A Marshal for Imogen: Mail order brides of the West (Marshals of Silverwood Book 1) by Penny Kate

Author:Penny Kate [Kate, Penny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Alternate Universe - 19th Century, Alternate Universe - US, Mail Order Bride, Pride and Prejudice & Related Fandoms, Westerns
Goodreads: 201813017
Published: 2024-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

The men discussed the town politics and Imogen only half listened. She was truly tired after practicing all afternoon and she mused at the ways she could pack more weapons on her person. She only had one dress with a pocket, and she’d have to remedy that.

Ambrose’s dogs were sitting head in her lap asking for scratches so she was giving each one love then the other would whine and she’d try to keep up. Anything was better than looking in Ambrose’s direction. Something in his demeanor said his anger from before had not completely dissipated.

She realized her husband was speaking to her.

“They’ve got more problems than they know what to do with in this town. Mind yourself when you go.”

“When I go?” she asked, her face lighting up.

She’d figured the town was off limits until that moment.

“Yes,” he said staring at her. “As long as you bring Kit.”

“Sure thing,” Kit said.

Just like that a man could forgive another man. Women were not quite so easily assuaged, and she pocketed that thought for later. “I’ll go tomorrow then. Is there a dress shop or anything? I’ve only got two dresses and.. oh, I’ve brought no money…” she bit her nail.

“I’ll leave ample in the change box for you both. See that Kit has what he needs as well. He’s being paid, but I’ll give him an allowance for the bunk house. Maybe you can decorate it nice for him, Imogen.”

“Oh, can I!” She replied with a fake girlish drawl.

Ambrose stared at her. She stared back, chin up.

Kit took it as his sign to leave. He cleared their plates and fled through the door in a hurry.

Ambrose kept her gaze, his darkening by the ticks on the clock.

Imogen felt a fire run up through her that burned hot and fast. “Oh,” she said to the nearest dog in her imitation drawl. “Now he wants to talk to me. I’m a real person after all. He’s been ignoring me all day as if I were a statue and now---”

He cut her off but dropping his fork with a clatter, standing to stalk around the table.

Imogen was ready for this fight a second ago, but all bravery fled when she saw that he too was full of fire. Something akin to determined was stamped across his features.

She jumped up at the last minute, her nerve gone, and she moved around the table the opposite way. They tried one way then another.

“What are you doing? she demanded, breathing far too hard.

“I could ask you the same.”

“What on earth do you mean?”

He pointed at the door. “I told the man not to lay hands on you, but I never thought I’d have to reprimand my wife for---"

“Reprimand!” Her fists were at her side and her arms were straight as rods.

“Yes. Reprimand my own wife for fast behavior with an upstart.” He smoothly swooped around the edge before she could run, cutting her off.

He cornered her and she backed up, nearly upending a chair.

“Ambrose,” she said hating how shrill her voice sounded.

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