Mistletoe Mayhem: Clean Historical Western Cowboy Romance Novel (Dawson Chronicles Book 1) by Linda Bridey Read Free Book Online

Fox said.
                  “I know, Father.  And then Mom started singing,” Jonathan said.  “I ran outside to get away from them.”  Beth’s singing voice was so terrible that everyone left when she sang.
                  Beth chuckled.  “You mean staggered outside.”
                  “It felt like I was running,” Jonathan said.  “I haven’t touched booze since then.”
                  “And you’d better not,” Beth said sweetly.
                  Jonathan looked chagrined and then said, “Dino, come see my new knife.  I bought it in Wolf Point yesterday.”
                  “Ok,” Dino said, rising and following his cousin.
                  As Sawyer looked around the clearing, he sighed, letting the atmosphere sink into his being.  “Boy, did I miss this,” he said.
                  Beth said, “And we missed you.”
                  “So tell me more about what’s been going on around camp,” he requested, listening attentively as his relatives complied.
     

Chapter Four
     
                  The next day, D.J. took Sawyer to the bank to put his photographs into a safe deposit box.  Once that was done, they went to Elliot’s—Sawyer wanted to pick up a few things for the few days he’d be in the hospital.  He selected a couple of magazines and catalogues to occupy himself with whenever he didn’t have visitors.
                  Elliot’s had been expanded, stocking a lot more merchandise selections.  They also had a gas pump out back where the cars filled up.  The railroad now came into Wolf Point, making it possible to receive ice shipments.  Elliot had invested in a small ice house, selling the frozen commodity to the three restaurants, the new pharmacy, and the townspeople who owned iceboxes.  His son, Zach, had a pair of fast Standardbreds that he’d bought from the Dwyers, and he delivered ice to their customers daily.
                  Walking around the store with Sawyer, D.J. thought about the tenuous situation he’d gotten into with the army.  Since Sawyer hadn’t known about the strict censorship, D.J. didn’t think it was fair that his punishment had been so harsh.  Sawyer’s natural instincts were to look for a story and to take pictures since he’d grown up working in the newspaper industry.
                  It aggravated D.J. that he couldn’t print the pictures Sawyer had taken because they were excellent shots of a couple of skirmishes.  They would be considered graphic, but were no worse than some of the pictures taken during the Civil and Indian Wars.  He was glad that Sawyer was preserving them; they were too good not to be seen someday. 
                  As they left the store, Sawyer suddenly found himself facing Devon Dwyer.  A shockwave rippled through him at the sight of her.  She was even more beautiful than he’d remembered.  Her lustrous black hair, big, blue eyes, and creamy complexion combined to create almost an ethereal beauty.
                  Since she worked with horses all day, she usually wore jeans and blouses, which emphasized her lithe figure.  Sawyer remembered how incredible she’d felt in his arms and the softness of her rosy lips.  Restraining a groan of hunger, he said, “Hello, Devon.  It’s good to see you.”
                  Why did I have to run into him ? Devon thought.  I knew I would sooner or later, but I’m not prepared for it.   He looked unbelievably handsome in his jeans, blue-and-white striped button-down shirt, and denim jacket that showed off his muscular physique to perfection.  Devon was sure that he had no idea how appealing he was to women.  He never had.  The shaft of desire that shot through her was disconcerting.
                  “H-hello, Sawyer.  I heard that you came home.  How are you