Cinch Your Saddle (The Widow Wagon Book 3) by Megan Michaels

Author:Megan Michaels [Michaels, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Western BDSM Erotic Romance
Publisher: Megan Michaels
Published: 2015-09-07T04:00:00+00:00

Angus held Clara’s hand, much to her chagrin. She still wasn’t fully comfortable with being openly affectionate toward him. She’d need to work on that. He liked to hold and touch his woman — often — and she would have no choice but to get used to it.

They walked down the wooden sidewalk that ran along the storefronts of the trading post, saying hello and thanking the passersby for their well wishes. The people of the town were friendly and open, and Angus found himself thinking that it wouldn’t be a bad place to start a family. But he had a home in Missouri. He wondered where Clara might want to settle. He’d been to the Oregon Territory many times, and liked it. Perhaps she would decide that the beautiful mountains out West would make a great home.

Just as they neared the mercantile, Margie came rushing down the steps with, dragging Rose behind her. “You just wait until I tell your Ma — and your new pa — what you’ve done. What were you thinking, Rose? What?”

Letting go of his hand, Clara rushed forward, Angus fast on her heels. “What’s going on, Margie?” She scowled at Rose, then looking at Nelly with a questioning glare. “Did one of them do something wrong?”

“Oh, I was just going to find you two.” Margie let go of Rose’s hand and the little girl ran to her mother, burying her face in her skirts. “Yes. Rose here stole some marbles. I was looking at some ribbons and bonnets, when Nelly came up to me saying Rose took a red marble as well as a couple others.”

Angus couldn’t believe his ears. The girls had been so well behaved up until now. Rose disappointed him, but children did things like this — and they didn’t learn until situations like this arose.

Clara pulled Rose out of the tangle of her skirts, tilting her chin up. “You did what? You know to not take things that aren’t yours. What were you thinking, Rose?”

The tears tracked down her cheeks, leaving glistening trails. “I don’t know. The marble was so big and pretty, and we don’t have a red one like that. And I knew I didn’t have no money to buy it. I’m sorry.” Her little lip quivered and she broke into quiet sobs.

Angus knew that this would be part of his new role — husband and father. He stepped forward. “I’ll handle this, Clara.”

“No! This is my daughter. I’ll handle it.” She grabbed Rose’s arm, ready to walk away with her.

“I said I’ll handle it. I think it will be best if you wait until we’ve had a little talk.” He extricated Rose’s arm from Clara’s clutches, his wife shooting him a glare that he swore had sparks flying from it. “Girl, I suggest you listen to me on this.”

“I’m not sure I want to listen. You’ve only been a father for twenty-four hours, I know what’s best for my children. I don’t reckon I like you coming in and taking over like this.

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