by Merry Farmer
His Magical Bride
Merry Farmer
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
About the Author
Acknowledgments
HIS MAGICAL BRIDE
Copyright ©2017 by Merry Farmer
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Chapter 1
Haskell, Wyoming – 1877
Sheriff Trey Knighton had entertained some bad ideas in his day. Running away from the orphanage where he’d landed after cholera wiped out his family was one. Taking up with the Skunk Boys of Missouri was another. There were days when he felt like accepting the post of sheriff of Haskell, Wyoming was a bad idea too, but only when his jail cell was filled to bursting with men who’d drunk too much over at Sam’s saloon, The Silver Dollar.
On second thought, turning straight, coming clean, and taking the job in Haskell was the best decision he’d ever made, drunks harassing him on Saturday nights or not. But letting Howard Haskell twist his arm and convince him to send away for a mail-order bride? Definitely not one of his brighter ideas.
“I’m so excited,” Eden Chance told her friends, bouncing as much as her toddler, Winslow. At that moment, he and Wendy and Travis Montrose’s baby, Emanuel, were sitting in a buggy together, laughing and clapping over something that had the two little critters in hysterics.
“Lord knows how happy I am to have my friend Talia nearby again,” Wendy agreed.
“She always was such a sweet little thing,” Corva Haskell added, rocking a buggy of her own. Corva had two babies now, not just one, Howard Franklin Haskell and now a girl, Elizabeth, or Bitsy as people had started to call the poor thing.
Rounding out their group was Elspeth Strong, who hadn’t had any children of her own since coming out last year to marry Athos, the stationmaster. That hardly mattered, seeing as Athos already had eight of the little boogers. Five-year-old Thomas held Elspeth’s hand as he watched Winslow and Emanuel, giggling along with them.
Heck, Trey was surprised the ladies hadn’t decorated the train station with bunting and rosettes. They were treating the whole thing like a big party. True, all four of them had known his bride-to-be during their time at Hurst Home. Trey kicked the boards of the train platform and winced. He should probably take their involvement in welcoming Talia Lambert as an endorsement of her character. It should reassure him, help him to feel confident in his decision to be a husband. But land sakes, domesticity sure did make a man shake in his boots when he came face to face with it.
“No, no, Howard.” Corva jerked forward as her boy—nearly two now—stood in the buggy and tried to lean over the side.
“Down!” he declared, pointing at the ground.
“Don’t step on your sister,” Corva told him in turn. Bitsy let out an almighty wail, and kept screaming. Trey blanched.
“Let him run around a little,” Virginia Piedmont, baby Howard’s great-aunt, told Corva. “We’ll all keep an eye on him.”
“Well, if you think it’s safe,” Corva said, lifting the boy out of the buggy and setting him on his feet on the train platform.
“Of course, it’s safe.” Virginia dismissed her concerns with a wave.
To prove her wrong, little Howard tore straight for the tracks. Corva was too busy picking up and settling her girl to chase after Howard. Trey was closest, so he swept in and lifted the boy into the air before he could tumble off the platform and onto the tracks.
Of course, Trey didn’t know the first thing about how to hold a baby. He clamped the squirmy thing around his middle and held him at arm’s length. The boy kicked and screamed, whether in shock at being picked up by a stranger or in rage over being stopped on his way to certain death, Trey had no idea.
“Here, I’ll take him,” Virginia said.
“Please do.” Trey handed the boy over.
Little Howard continued to squirm in Virginia’s arms, but Virginia hardly blinked. She carried the boy to the back of the platform, set him down, and interested him in a pile of rocks right beside the stairs. The other two toddler boys sure as heck noticed their buddy’s freedom and began to fuss and wail to be let down too. Wendy and Eden were still chattering away in a tone of voice that rendered everything they said as incomprehensible background noise in Trey’s ears. They didn’t seem to miss a beat as they lifted their babies from the buggy and set them down on the platform.
The two toddlers proceeded to chase each other around the buggy, tripping a few times and occasionally hiding in their mothers’ skirts.
“I can’t wait to introduce Talia to Emma and Dean Meyers,” Eden said, managing to catch and steer her boy away from a nail sticking out of the platform without missing a beat in the conversation.
“Of course,” Wendy gasped. “With all her nursing experience, I’m sure Dr. Meyers could use Talia’s help in his clinic.”
“She might even be willing to travel out to the Indian camps with him,” Elspeth suggested.
“Can I go to the Indian camps, Mama?” Thomas asked her.
Elspeth laughed and ruffled his hair. “No, dear.”
