you’re a coward! Trudy O'Toole, you are afraid to tell him. Because the minute you tell him, you'll be fired, and he'll be mad! And all hell might break loose.
In Missouri, where she came from, they didn't do things this way. Not even in New York where she was born.
How could she have gotten herself into such a mess. And how could he have mistaken her for his fiancée? Didn't he know what she looked like?
She looked down at the lace dress, oh dear God, it was the dress.
This dress had caused it all! Why had she bought it? What possessed her to wear it? It looked v
ery much like a wedding dress. At the time, it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Why had she been such a fool to buy it? She'd spent most of the money she had for it. She only had enough money to buy her modest meals until reaching her destination. Now she was broke, married, and scared she'd lost her job. Still, she had only the right intentions. She wanted to present herself in a gracious manor. A little too gracious.
And there was a plausible reason for that too. All her life she'd worn rags, as her family was dirt poor. She had two dresses to her name, one was a riding shirt and vest, with a skirt and the other was a plain cotton dress. Which would impress no one. Now she had a chance to look and act like a real lady and she'd picked a dress that was unreasonable. Totally unreasonable. She saw things clearly now, why had it taken her so long? Why had she given into this dress? How could she have been so stupid? Still it had caught her eye, and for the life of her she couldn't squash the impulse to buy it. She'd needed such a lift after her father died. She'd become way too impulsive. She'd done without so long and that dress begged her attention.
Oh Pa, why did you go and die on me? Why did I have to have this dress?
Her father had died only a weeks ago, and she'd been in a hurry to find employment, as she couldn't pay the rent any longer. Her father being a drunk, he'd squandered his money most of his life. Trudy suddenly had to take care of herself. She needed some confidence, so she bought the dress thinking she'd make a good impression.
Well, she had, too good!
Would she have to go back to scrubbing floors? Her heart sank. How could she hold her head up and go back to that again? Her head began to pound. Her mouth wasn't working either or she'd have already blurted out the mistake.
But how could he mistake her for his beloved sweetheart? It made no sense!
They were sitting in a restaurant an hour later having one of the best meals she'd ever had in her life, steak, shrimp, baked potatoes, fresh greens and homemade rolls. He opened a bottle of champagne and poured her a glass.
She tried to refuse it, but he insisted. She'd tell him after the meal, at least she'd wouldn't go hungry. She'd spent everything but the last two dollars of her money, and she'd done that by skimping on meals. Maybe that's why she fainted. Her head was still spinning.