The Christmas Brides

The Christmas Brides by Linda Lael Miller Read Free Book Online

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Authors: Linda Lael Miller
cage.
    The grin Morgan turned on Whitley was anything but cordial. “I thought maybe we could count on you, hero that you are, to hike out with a rifle and bag some wild game,” he said.
    Whitley reddened, looked for a moment as though he might fling aside the coffee mug he was hogging and go for Morgan’s throat. Apparently, he thought better of it, though, for he remained seated, taking up more than his share of room on the benchlike seat opposite Lizzie. Muttered something crude into his coffee.
    Lizzie stood, approached Morgan. “I was thinking if we could find a way to—well, unhook this car from the next—”
    â€œStop thinking,” Morgan interrupted. “It only gets you in trouble.”
    Lizzie felt as though she’d been slapped. “But—”
    Morgan softened, but only slightly. Regarded her over the rim of his steaming coffee. “Lizzie,” he said, moregently, “it’s a question of weight. As shaky as our situation is, if we uncoupled the cars, we’d be more vulnerable, separated from the rest of the train, not less.”
    He was right, which only made his words harder for Lizzie to swallow. She averted her eyes, only to have her gaze land accidentally on Whitley. He was smirking at her.
    She lifted her chin, turned away from both Whitley and Morgan, and set about helping Mrs. Halifax make a bed for the children, using John Brennan’s quilt. That done, she turned to the elderly couple.
    Their names were Zebulon and Marietta Thaddings, Lizzie soon learned; they lived in Phoenix, but Mrs. Thaddings’s sister worked in Indian Rock, and they’d intended to surprise her with a holiday visit. Having no one to look after Woodrow in their absence, they’d brought him along.
    â€œHe’s a good bird,” Mrs. Thaddings said sweetly. “No trouble at all.”
    Lizzie smiled at that. “Perhaps I know your sister,” she said.
    Mrs. Thaddings beamed. “Perhaps you do,” she agreed. “Her name is Clarinda Adams, and she runs a dressmaking business.”
    Lizzie felt a pitching sensation in the pit of her stomach. There was no dressmaker in Indian Rock, but there was a very exclusive “gentleman’s club,” and Miss Clarinda Adams ran it. Cowboys could not afford what was on offer in Miss Adams’s notorious establishment, but prosperous ranchers, railroad executives and others of that ilk flocked to the place from miles around todrink imported brandy, play high-stakes poker and dandle saucy women on their knees.
    Oh, Miss Adams was going to be surprised, all right, when the Thaddingses appeared on her doorstep, with a talking bird in tow. But the Thaddingses would be even more so.
    Lizzie felt a flash of mingled pity and amusement. She patted Mrs. Thaddings’s hand, still chilled from the perilous journey from one railroad car to another, and offered to refill her coffee cup.
    Once they’d finished off the coffee and started a second pot to brewing, Morgan and the peddler set out to break into and raid the freight car.
    As soon as they were gone, Whitley approached Lizzie, planted himself directly in front of her.
    â€œIf I die,” he told her, “it will be your fault. If you hadn’t insisted on bringing me into this wilderness to meet your family—”
    Despite a dizzying sting—for there was truth in his words, as well as venom—Lizzie kept her backbone straight, her shoulders back and her chin high. “After staying alive,” she said, with what dignity she could summon, “my biggest problem will be explaining you to my family.”
    With a snort of disgust, he turned on one heel and strode to the other side of the car.
    And little Ellen tugged at the sleeve of the oversize conductor’s coat Lizzie had been wearing since the day before. “Do you think St. Nicholas will know where we are?” she asked, her eyes huge with worry. “Jack’s

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