Pony Express Christmas Bride. Rhonda Gibson

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       Chapter Three

      The next day, after taking care of the morning chores, Thomas made his way through the falling snow across the back pasture to Hazel’s farm and knocked on her door.

      The whole way over he’d prayed Josephine had changed her mind about getting married. Maybe Hazel had talked some sense into her. After all, would marrying him really keep her uncle at bay?

      “Good morning, Tom. What brings you out in this weather?” Hazel asked, stepping to the side to let him in.

      He took his hat off. “I just wanted to make sure you two were all right.”

      She shut the door. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

      Thomas shrugged, then followed her to the warm kitchen. Josephine sat at the table cradling a coffee cup in her hands. Red curls framed her face; they looked damp, as if she’d just washed her hair. Wide brown eyes met his and he saw weariness in their depths. Or maybe it was just acceptance of the situation she found herself in.

      “Sit down. I’ll make you a cup of coffee,” Hazel said. She walked to the stove. “Would you like a warm biscuit with butter and honey?”

      He grinned in her direction. “I’d love one. You make the best biscuits around.” Thomas pulled out a chair and sat.

      In a soft voice Josephine asked, “Did you come to tell me you’ve changed your mind?” She stared into the cup instead of looking at him.

      This was his chance. He could say yes and she’d probably understand, but something in the way she sat and looked into the coffee stopped him. It was as if she expected him to back out. She tucked a curl behind her ear.

      If nothing else, Thomas Young was a man of his word. He straightened his shoulders and answered, “No, I just wanted to come by and see if Hazel would like for me to milk the cow this morning. It’s pretty cold out there.” He took the plate Hazel handed him.

      Hazel pulled on her work boots and grabbed her coat off the hook by the kitchen door. “Thanks, Tom, but I think I’ll run out and milk her. You kids probably have stuff to talk about.” Hazel hurried out the door, not giving him time to protest.

      Silence hung in the air between them. Thomas wasn’t sure what to say. He breathed a silent prayer for the right words. After he’d finished his biscuit, he asked, “What did Philip write to you about me?”

      Josephine rocked the cup back and forth in her hands. “Not much. Just that you lived in an isolated place, but that we could meet in Dove Creek and we’d get married there.”

      He picked up his own cup. “Well, before we get married, we should get to know one another.” Thomas set the cup down. “I’ll start. I was raised in an orphanage not far from here. My parents or someone dropped me off on the doorstep as an infant. I have no idea who my parents were or why they abandoned me like an old, torn-up shoe.” He heard the bitterness in his voice and pressed on. “When I was twelve, Rebecca and John Young came to adopt a boy. Philip and I had grown very close. They picked Philip, but he refused to go with them unless they took me, too.”

      Once more he stopped. Philip was his best friend, but that didn’t excuse what he’d done this time. “I know Philip did a stupid thing by luring you here, but he’s my brother and cares about me.” At her doubtful glance, he pressed on. “Anyway, Rebecca talked John into taking us both and they became the only parents I’ve ever known. Not only did they adopt Philip and me, but five other boys, and they had a little girl, Joy, so I have a big family.” He paused to see her reaction.

      She sat with her chin resting on her hands. “How did you end up out here in the middle of nowhere?” The softness of her voice and the way her eyes searched his sent a warm feeling through him.

      He grinned. “Before he died, John had talked to his friend who worked for the Pony Express and they’d decided that the Young farm would be a Pony Express home station and that we boys, all six of us, would be riders. Ben is the baby boy and too young to ride.” Thomas still missed his adoptive father. “After John died, Rebecca married Seth Armstrong, and Philip and I learned that the relay station manager here quit, so we took over for him. We both still ride for the Pony Express, too.”

      “How did you meet Hazel?” Josephine asked. Her brown eyes bored into his, and for a moment Thomas had the strange thought that he could lose himself in them if given the chance.

      He cleared his throat. “She came over the first day we arrived. Introduced herself as our neighbor and has been a friend ever since.” Thomas grinned.

      Josephine sipped at her coffee and nodded. “She’s treated me with nothing but kindness, also.” She traced the wood grain on the table, then looked back up. “I suppose it’s my turn now.”

      Thomas tipped his own cup and drank the lukewarm coffee, glad for the liquid that washed through his overly dry mouth. He waited as she scrunched up her face and gathered her thoughts.

      “My mother died when I was fourteen years old. My papa loved her dearly, and when she died, my uncle said Papa couldn’t stand to look at me because I look just like her. About four years later, Papa left me in my uncle’s care and never came back.”

      She looked up at Thomas, and tears filled her brown gaze. “Uncle continued to take care of me, made sure I kept up my studies and that I was raised as a true lady, but last year Uncle started gambling.” She swallowed hard. Thomas noticed that she put her hands under the table. “Things in the house started disappearing—paintings, rugs, the good silver and china. At first he accused the hired help of stealing them. Then he fired them all using the excuse that they were thieves, but the truth was he could no longer afford to pay them. Then he blamed me. Out of money and ways to acquire enough money to pay his debts, Uncle noticed Mr. Grossman’s interest in me.”

      Thomas felt the need to gather her into his arms and protect her from the life she described. “You don’t have to continue, Josephine.”

      She nodded. “But I do. I want you to understand why I need you СКАЧАТЬ