The Blushing Bride

“Stubborn? Me?”

Jason stepped inside and pushed the door shut. “You’re the most hardheaded woman I’ve ever met. And pushy, too.”

“Pushy!”

“Yeah, pushy. You keep sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong and isn’t wanted.”

Amanda drew herself up to her greatest height, though it was woefully short of his. “Somebody on this mountain wrote that letter to me, Mr. Kruger. Somebody wants brides up here. You’d better face that fact.”

He pointed his finger at her. “I can tell you this, Miss Pierce, when I find out who wrote that letter, I’m going to fire that man so fast, he won’t know what hit him.”

“Oh! You pigheaded man!” Amanda jerked her chin. “Don’t worry. I’m leaving for good. I won’t be back, and you’ll never hear from me again. You’ll have your precious mountain all to yourself. I hope it keeps you warm at night…!

Dear Reader,

The perfect complement to a hot summer day is a cool drink, some time off your feet and a good romance novel. And we have four terrific stories this month for you to choose from!

We are delighted with the return of Judith Stacy, who is known for her satisfying, often humorous, Americana romances. She has outdone herself with The Blushing Bride, a darling tale set in the mountains of California. When Amanda Pierce, who runs a matrimonial service, receives a letter from the owner of a logging company looking for a mail-order bride, she travels to his mountain determined to match not one but several of her brides with the lonely loggers. What she doesn’t count on is being “felled” herself—by the handsome boss!

In Jake’s Angel, by newcomer Nicole Foster, an embittered—and wounded—Texas Ranger on the trail of a notorious outlaw winds up in a small New Mexican town and is healed, emotionally and physically, by a beautiful widow. Jillian Hart brings us a wonderful Medieval, Malcolm’s Honor, in which a ruthless knight discovers a lasting passion for the feisty noblewoman he is forced to marry.

And don’t miss Lady of Lyonsbridge, the emotional sequel to Lord of Lyonsbridge by Ana Seymour. In the latest novel, a marriage-shy heiress falls for an honorable knight who comes to her estate on his way to pay a kidnapped king’s ransom.

Enjoy! And come back again next month for four more choices of the best in historical romance.

Sincerely,

Tracy Farrell

Senior Editor

The Blushing Bride

Judith Stacy

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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

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter One

California, 1886

Was it too late to run?

Amanda Pierce eyed the freight wagon and its driver across the street from her hotel, and considered turning tail and heading back to San Francisco. Back to clean sheets. Back to gentlemen of good breeding. Back home.

She drew in a deep breath and glimpsed her reflection in the cracked mirror in the corner of the hotel lobby. Blue gown, matching hat set in dark curls, kid shoes. She looked completely out of place in this wide-open, raucous little town of Beaumont at the base of the Sierra Nevada Mountains.

Back in San Francisco this had seemed like a good idea, but now…

Amanda watched her reflection in the mirror and forced herself to square her shoulders and stand a little straighter. True, she wasn’t well-traveled. She wasn’t wise to the ways of the world. But she was twenty-four years old, with enough good sense to accomplish this difficult trip and keep herself safe in the process. Didn’t that count for something? Of course it did.

Fortified now, Amanda ventured onto the boardwalk, careful to avoid the miners and loggers who passed, men in soiled work clothes with unkempt beards. She eyed the freight wagon from the Kruger Brothers’ Lumber and Milling Company across the street. It was the reason she’d come to Beaumont and spent two days in the hotel, watching for its arrival.

Now it was here. Amanda pushed her chin a little higher, drawing up her courage. She could do this. She had to.

That thought carried Amanda across the dirt street, darting between teams of horses and mules, and big rumbling wagons.

“Excuse me, sir?” she called to the driver as she reached the safety of the boardwalk.

His back was to her as he oversaw the loading of supplies into the Kruger wagon. A bear of a man, he wore stained buckskins and a slouch hat yanked down over his unruly gray hair.

Amanda ventured closer. “Sir? Excuse me?”

He half turned, squinting hard at her. “You talking to me, lady?”

Up close his face was like cracked leather, dried and hardened by the elements—at least, the portion of his face Amanda could see above his tangled beard.

“Are you Mr. Harper?” she asked. “Mr. Samuel Harper?”

His eyes narrowed. “Who wants to know?”

She gripped her handbag tighter. “I’m Miss Amanda Pierce, from San Francisco.”

“Yeah, that’s me, all right,” he said, and hitched up his trousers. “’Cept ain’t nobody called me Samuel since last time I was at Sunday services, and I don’t rightly recall just how long ago that was. I go by Shady.”

Amanda hoped he’d been given that nickname because of an affection for leafy trees and not as a testament to his character.

“Mr. Harper, I’m seeking—”

“Call me Shady.”

Amanda managed a small smile. “Yes, certainly…Shady. As I was saying, I need transportation to the Kruger Brothers’ Lumber and Milling Company, and was told you could provide that.”

Shady reared back and eyed her up and down. “You want to go up to the camp?”

“Yes,” Amanda said.

“Up on the mountain?”

“Well, yes,” she said.

“And you want me to take you up there?”

“I was informed there was no other reliable transportation.” Amanda pulled a dog-eared envelope from her handbag. “Mr. Kruger assured me of your honesty, and instructed me to wait at the hotel until you arrived in town, then ride up to the lumber camp with you.”

