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Mail Order Bride: Mountain Brides - Part 2: Mail Order Brides Of Montana, #2
Mail Order Bride: Mountain Brides - Part 2: Mail Order Brides Of Montana, #2
Mail Order Bride: Mountain Brides - Part 2: Mail Order Brides Of Montana, #2
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In 1888 there weren't many opportunities for a young girl of only eighteen to support herself in a place like Galveston Texas, unless she was willing to compromise her principles. That was why Jessica's guardian, an old man who had owed her late father a debt, proposes she become a mail-order bride. That and because Jessica wasn't easy to support. Flaherty, her guardian had spent a great deal more than what he'd owed her father maintaining her lifestyle. He was tired, and ready for someone else to take that burden on.
Jessica agreed to pick a husband, thinking that at the last minute, Flaherty would change his mind and beg her not to go. Fate had different ideas however and just after she chose one, old man Flaherty went to his grave. Jessica was once again flabbergasted to find out that he'd left all of his money to the local orphanage and nothing to her. She was forced to follow through with the wedding out of necessity.
Clint was raising five children and trying to run a ranch. If not for the help of the church ladies, they would all go under. The ladies have an idea to get them all out of the mess…A mail order bride…Would it help Clint, or just make his life more complicated in the end.
Along with Clint and Jessica, keep up with what's happening with Jeremiah and his new bride Clarissa and his son who may or may not be evil..Colton.

The day the Sheriff showed up at their door to tell them that their father was dead, shot in a robbery at the bank, everything began to unravel. Suddenly people were telling them things about their father, Grace's devoted husband that didn't make sense. He was a gambler and a philanderer…and a thief? 

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Release dateApr 25, 2017
ISBN9781386142553
Mail Order Bride: Mountain Brides - Part 2: Mail Order Brides Of Montana, #2

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    Please don't read if you want a ending to the story. It leaves a lot to be desired. :(

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LEAH WYETT

Mail Order Bride: Mountain Brides: Part 2

Mail Order Brides Of Montana: Book 2

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Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

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Copyright

Chapter One

APRIL 1888

Clarissa climbed down off of the wagon. Her rear hurt from the long, bumpy ride to town, and she had even brought a pillow to sit on, thinking that a little cushion from the splintery wood of the buckboard seat couldn’t hurt. She’d been to town many times with her husband, but she had been here in Montana for over four months and this was the first trip that Jeremiah had let her make to town alone. She knew that the trail could be dangerous, and she appreciated that he was protective of her...to a point. She was also a very independent woman. Her and Rebecca’s mother had made sure of that, at least for a year or two after Papa died. She used to tell Clarissa that you just never knew when you might be left to do it alone, and if that happened, you should have the skills to do it.

Clarissa prided herself on the fact that she had ridden a train all the way from Colorado to Montana on her own; that was a big sign of courage, especially to anyone who had never been on a long train ride. She used that, telling her husband that if she could do that then certainly she could handle a wagon ride to town. Jeremiah of course had to mention that there was staff on the train, and men with guns on the train to protect her if need be. He also had to mention to her that there was also the concern about Ernie and Colton. Ernie had gotten away the night of the fire. The posse hadn’t caught up to him and Jeremiah told her that he heard about a month later he busted into the orphanage with a gun and demanded his son. They all doubted now that he had the boy that he would show back up in town where he was still wanted and easily recognizable...but Jeremiah worried.

Then there was Colton. Colton had shown up the day after the fire. He confronted Jeremiah about all of the things his grandparents had convinced him that his father had done wrong. Jeremiah listened attentively, and when Colton was finished ranting and raving, Jeremiah went and got his journal out. He handed it to the boy and told him to read it and then he would know the truth. Colton acted like he expected there to be more Jeremiah would want to say to him. He expected that Clarissa had told her husband about Colton forcing a kiss on her and professing his love. She hadn’t ever told Jeremiah about it though. She did tell him about Colton saying he was going to shoot him, out of fear for his safety. She worried if she told him the other that Jeremiah would have to live with whatever he’d done to his son because of it...maybe while he was in jail. Jeremiah worried about Colton coming back because he could see that day he came by how angry he was at the world. He told Clarissa you never knew what a person with that kind of anger inside of them would be capable of. Clarissa had come face to face with Colton’s anger, and she was afraid that she might know.

So, she had left their house at dawn that morning, the same time Jeremiah had gone out to work, and for the next three hours she watched the road, the trees, the rocks and anything else that might provide a hiding place for Colton and/or Ernie without a sighting of either one. Truth be told, she was more worried about running into Colton than she was Ernie. She had come to realize after Jeremiah told her Ernie’s situation that he was just a desperate man that night, doing desperate things, trying to hold on to life as he knew it. Most especially he was a father who had lost his son and she could understand how that could make a man do desperate things.

Clarissa sang and talked to herself and watched the beauty of nature pass by, and eventually made it to town. She had several places to go and she knew the shopkeepers would help her get her things loaded, so she parked the wagon across from the livery stables where the horses could get a drink of water and re-charge while she took care of her business. As she was walking across the street to the feed store she heard, Good morning, Clarissa. She wished she could just keep going, but there was no possible way she could be that rude. Instead she forced a smile and looked around to see Ellie Clay, walking in her direction.

Good morning Miss Ellie. How are you today? she said to the older woman. As usual, Miss Ellie was dressed in a sharp, blue dress, the only color she ever wore, and her black hair was swept back away from her face in a neat bun at her neck.

I’m in good spirits, Clarissa. What about you, dear? Don’t tell me that husband of yours let you drive that buggy all the way to town on your own?

I’m doing well Miss Ellie. And yes, Jeremiah let me come down on my own. He wasn’t happy about it, but there were things we needed and a lot of work he had to do. You look mighty busy yourself today. It was funny that Miss Ellie would talk about someone’s husband letting them do anything. Her poor husband had been doing exactly as she’d demanded for close to forty years, and if Miss Ellie had wanted to take a wagon ride somewhere, anywhere, no one would have dared told her no, least of all her husband.

That I am, Miss Ellie told her. Always busy, but you know what they say about idle hands, dear. I’m just on my way back from delivering a meal to the Johnston's.

Oh, that’s nice of you, Miss Ellie.

Not so much nice as it is necessary. You can’t let your neighbors die of starvation, I suppose. Especially when they got all them hungry kids to feed. I sure hope another solution presents itself soon though.

That’s true, Clarissa told her. That’s awfully sad about him losing his wife when their children were still so young. How many does he have again? Three?

Oh no dear, he has five. They range from eight years old to less than two. Miss Ellie planted her thumb and forefinger on either side of her nose as if she had a headache and shook her head from side to side, "You should see that place, Clarissa. It’s in such a sad state. I can’t even describe how filthy it is. Every time I go out there I try my best not to go inside. It’s hard to imagine what might be lurking underneath that filth. I think Clint is leaving most

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