A Bride for Henry by P. Creeden

A Bride for Henry by P. Creeden

Author:P. Creeden [Creeden, P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-12-31T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

The next morning, Brienne helped Mable get the children loaded into the wagon for church services. The boys were rambunctious and wanted little to do with behaving like gentleman and sitting in the back of the cart while they waited for everyone to gather for the ride.

“Sit still, Junior, or Miss Georgia might not offer you a bit of pie after supper tonight,” Mabel threatened.

A smile tugged at Brienne’s lips. As if Georgia would ever withhold pie from anyone. The woman expressed her love with baked goods. And as Georgia headed to the wagon, loaded down with two baskets of goodies to give to the preacher’s wife, it made Brienne’s smile widen.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” a deep male voice, with a distinct northern accent, asked from behind Brienne.

She turned stiffly and shook her head. “I think we’ve got them. If you don’t mind sitting in the back of the wagon with us, though? It will make more room at the front for Cal to drive.”

He shook his head and grasped the side of the wagon, setting his cane on the floorboards. One of the boys picked it up and held it like a rifle. While Henry mounted the cart, little Cal Junior pretended to shoot him with the cane. Henry collapsed onto the floorboards, grasping his chest. “Oh, no! You got me.”

Boyish giggles filled the air. Mabel laughed as she pulled the cane from Cal Junior’s hands.

“Enough of that,” she said as she offered the cane back to its rightful owner. “I’m sorry about that, Mr. Miller.”

He accepted the cane back and then scooted farther into the wagon. “It’s no trouble, Aunt Mabel, and please, call me Henry.”

Her eyes crinkled as she smiled and waved a hand at him. “And just call me Mabel, I feel so old to have you call me Aunt.”

He laughed and nodded. “Okay.”

Once everyone made it into the wagon, Cal started down the road. Cal, Georgia, and Evan sat on the driver’s bench while Mabel, Brienne, and Henry sat with Evan’s wife, Beth, and the Cal’s two boys, Cal Junior and Joseph. Brienne found it funny to think of Henry as the boys’ cousin, since he was nearly old enough to be their uncle. As a member of the church’s chorus, Beth liked to practice her singing on the way to church. At least when she did, the boys tended to stay quiet for the few moments to listen, or sometimes they’d join in on the song. When everyone else began to join in, Henry sang as well.

Brienne sat close enough to Henry to make out his singing voice from the crowd of voices in the wagon. He carried a tune better than Evan and Cal up in the front, but that was to be expected since the ranch hands were tone deaf. Regardless, the group of them had a joyful time on the short drive to the church in Collin. Once they got to the church, Cal stopped near


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