“Why not?” Thomas frowned.
“It’s far too dangerous for a little boy.”
“I’m not little, I’m five now.” Thomas stomped his foot.
“But it’s still too dangerous.”
“But I’m brave.”
“And young.”
“It’s not fair,” Thomas shouted.
Trey flinched. Yep, this was definitely a terrible, terrible idea. Why hadn’t he considered it all before? A bride meant a wife, and a wife meant a family. And the only thing more terrifying than having a family, in his experience, was losing one.
A chuckle at Trey’s side drew his attention away from the whirlwind of children. “That right there is why I’ve avoided this whole mail-order bride craze,” Sam Standish, one of Tre
y’s closest friends, said.
The women weren’t the only ones who had come to meet Talia Lambert at the station. Trey’s friends had come to show their support too, although he didn’t know how supportive it was for Sam and George Pickering to stand there snickering behind their hands.
“Come on,” George argued. “It’s a wonderful thing for a man to have a family.”
“Says the man who only just got married,” Sam argued.
“That only means I’m a new convert to the beauty and wonder of marriage,” George said.
“Yeah, see if you’re still saying that in six months when your baby gets here,” Sam tossed back.
George shrugged. “I welcome my and Holly’s child. Because I, for one, am ready for the challenge of fatherhood.”
Trey swallowed. “Well, I’m not,” he muttered. “Why did I ever let myself get talked into this?”
His friends stared at him in surprise.
“You can’t be having second thoughts now,” George said.
“Second thoughts?” Virginia straightened from where she was playing with Howard at the other end of the platform. “Don’t you tell me you’re having second thoughts about sending for a wife, Trey Knighton.”
“How on earth did she hear me all the way over there?” Trey murmured, even quieter.
“Women are like that,” Sam said with a snigger. “You say something they don’t like and they’ll hear it from two territories away.”
Sam was right. All five of the women on the other side of the platform glared at him as though he’d declared he was done with not only their friend Talia, but the entire female of the species.
“So help me God, Sheriff Knighton,” Eden launched into him. “If you turn Talia away when she gets off that train, I will personally make sure whoever does your laundry washes your sheets with nettles from here on out.”
“How could you even think of not marrying her?” Wendy questioned, hands on her hips. Her stance only emphasized the bump of her and Travis’s next baby, which didn’t help the argument, in Trey’s eyes, at all.
Elspeth only shook her head, and Corva was too busy settling her wailing infant to add to the admonishment.
Trey held up his hands. “I’m not backing out of anything,” he said, though a large part of him wished he could.
“Good,” Eden, Wendy, and Elspeth answered at the same time.
“He couldn’t back out of it if he wanted to,” Virginia added. “Talia’s already on her way, and Trey knows as well as anyone what kind of life you girls from Hurst Home have known. He wouldn’t be snake enough to turn away a woman who has already had a hard time of it.”
The others nodded. Guilt gnawed at Trey’s gut. They were right, of course. He wasn’t low enough to send any woman back to an unfortunate life. But that didn’t mean he had to dive into marriage whole hog once Miss Lambert got there. Men and women had all sorts of marriages, ones that ended up with a parcel of kids and ones that involved separate rooms and separate lives.
“You would never catch me sending away for a bride,” Sam said.
At last, something Trey could latch onto that wouldn’t end with him getting in trouble. He turned to Sam. “You would too, and you know it.”
“Nuh-uh,” Sam protested. “I run a saloon. That’s no place for a good woman.”
“He never said you would marry a ‘good’ woman,” George chortled.
Sam sent a mock frown George’s way. “You sayin’ I should get hitched to one of Bonnie’s girls?”
George lost his smirk. Any mention of Bonnie’s girls inevitably touched a nerve with him, seeing as he and Bonnie were friends from way back. He’d unknowingly given Bonnie the money she’d used to start her cat-house too, although Trey knew as well as anyone in town—probably better—how Bonnie used her place to rescue the unrescuable, educate them, and send them on to new and better lives.
“Sam—” Trey thumped a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “—the day will come when you’ll find yourself wanting the comforts of a wife.”
Sam raised a brow. “What, like you do?”
Trey let his hand drop to his side. Sam had a point.
“Where is that train?” Virginia asked with a burst of frustration.
“Yes, where is the train?” Eden echoed. “It should have been here half an hour ago.”
“Trains are often late,” George said.
“Not this one.” Elspeth pressed her lips together, glancing toward the station house. “Come on, Thomas. Let’s go ask your papa if he knows why the train is late.” She marched across the platform and into the station.
