Her Prairie Knight by Kit Morgan

Author:Kit Morgan [Morgan, Kit]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00CCYPROG
Publisher: Angel Creek Press
Published: 2013-04-14T04:00:00+00:00

Ten

Aunt Irene shoved Belle behind the counter. Belle turned, a cutting retort at the ready, only to have a white apron flung in her face before she could so much as open her mouth. What was wrong with the Aunt Irene? Had she lost her mind?

“Start tallying everything in the jars first. Then move on to the canisters. I want everything tallied today! Your uncle and I already did the displays while you were off gallivanting with that Cooke woman.”

Belle held the apron in her hand and counted to ten. Lord, help me to remember she’s my aunt and my elder, because right now, I’d like to kill her.

“And when you’re done with that you can scrub the back store rooms, then clean out the stove upstairs. The barn could use a good scrubbing too.”

Belle’s mouth dropped open. Aunt Irene wanted her to scrub the barn? What was she? A slave? “Auntie, it will take two to three days to do all you ask.”

“Stop complaining and get to work!”

“But...”

“No arguments! If I’m going to feed and shelter you then you’re going to do as I ask with no complaints!”

Good Lord. What was happening to her? Belle watched as her aunt paced back and forth like a caged animal for a moment before she suddenly stopped, looked about, then headed for the curtained doorway behind the counter. “I’m going upstairs to tend to a few things. Don’t you dare leave!”

Belle could only stand and stare as the woman waddled past and tackled the stairs to their living quarters, huffing and puffing the entire way. As soon as Aunt Irene was gone, Belle let go the breath she’d been holding. “Good Lord.” Belle glanced up. Help my aunt with whatever it is bothering her. Or I don’t think I can stay here if this keeps up much longer. She sighed and put on the apron.

She was just about finished counting the last jar of candy when the bell above the door rang. She turned and sucked in her breath. A man and a boy entered. They were a ferocious and wild looking pair dressed as they were in buckskins trimmed with fur. Each sported what looked like a hat made from some sort of animal. Not a raccoon or beaver, but something bigger. But it wasn’t their attire that caught her attention, but the amount of weapons they wore. Each sported pistols and knives. The boy a bow and quiver of arrows to boot, while the man had some sort of walking stick. Belle shuddered and forced herself to greet them. “May I help you?”

The man took a few steps forward as the boy continued to look about himself. “Oui,” he began.

Belle’s eyes widened. A Frenchman?

“We need supplies.” He said in a decidedly French accent and glanced about at the different goods. “I give you my list.” He reached into his buckskin shirt and pulled out a piece of parchment. “You give me what on list.”

Belle nodded as he handed her the list.

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