Her Fearless Love
Seeing Ranch series
Florence Linnington
Easy Publishing
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organisations, places, events and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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Contents
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About the Author
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Acknowledgments
Tale 1
Chapter 1
1. Bonnie
Chapter one
Chapter 2
2. Steve
Chapter two
Chapter 3
3. Bonnie
Chapter three
Chapter 4
4. Bonnie
Chapter four
Chapter 5
5. Steve
Chapter five
Chapter 6
6. Bonnie
Chapter six
Chapter 7
7. Bonnie
Chapter seven
Chapter 8
8. Steve
Chapter eight
Chapter 9
9. Bonnie
Chapter nine
Chapter 10
10. Steve
Chapter ten
Chapter 11
11. Bonnie
Chapter eleven
Chapter 12
12. Steve
Chapter twelve
Chapter 13
13. Steve
Chapter thirteen
Chapter 14
14. Bonnie
Chapter fourteen
Chapter 15
15. Steve
Chapter fifteen
Chapter 16
16. Bonnie
Chapter sixteen
Chapter 17
17. Bonnie
Chapter seventeen
Chapter 18
18. Steve
Chapter eighteen
Chapter 19
19. Bonnie
Chapter nineteen
Chapter 20
20. Bonnie
Chapter twenty
Chapter 21
21. Steve
Chapter twenty-one
Chapter 22
22. Steve
Chapter twenty-two
Chapter 23
23. Bonnie
Chapter twenty-three
Chapter 24
24. Bonnie
Chapter twenty-four
Chapter 25
25. Bonnie
Chapter twenty-five
Chapter 26
26. Steve
Chapter twenty-six
Chapter 27
27. Bonnie
Chapter twenty-seven
Chapter 28
28. Bonnie
Chapter twenty-eight
Chapter 29
29. Bonnie
Chapter twenty-nine
Chapter 30
30. Bonnie
Chapter thirty
Chapter 31
31. Bonnie
Chapter thirty-one
Chapter 32
32. Steve
Chapter thirty-two
Chapter 33
33. Bonnie
Chapter thirty-three
Chapter 34
34. Bonnie
Chapter thirty-four
Chapter 35
35. Bonnie
Chapter thirty-five
Chapter 36
36. Bonnie
Chapter thirty-six
Chapter 37
37. Bonnie
Chapter thirty-seven
Chapter 38
38. Bonnie
Chapter thirty-eight
Chapter 39
39. Bonnie
Chapter thirty-nine
Chapter 40
40. Bonnie
Chapter forty
Chapter 41
41. Bonnie
Chapter forty-one
Chapter 42
42. Bonnie
Chapter forty-two
Chapter 43
43. Steve
Chapter forty-three
Epilogue
Epilogue. Bonnie
Epilogue
Tale 2
Chapter 1
1. August
Chapter one
Chapter 2
2. Margaret
Chapter two
Chapter 3
3. Margaret
Chapter three
Chapter 4
4. August
Chapter four
Chapter 5
5. Margaret
Chapter five
Chapter 6
6. Margaret
Chapter six
Chapter 7
7. August
Chapter seven
Chapter 8
8. Margaret
Chapter eight
Chapter 9
9. Margaret
Chapter nine
Chapter 10
10. August
Chapter ten
Chapter 11
11. Margaret
Chapter eleven
Chapter 12
12. Margaret
Chapter twelve
Chapter 13
13. August
Chapter thirteen
Chapter 14
14. Margaret
Chapter fourteen
Chapter 15
15. August
Chapter fifteen
Chapter 16
16. Margaret
Chapter sixteen
Chapter 17
17. Margaret
Chapter seventeen
Epilogue
Epilogue. August
Epilogue
The story goes on…
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Book 4 - Her Rocky Trail
Book 5 - Her Unexpected Destiny
Book 6 - Her Silent Burden
Book 7 - Her Fearless Love
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Tale 1
1
1. Bonnie
Chapter one
Wyoming Territory, 1884
The wagon rocked underneath Bonnie, and she gripped the edge of the rough bench. The afternoon of riding, which came after days of train travel, had left her sore. Despite that, her heart was light. Nervous, yes, but still light.
For she had left behind Baltimore, the only home she had ever known to start something new. Perhaps most women would have shed tears over such a departure, but Bonnie had already done her fair share of that in her short life. When her father died two years earlier, she had cried till she thought she could not possibly cry anymore—and yet the tears had come for months.
Selling the house had caused the same. Saying goodbye to the halls in which she’d run as a child, and the big oak tree that had her initials etched into it had made Bonnie feel her heart was being ripped out. Still, it had to be done.
Next to Bonnie, Esme, the older Hispanic woman who was also riding up to Whiteridge, grinned. “Excited?”
Bonnie smiled back. “Nervous, mostly.”
Esme patted Bonnie’s hand. “Do not be. It is a nice town, and you will not be the only mail-order bride there.”
