Название: Accidental Family
Автор: Lisa Bingham
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Вестерны
isbn: 9781474082532
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All my best to you,
Lisa
To my grandparents, whose “storybooks” were tales from their vast genealogical records. The histories of all those family members still provide a font of inspiration to tickle my imagination.
Contents
January 13, 1874
Utah Territory
Charles Wanlass waited until the sound of feminine laughter had dissipated into the darkness before stepping into the cold. He paused to ensure that the side door to the Meeting House had snapped into place. Then he hurried toward the miners’ row houses and his own quarters, the very last building on the left.
From somewhere deep in the woods, he heard a woman’s voice call out.
“Willow? Willow, where are you?”
The cry was soon followed by a burst of laughter. Snatches of singing.
Charles couldn’t help smiling. Normally, he and the other men in the Batchwell Bottoms mining community hated January. The merrymaking of Christmas was over, the wind had grown especially bitter and the nights were long and dark. With nothing to break the monotony but work, the days seem endless.
This year, however, the occupants of the little community nicknamed “Bachelor Bottoms” were more than happy to put off spring for as long as possible. Less than a month ago, a freak avalanche had closed off the pass, marooning a trainload of women in the valley.
And none of the miners looked forward to that moment when they would go.
“Willow?”
The cry was fainter this time, the giggling more disjointed.
Charles wondered what could have happened to separate Willow Granger from the rest of the group. She was a shy little thing, so tiny she could fit under his chin. Sober and wide-eyed. He couldn’t imagine what could have caused her to escape the Pinkerton guards who had been tasked with keeping the women away from the miners.
As he stepped inside and threw his hat onto a nearby table, he became aware of several things at once: footsteps running through the snow, a commotion of male voices, shouts from the center of town and cooing.
Or the soft mewling of a cat. Or...
A baby?
In that instant, he became aware of a basket on the floor in front of him. It was heaped СКАЧАТЬ