A Western Romance: Love Storm - Western Historical Romance: (Western Fiction, Western Books, Western Brides) (Leap of Love Series Book 4) by Paige Powers Read Free Book Online
Authors: Paige Powers
before she passed, she explained that Lou had set me up. He wanted to get rid of me so that I would not be a problem for him or her. I ran to safety, holding her. Taking cover. Once I was out of harm's way, I laid her down in the forest and left town for good. But I can never fully stay away from Eagle Valley. Your father became a big time rancher, huge money, and yet he never paid me. I guess there was never really a job to do, but I feel like he should have paid me for all that I lost that day."
Red and Bianca sat in silence, the crackle of the fire and the sound of wolves howling the only sounds.
"Thank you for sharing that. I never knew what happened on the day she died."
Bianca was amazed how her heart hurt, yet felt so settled at the same time. It was also ironic that the very person that kidnapped her was the same person who shared some of the only information she knew about her mother. She leaned back against a large log, trying to let all that she had just learned sink in.
Chapter 5
Not knowing Bianca at all made her seem like this mythical creature. Hearing Lou Simmons talk about how much he loved his daughter, then to hear Scout go on and on about how smart and loving and caring his sister was made Boyd want to meet her even more.
It would be interesting to know if she measured up to all that they spoke of. With the way that they spoke so highly of her, it seemed that it would be impossible to be as perfect as everyone made her out to be.
As they rode along through the mountain trail, Boyd considered how the woman might be getting along. Was she safe? Had Davies harmed her at all? Did Davies plan on harming her?
It had been almost a week since her abduction, and they had not heard a word at all that she had been found. That meant that they would definitely still need to stay out on the quest to rescue Bianca Simmons and that most importantly, they would need to successfully bring her back home to her father.
"Once we cross through the range over here, we will be nearing the town of Whitney. There we can stop at the telegram office and send word of where we are and see if there is any other word about my sister."
Beau and Boyd nodded in the affirmative. Boyd took in the beauty of the mountain range. They were so expansive. He had never seen anything like it back home.
After several more miles, they approached Whitney. It looked like the rest of the towns they had been through. Small, orderly, and linear. The towns here out West were very simply built. There were no large plantation homes on lush green acres. There were only houses and buildings made of clay and something Scout described as adobe brick. The ground was red, and there was not as much grass as he was used to seeing.
Lakes and water were sparse, making it refreshing to see them when one did. The heat was more dry, not the humid heat that he was used to in South Carolina. With so much difference in the landscaping, Boyd never felt like he could get enough. Being in Arizona felt right. Being a U.S. Marshal felt right.
"How can I help you all?"
As Boyd, Beau, and Scout entered the town, they were met by a posse who promptly rode up on horses. The man in the front that spoke wore a badge and a large brimmed hat. He was surrounded by four other men, who expertly held the reins to their horses with one hand and the other hand on their guns.
"Afternoon, Sir. We are U.S. Marshals, on a hunt for a kidnapping victim. Just passing through, looking around here for her. And if we can, we need to send a telegram please." When Boyd spoke, he tried to keep the peace and stay calm. He flashed his badge.
"All right. You may enter our fine town. Telegram office is right on the main street in the center of town."
The lead of the posse flashed his badge as well. "I'm the sheriff in these parts. How long will you be staying?"
"Not long sir. Long enough to send and receive a telegram."
The men parted and allowed Boyd, Beau, and Scout access through.
Red and Bianca sat in silence, the crackle of the fire and the sound of wolves howling the only sounds.
"Thank you for sharing that. I never knew what happened on the day she died."
Bianca was amazed how her heart hurt, yet felt so settled at the same time. It was also ironic that the very person that kidnapped her was the same person who shared some of the only information she knew about her mother. She leaned back against a large log, trying to let all that she had just learned sink in.
Chapter 5
Not knowing Bianca at all made her seem like this mythical creature. Hearing Lou Simmons talk about how much he loved his daughter, then to hear Scout go on and on about how smart and loving and caring his sister was made Boyd want to meet her even more.
It would be interesting to know if she measured up to all that they spoke of. With the way that they spoke so highly of her, it seemed that it would be impossible to be as perfect as everyone made her out to be.
As they rode along through the mountain trail, Boyd considered how the woman might be getting along. Was she safe? Had Davies harmed her at all? Did Davies plan on harming her?
It had been almost a week since her abduction, and they had not heard a word at all that she had been found. That meant that they would definitely still need to stay out on the quest to rescue Bianca Simmons and that most importantly, they would need to successfully bring her back home to her father.
"Once we cross through the range over here, we will be nearing the town of Whitney. There we can stop at the telegram office and send word of where we are and see if there is any other word about my sister."
Beau and Boyd nodded in the affirmative. Boyd took in the beauty of the mountain range. They were so expansive. He had never seen anything like it back home.
After several more miles, they approached Whitney. It looked like the rest of the towns they had been through. Small, orderly, and linear. The towns here out West were very simply built. There were no large plantation homes on lush green acres. There were only houses and buildings made of clay and something Scout described as adobe brick. The ground was red, and there was not as much grass as he was used to seeing.
Lakes and water were sparse, making it refreshing to see them when one did. The heat was more dry, not the humid heat that he was used to in South Carolina. With so much difference in the landscaping, Boyd never felt like he could get enough. Being in Arizona felt right. Being a U.S. Marshal felt right.
"How can I help you all?"
As Boyd, Beau, and Scout entered the town, they were met by a posse who promptly rode up on horses. The man in the front that spoke wore a badge and a large brimmed hat. He was surrounded by four other men, who expertly held the reins to their horses with one hand and the other hand on their guns.
"Afternoon, Sir. We are U.S. Marshals, on a hunt for a kidnapping victim. Just passing through, looking around here for her. And if we can, we need to send a telegram please." When Boyd spoke, he tried to keep the peace and stay calm. He flashed his badge.
"All right. You may enter our fine town. Telegram office is right on the main street in the center of town."
The lead of the posse flashed his badge as well. "I'm the sheriff in these parts. How long will you be staying?"
"Not long sir. Long enough to send and receive a telegram."
The men parted and allowed Boyd, Beau, and Scout access through.
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