Western Spring Weddings. Lynna Banning

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       Chapter One

      April, 1873

      “Hey, mister! Mister? Are you awake?”

      Something lifted the battered wide-brimmed hat Gray had pulled over his face. “Who wants to know?” he grumbled.

      “Me!”

      He opened one eye. “Yeah? Who’s ‘me’?”

      “Me! Emily!”

      Gray stared into a pair of wide blue eyes framed by a mop of bright red curls. A kid. A female kid, by the look of her ruffled blue plaid dress.

      “Are you sleeping?” a high-pitched voice chirped.

      “He— Heck, yeah. At least I was tryin’ my da—darndest.”

      “Are you hungry? My mama’s gone to get something to eat.”

      “Gone where?” He surveyed the other seats in the stifling passenger car. Three silver-haired ladies with big hats, two ranchers he thought he recognized and a preacher in a shiny black suit and stiff collar.

      “Gone with the conductor man. To get a sandwich for me. I hope it’s not chicken. I hate chicken!”

      Gray stretched his legs across the aisle space. “What’s wrong with chicken?”

      A frown wrinkled the girl’s forehead. “A chicken pecked me once. It hurt.”

      “Yep, a chicken’ll do that sometimes.” He resettled his hat over his face and closed his eyes.

      “Mister? СКАЧАТЬ