Bonnie nodded, not quite sure what to say. She had met Esme as they had climbed into the wagon driven by Jonathan Orloff, a quiet teenage boy from Whiteridge who was their driver for the day. Esme had been visiting her sister in Pathways for a couple days and now returned to Whiteridge, where she kept the house of the man who owned the town’s mine. Bonnie had learned all of this and much more as they rode from the valley into the mountains, with Esme filling her in on all the details of her life.
“How many mail-order brides are there?” Bonnie asked.
“Oh, there are two others now. Not to mention, a few other married young ladies. Do not worry. You will find company there.”
Bonnie nodded her thanks and focused her attention on not becoming sick from the pitching wagon. In a way, doing so was good. It kept her attention focused on her body and the moment instead of what, or in this case who, waited for her.
A man she had never met. A man who would soon be her husband. That is what Bonnie was headed for.
What would her father think if he could see her now? Life as a mail-order bride in Wyoming was certainly not what he had envisioned for her, but she hoped he would understand. After his death, she had barely received half of what she had expected to for selling the house. Add that to the debt she had accrued while caring for him, and returning to her old life’s plan had not been an option.
The road took a turn, and the ruts smoothed out. Several buildings, all still brand new, stood in front of them; Whiteridge.
Bonnie clasped her hands in her lap. She had never seen a photograph of the infant town, but she felt as if she already knew it, for the man she had come to marry had described it well in his letters.
Steven Huebner. Her soon-to-be husband.
Bonnie searched the one street, looking for any sign of a man who might be him. He had described himself as six feet tall, with shaggy brown hair, tanned skin, and hazel eyes. There were no men in the street, though. Some children played outside of the small schoolhouse, and a cat stalked something in some tall grass. Other than that, the town was quiet.
Jonathan Orloff stopped the wagon in front of the hotel, which, at two stories, was the tallest building in Whiteridge. Wordlessly, he helped the two ladies out of the wagon and handed them their bags. Bonnie took a moment to adjust her sunbonnet before pulling out her purse, meaning to tip him. When she turned back around, however, she found he’d already climbed into his wagon and was driving off.
Esme patted Bonnie’s arm. “That’s just his way.”
“Oh.” Bonnie frowned, hoping the boy’s ‘way’ was not the entire town’s ‘way.’ Were all the people here that unfriendly? Baltimore was a city with many different kinds of people, and Bonnie had hoped that in Whiteridge she would find primarily one kind; the friendly, small-town type.
“Where is your husband’s cabin?” Esme asked. “I will walk you there.”
“Um...” Bonnie bit her bottom lip. “I am not sure. He said that he would find me in town once I arrived.”
“And here I am,” a deep and smooth male voice responded.
Both women turned around as a man, who could only be Steven Huebner, descended the porch’s stairs. He fit every part of the description he had given Bonnie: he was tall, with wavy, thick brown hair and hazel eyes. What she was not prepared for, however, were his other features.
Or, to be more specific, his assets.
His shoulders were broad, his chest wide, and his arms toned. As he removed his hat and smiled, deep dimples and straight teeth took Bonnie’s breath away. He was, as Bonnie’s friend Loretta would have said, “enough to give me the faints right out.”
Bonnie’s fingers closed tighter around her carpet bag. She was aware of the sweat slicking her palms and hoped the same couldn’t be said for her face.
“You are Bonnie?” Mr. Huebner asked, taking a small step toward her. He winced. “Excuse me, I mean Miss Potter.”
Bonnie laughed. “Bonnie is fine, for you are Mr. Huebner?”
“Steve,” he quickly said, spreading his palm. “And I suppose we’re to be married.”
“So I would think first names suffice,” Bonnie said with a grin.
Steve chuckled, and the tension noticeably disappeared from his shoulders. “That sounds fine to me.”
A slight sigh made Bonnie look to her right, and she found Esme watching the exchange intently.
“Wonderful,” Esme said, appearing to be talking to herself. “Simply wonderful.”
“How are you doing, Miss Ortega?” Steve asked her.
“Aching like I was just put in a barrel and shipped downriver. The ride up here is not for the weak.”
“I agree wholeheartedly,” Bonnie said.
“Let’s get you home and settled,” Steve said, taking Bonnie’s carpetbag from her. “Then you can get some rest.”
Bidding Esme farewell, Bonnie followed Steve across the street and down a smaller path that wound through the woods. It could hardly be called more than a foot trail, although Bonnie supposed a team and wagon could pass down it if the driver were very patient and not minding the branches constantly thwacking him in the face.
“Is that it?” Bonnie asked, pointing at a cabin nestled under some shady trees.
“No, that’s Neil Tracy’s cabin. He’s also a miner. There are six cabins down this trail, all of which have miners living in them.” Steve glanced at her, looking apologetic. “I know it’s not the best situation. I promise I’ll build you a better house on a bigger piece of land soon as I can.”