The Outlaw of Cedar Ridge. Lori Connelly
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Название: The Outlaw of Cedar Ridge
Автор: Lori Connelly
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Вестерны
isbn: 9780007544486
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Though pain tugged at him, Ben studied her, curious about the stranger who claimed to be his wife. Hair, a rich, deep golden brown, tumbled from a haphazard braid to fall about a pretty face with even features dominated by eyes an intriguing sky blue. With sun kissed golden skin and a strong yet gently curved body, she was exactly his type of woman.
“Is it? I feel weak as a kitten.”
“You’ve had a rough few days.” Her voice had a low husky quality. “Are you hurting?”
His head pounded, his whole body ached and any deep breath brought pure misery. “Oh yeah.”
“I can get you some-”
“Not now thank you … Evie … is that right?”
A flash of emotion disturbed her expression. “Yes.”
“And … Did you say you’re my wife?”
“I did.” Her flat, almost lifeless voice disturbed him.
A spasm of pain seized him, commanding attention. Sweat bathed his face. It took little time before it became tolerable but each second that ticked by worsened his mood. Everything felt out of his control.
Patience fled. Ben challenged the woman, skepticism clear in his testy tone. “How is that possible?”
“Standing before a minister and affirming vows before God and witnesses has that effect,” Evie snapped; her voice frost.
Her words hung in the air. Anger flashed in her eyes before they went flat. Ben didn’t know how to respond. Her certainty troubled him but what the doctor had suggested just couldn’t be right. It couldn’t be. Irritated, uncomfortable, he shifted.
“What are you doing?”
“I want up.”
Her lips pursed in disapproval but Evie helped him without protest. Tremors shot through his body, stealing his breath as he moved into a seated position. Lastly, she had Ben lean forward and stuffed a folded blanket behind him for support. He sagged back against the padding.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Stilted words reflected the awkwardness between them. Evie paused, studying him a moment. “Hungry?”
“A little.”
In minutes, she brought him some thin soup and water. He devoured the food then handed her back the empty bowl. Though now every breath spread splintering pain, he took a few sips from his cup, one hand pressed against his aching ribs. What little energy he had left started to fade. Even so, he was determined to address her claim.
“Do you have proof?”
“Yes.” Evie glared at Ben, her tone decidedly cool as she got out of the chair. She knelt down, reached underneath the bed and pulled out a small wooden box. From inside she took out a photograph, handing it to him. “Your wedding present to me.”
Ben stared at the black and white picture, worn from many handlings. The upper right corner had a long, narrow white line and along the bottom there were spots from water but the image was clear. “We made a handsome couple.”
“Satisfied?”
“Confused.” A note of impatience spiced his words as he continued to study the smiling people captured on paper. No memory of that day, place or her stirred in his mind. “We’re married.”
“Yes.”
“You’re my wife.”
Her hand came up. Fingers squeezed the bridge of her nose as she sucked in a deep breath. “Yes.”
“Sorry, I don’t mean to upset you.”
“It’s okay.”
“I doubt that.” His tone was full of wry amusement.
Her fleeting smile as she stood acknowledged that truth.
Unsure how he felt or what to do, Ben shifted his gaze from her to look around the room. “This cabin isn’t familiar to me.”
“Ben.” Evie paused. Tension radiated from her. “What’s the last thing you remember?”
His thoughts sluggish, it took Ben a few minutes before he answered. “Heading to town with Henry. Is that where we met, in Joplin?”
“No.” Her heart sank. Her brother met Ben when they worked in a Missouri mine, a year before their wedding. “That happened when Henry brought you home.”
He seized on that bit of information. “We’d talked about that.” A wrinkle formed between his brows. “We were sick of working underground, wanted to quit, head west. Then … he got news about his family in … Indiana and, I can’t remember why but we were going to go there first.” He tilted his head to one side. “You know Henry?”
“He’s my brother.”
His eyebrows drew together. “You’re Cookie?”
“That’s what he called me.” Her lips curved slightly, a ghost of a smile.
“Called? Did something happen to Henry?”
Evie shrugged a casual motion to cloak emotion. “I don’t know, haven’t seen him in years.”
“Went looking for gold?”
“Yeah, he left the day of our wedding.”
“That upset you?”
“I wasn’t thrilled.” She delivered the understatement in a dry tone. With their grandfather in poor health, she’d wanted Henry to stay at least for a while.
“So instead of going with him as I’d planned, I stayed in Indiana with you?”
Until Grandpa died. Evie winced, her head started to throb and she decided to keep it short. “For a time, then we moved west.”
“We’re in California?”
Evie shook her head. “Cedar Ridge, Idaho.”
“That’s not bad. You know, I always wanted to live out west and have adventures like those in dime novels.”
“I know.”
His expression tightened, he appeared troubled by the notion that she knew him well. “I need to lie down.”
“All right.”
Concerned by the weakness in his voice, Evie bent over him, helped him change position. She had Ben comfortably СКАЧАТЬ