The children continued to carry on and play, giving Trey an even deeper sense that he was crazy to take on a wife. The sky above was sunny and bright. A breeze blew through the meadow across the tracks, where the sounds of construction filled the air as Bonnie’s husband, Rupert Cole, and his partner, Skip King, worked on about five new buildings at once. It was a pretty, spring day in Haskell, so no one seemed to mind waiting for an errant train.
They only had to wait a few minutes to find out where the train was. Elspeth and Athos both stepped out of the station. Athos sighed and spread his hands wide. “The train’s not coming,” he said.
The women made sounds of surprise and indignation.
“Not coming?” Virginia asked.
Athos shrugged. “Apparently it was held up in Rawlins.”
“Held up?” Eden glared as if it were a personal affront. “What for?”
“There’s an epidemic of influenza in Rawlins and farther east,” Elspeth explained. “They decided to hold up the trains until they get a handle on where it came from and how to stop it.”
The women made more sounds, this time of contemplation and possible agreement.
“I guess that’s best,” Virginia said. “But what about Miss Lambert?”
“She’s still on her way, apparently,” Athos said. “The telegram about holding up the train also said that a few of the passengers had found alternative means of reaching Haskell.”
“Alternative means?” Trey arched a brow.
“The train isn’t the only way to get here,” George said with a shrug. “She could be coming on horseback, in a wagon, on a stagecoach.”
“Of course.” Wendy relaxed into a smile. She bent over to scoop her boy into her arms. “I guess there’s nothing left to do, then, but to go for that lunch we’d all planned on having with Talia.”
“Yes, lunch sounds like a fabulous idea,” Eden agreed. The way she placed her hand on her stomach made Trey wonder if she was eating for two again.
“All right.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I mean, we do have that reservation at Gunn’s restaurant.”
“It’s settled then.” George clapped Trey on the back. “We’ll have lunch at the hotel and keep our eyes peeled for any stagecoaches, wagons, or stray horses carrying brides into town.” There was more than a hint of teasing in his eyes.
Trey fixed him with a stern frown. As far as he was concerned, nothing about this situation was something to joke about. He had a bride out there, lost somewhere—a bride he wasn’t sure he was ready for.
Talia Lambert jolted out of the hazy, half-sleep she’d fallen into as the wagon hit a rut. Not only did the bump rattle her awake, it felt as though it would shake her bones to dust.
“Is everything all right, Mr. Montgomery?” she asked from the crowded wagon bed.
“Yeah, yeah,” old Steve Montgomery, the peddler she’d hitched a ride with, mumbled.
Talia craned her neck to get a look at his face. He’d been looking rather pale since they passed through Everland earlier in the day. She didn’t have much time to think about it, though. The wagon bumped into another rut, and Talia’s backside slammed against the bundle of brooms she was sitting on. She gasped and shifted to find a more comfortable position, but it wasn’t easy considering how full of merchandise the wagon was.
Hitching a ride with Mr. Montgomery in Rawlins was the be
st option she’d had available when the porter announced that the train wouldn’t be continuing west. A part of her felt guilty for rushing out of town when so many people who had been stricken with influenza could have used her nursing skills. But she had been looking forward to being matched with a good man in Haskell for so long, and she missed her friends from Hurst Home so desperately, that she would do anything to reach her final destination as quickly as possible. And if that meant being bundled into the back of a wagon packed with housewares, farming equipment, coils of rope, oil lamps, fire irons, and, yes, the brooms she was sitting on, then she was willing to do it.
But her backside would never be the same.
“Is that Haskell?” She perked up at the first sight of a cluster of buildings on the horizon. They were still too far off to make out any distinct features of the town, but they’d been following the train tracks, and had passed by enough ranches for her to guess where they were.
“Yep,” Mr. Montgomery replied.
Talia would have loved more conversation on the topic, but if there were one thing she’d learned about her chauffeur in the last day that they’d been traveling, it was that he wasn’t much for words. She had to content herself with sitting up straighter and holding a hand to her forehead to block the sun as the town drew closer.
It was a relief when they finally reached the first buildings at the edge of town and rolled on toward the train station. Several houses were built along the approach into Haskell, and as it was a beautiful day, more than a few of the town’s residents were out enjoying the weather. And more than a few of them stood on their porches to stare at Mr. Montgomery’s wagon. A few even came down off their porches to follow the wagon to the train station.
“Why, Steve Montgomery. We didn’t expect to see you back here so soon,” one of the older women said as they pulled to a stop at the station. She and two of her friends climbed up onto the station platform to look down into the wagon’s bed.