Montana Sky: Love's Target (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Entertainers of The West Book 7) by Linda Carroll-Bradd

Author:Linda Carroll-Bradd [Carroll-Bradd, Linda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Romance, Women's Fiction, Victorian, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Love Possibility, Frontier & Pioneer, Cowboy & Western Romance, Hearts Desire, American West, Clean & Wholesome, Christian Stories, Faith Based, Inspirational Reads, Love Inspired, Life-Changes, Second Chances, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Lifetime Love, Romantic Schemes, Beautiful & Feisty, Love-Family & Forever, Kindle Worlds Novellas, Novella Length Story, Short Story, Protection & Safety, Action & Adventure, 19th Century, Montana Sky Series, Morgan's Crossing Montana Territory, Sweetwater Springs
Publisher: Kindle Worlds
Published: 2018-03-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

The next morning, Vanora awoke to the smell of coffee brewing and rolled over, snuggling the worn nine-patch quilt under her chin. Papa must have beaten her to the morning’s first task. He’d be ready for breakfast soon. She sat up. Her hand was on the tent ties ready to flick them open when she remembered the other two men who’d arrived last night.

Last night’s conversation filtered through her mind. Securing steady work for Papa had been her goal, and with Trent’s offer, that aim was achieved. At least, for a week. But relinquishing any possibility of getting to know Trent better was a high price.

With less enthusiasm, she dragged herself back to her bedroll then sorted through her valise to find the least-wrinkled blouse and skirt. For once, she’d defy Papa’s preference and dress as she pleased. The cream-colored blouse with quilting on the collar and cuffs was one of her favorites. Boredom on their long wagon rides prompted her to teach herself to quilt. Several of her blouses were accented with wavy curves, random shapes, or straight lines on an angle.

While under her quilt to avoid the worst of the chill air, she shimmied out of her night rail and pulled on her camisole, a loose corset, drawers, blouse, petticoat, and skirt. By the time she emerged she felt like she’d wrestled an angry cat. With only minor adjustments and realignments, she was presentable…or she hoped she was. After grabbing a washcloth, a bar of soap, and her hairbrush, she emerged from the tent and headed downstream to take care of her ablutions. Dawn had barely warmed the chill from the morning air, and she shivered on her walk.

Tonight, and for several additional days, she’d be sleeping with a real roof over her head. Maybe, if they arrived early enough, she’d have a full bath in a tub of hot water. Happiness bubbled up, and she wanted to sing out. But the explanation following that act would take too much effort.

Back in camp, she dumped her things in the wagon and headed straight for the coffeepot. Which seemed to be the only item at the fire. Strange. She glanced around for other food preparations.

“Morning.” Trent approached, holding a burlap bag. “Here are hard biscuits and jerky. Today’s is a traveling breakfast. Don’t forget to fill your canteens and water barrel. We head out in ten minutes.”

The orders came at her so fast she simply complied. Vanora set down the pot and held out cupped hands to receive the food. Then she blinked after the bossy man who strode toward the creek. Authoritarian was a side of his personality she’d not seen before. What happened to the teasing man who’d accompanied her at the funfair? Muttering to herself, she carried the food to the wagon and set it on the bench seat.

Papa looked up from checking Dutch’s back hoof. “What’s got you peeved?”

“Trent appointed himself trail boss and just issued orders. I’ll grab the canteens, if you’ll do the barrel.

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