Hot Winds From Bombay by Becky Lee Weyrich

Author:Becky Lee Weyrich [Becky Lee Weyrich]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical, General, FICTION/Romance/Historical
ISBN: 9780449129241
Google: 1Kg5BAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00NBEPPU2
Goodreads: 6675969
Publisher: Fawcett
Published: 1987-04-11T23:00:00+00:00

It wasn’t much of a wedding. In fact, it almost wasn’t one at all. But to this very day, those interested in York County history can find it recorded in the old church ledger: “Married this tenth day of November in the year of our Lord, Eighteen Hundred & Forty-six, Miss Persia Whiddington of this village, by proxy, to the Reverend Cyrus Blackwell, Bombay, India.”

Still, at the time, Reverend Osgood took great exception to having a tattooed heathen stand in for his bridegroom and almost refused to perform the ceremony.

“It simply isn’t fitting! The man is more cannibal than Christian!”

“See here, Osgood, that’s no way to talk about my man,” thundered Captain Widdington. “Fletcher will be traveling with my daughter to see her safely to her husband in India, so I find it more than fitting that he should take Brother Blackwell’s place. I demand that you proceed!”

They were gathered in the tiny church office, not the sanctuary where most nuptials were celebrated. The Reverend Mr. Osgood had stood firm in his conviction that Persia’s checkered past precluded any thoughts of allowing her to marry in the usual sight of God. Captain Whiddington tried to kick up a fuss about it, but Persia persuaded him to be still. There was more than ample space in the church office, the bride pointed out, to accommodate the wedding party—herself, the preacher, Fletcher, and her father. Europa had been notified, but purposely not in time for her to arrive for the ceremony. She would be coming in on tomorrow’s stage from Portland. Besides, holding the wedding in the church would have only pointed up the fact that no guests were in attendance.

The whole town was in a furor over Persia’s marriage to Cyrus Blackwell. If Persia thought she had been gossiped about before, that was nothing compared to the wagging of tongues now. Still, it would have been worse had she planned to journey all the way to India unwed. That would have been a scandal to end all. But at this point she could endure whatever was whispered about her. It wouldn’t last much longer. Soon she would be on her way, leaving her old life, her old name, and her old enemies far behind.

Right now, she just wanted to be done with it. Ever since the meeting with Reverend Osgood a few days before, her mind had been straying in odd directions. Years ago she’d given up all hope of ever seeing Zachariah Hazzard again, or so she’d thought. But these past few nights she’d lain awake, dreading sleep and the dreams it brought. He came to her in these dreams—bold, naked, and ready to bed her—forcing her to relive every intimate detail of the time they had shared so long ago. The visions of him gave her an eerie, unsettled feeling. It almost seemed as if Zack had been far, far away for a long time, but was on his way back even now. She could almost sense him drawing nearer.

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