Love Finds an Outlaw by Diana Lesire Brandmeyer

Author:Diana Lesire Brandmeyer [Diana Lesire Brandmeyer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DKD Books
Published: 2021-10-25T00:00:00+00:00

Outlaw. That’s what he’d call her in his article. Outlaw on the Pueblo Excursion made a grand headline. Might even be front-page worthy. Mary caught his attention and held it. Women like Miss Periwinkle couldn’t begin to garner his attention in her presence.

Here was a woman not afraid to go into a snow-filled pasture and hunt food for her family. Did she have a sense of adventure, too, or just one of survival? One could argue both were needed, or maybe they were interchangeable.

He watched her while she chatted with Miss Periwinkle and her aunt. He shut his eyes, hoping they would think he rested. He’d rely on his memory if they said anything that he could use in his column.

“It’s rather dull waiting. Isn’t it?” Miss Periwinkle tapped her foot. “If we had a game to play, it would pass the time. Did you bring cards, Miss Owen?”

“She certainly did not.” Mary’s aunt roused from a rest she’d been taking. “We do not play games of chance in this family. I’m surprised you do, Miss Periwinkle.”

“My father allows it. Parlor games are all the rage back home in Boston. There’s not much else to do in the winters.”

“There is always the Bible to read or stitching that can be done. My niece has been trained in the proper ways of a lady. Didn’t you go away to school?”

“My parents sent me to Europe. The rules there are much different. Always an event to attend and a gentleman to take you. Why, we even snuck out of school some evenings to walk along the riverbanks. Nothing like this backward country. That’s why I came on this trip. Father is traveling on the train that left behind us. He’s a legislator, and he wants to open the West to more people.”

She lied, and Wyatt knew it. Earlier she’d mentioned growing up in New York and traveling with her uncle. They were buying a home in Pueblo.

“What does your father do, Miss Owen?”

Mary frowned.

Would she answer? Miss Periwinkle might as well have asked Mary how much her father was worth. Wyatt’s fingers itched to get at his pencil, but he remained still.

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