The Goose_The Sixth Day by Peggy L Henderson

Author:Peggy L Henderson [Henderson, Peggy L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-06T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

The Second Day of Christmas, December 26, 1876

Molly wrapped her shawl more fully around her shoulders as a shiver raced up her spine. Had anyone bothered to stoke the fire this morning? The flames in the hearth had burned down to glowing coals, and the main room in the cabin was as cold as it had to be outside. She reached for a piece of wood, placed it on the coals, and blew on them to bring them back to life. When flames licked the log, she added a couple more, and held her icy hands to the warmth.

Everything was quiet in the cabin. Judging by the heat on top of the stove, someone had been up quite a while ago and made a pot of coffee. She glanced toward the closed door leading to Storm Thornton’s bedroom. No doubt he and Ezra were already awake, and probably outside tending to the livestock.

In an fruitless attempt to figure out what to do, Molly had lingered under the warm covers of her bed even after the sun had come up. She’d gone to bed after clearing away the supper dishes, but hadn’t been able to sleep.

Storm hadn’t seemed the least bit welcoming. His grandfather had made the excuse that Storm had spent too much time at the saloon on Christmas Eve, and for that reason he’d been in a less-than-agreeable mood.

“He’ll come ‘round in a day or so, just give him time. He ain’t feelin’ too well at the moment.”

Molly hadn’t pressed. Why would Storm feel the need to get drunk on the day of her arrival? He didn’t seem like the type of man who would be nervous about anything, so it couldn’t have been butterflies at meeting his new bride.

“Didn’t think he was the marrying kind.”

The words from Pearl, the woman from the whorehouse, came back to her now. If Storm wasn’t the marrying kind, why had he asked for a bride? He certainly didn’t seem at all pleased that she was here. Maybe he’d taken one look at her, seen her scar, and decided she was too flawed and unattractive to marry.

Molly sighed. She’d never considered herself particularly attractive to begin with. Not like Danica Jensen, who had been a beautiful woman, no matter if she dressed in the latest fashions or ran around in her brother’s old britches. Her beauty hadn’t simply come from her physical appearance, but also from deep inside. She’d always had such a love of life, and she’d been fearless.

Molly, on the other hand, was a coward. Coming to Noelle had been her way to disappear and forget about her problems in Virginia City after losing her good friend. She touched her fingers to her scar. It would always be with her as a reminder of why she’d had to leave Montana. She’d been lucky to get to Colorado without being followed, but if he wanted to, he would find her.

Molly scoffed. Trent Sloacum was nothing but a slimy weasel. Dani had detested him.

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