“Yeah, I make a run up and down the mountain every couple of days.” Shady stroked his long, ragged beard. “It was Jason Kruger that sent for you?”

“Yes,” Amanda said. “He’s expecting me.”

“You?”

She drew in a little breath. “Yes, Mr. Harper, I—”

“Shady.”

“Shady.” Amanda cleared her throat and pressed the envelope closer toward him. “It’s all right here in his instructions.”

“And you’re sure it was Jason Kruger that sent for you?” he asked. “’Cause, now, there’s two of them, you know. There’s Jason and there’s Ethan. They’re brothers.”

Amanda pressed her lips together and waved toward the Kruger Brothers’ Lumber and Milling Company sign painted on the freight wagon in big red letters.

“Yes, I’m aware they’re brothers.”

“Now, Jason, he’s the oldest one, but not by much, as I hear tell,” Shady said. “He’s the one what runs things up on the mountain, you know.”

“I do know that Mr.—Shady,” Amanda said. “I have business with Mr. Kruger. He wrote and asked me to come here.”

“Business, huh?” Shady shrugged and turned back to the wagon. “Well, okay by me, I reckon. I’ll be pulling out of here pretty quick so as to get back to the camp before dark.”

“I’ll get my bag from the hotel,” Amanda said.

Shady turned to her once more. “If’n you’re real sure you want to meet up with Jason Kruger, that is.”

Amanda’s stomach twisted into a knot as the old man squinted at her, and again she was tempted—very tempted—to head for home.

“I’m sure,” Amanda said.

She’d come too far to turn back now.

“What’s wrong now?”

Jason Kruger pulled his boots from the corner of his desk and rocked forward in his chair. He’d just finished his supper and didn’t like the intrusion of one of his men into his office at the end of the day.

The Spartan room wasn’t much to look at with its rough-hewn walls, a couple of desks and cupboards, and a potbellied stove in the corner, but Jason liked the solitude after a hard day’s work. He wanted to look over his new journals, not deal with this man again.

“What is it, Duncan?” Jason asked. “Spit it out.”

The thin, wiry man lingering at the door pulled off his hat and twisted it in his hands.

“Well, boss, I’m sorry to be a bother to you, but….” Duncan shifted from one foot to the other. “Well, my Gladys is having problems with that Polly Minton, and well, this time I—”

Jason cursed and came to his feet. “I told you not to bring your wife here in the first place.”

“Well, yeah, I know, but—”

“No women in camp. That’s my rule. I told you.”

“Yes, sir, and I appreciate you making an exception ’cause she’s my wife, and all, but—”

“Trouble.” Jason cursed again. “Women are nothing but trouble. They don’t belong here. I’ve got no use for women in a logging camp.”

Duncan twisted his hat tighter in his hands. “Yes, boss, I know that, and I’m beholden to you, but—”

“I told you when you brought her here that you were responsible for her,” Jason said. “I want no part of it. You got problems, you handle them.”

“Yes, sir, I know you said that, but, well…” Duncan ventured closer to the desk. “My Gladys and Polly Minton are fighting something fierce. I tried to settle it, I swear I did, but Polly’s took it into her head that Gladys stole from her and they’ve been going at it all day now. You got to help me, Mr. Kruger, you got to.”

Jason fumed silently, staring at the little man. Duncan was a good worker, nimble and surefooted in his job herding the great logs down the river to the millpond. He’d been loyal too. Turnover in the logging camps was high, but Duncan had stuck around. The only trouble he’d ever caused was bringing his wife here with him.

And now she’d been accused of stealing. Jason wouldn’t tolerate theft in the camp. He needed order and discipline among his crew to bring down the giant redwoods and Douglas firs, get them out of the rugged mountains, run them through the sawmill and send them off to market.

He couldn’t let a theft go unpunished. Female or not, he needed to put a stop to this.

Jason blew out his breath, tapping off some of his anger.

“All right, Duncan, I’ll take care of it,” he said.

“I’m beholden to you, boss, I am.” Duncan eased out the door. “I’ll go get my Gladys. That Miz Minton is here, too. I’ll fetch them both. They’re right outside.”

“Women.” Jason pulled on the back of his neck and dropped into his chair again. Bad enough dealing with the problems his crew created. Fights, mostly. A shooting every once in a while. Disagreements between his men could be settled quickly. But women…

Jason mumbled another curse.

The office door opened and Polly Minton and Gladys Duncan walked inside. Jason knew them both. He knew everybody in his logging camp and in the tiny town that had sprung up on its outskirts.

They were both big women. Jason was over six feet tall and Gladys could just about look him square in the eye. Polly ran the laundry and had scrubbed up some mighty impressive arm muscles.

Duncan eased between the women, still twisting his hat.

“Now, Mr. Kruger here, he’s agreed to hear you both out,” Duncan said, “and he’s going to settle this thing once and for all.”

Gladys and Polly glared at each other, then turned to Jason.

“All right,” Jason said. “Tell me what happened. You go first, Mrs. Minton.”

Polly Minton squared her shoulders, enjoying her moment.

“I was just doing the neighborly thing, the Christian thing,” Polly said. “I invited Gladys over to my house a few days ago and we sat a spell before I had to get supper going. Then today I dropped by her place—just to be neighborly—and sitting right there on her windowsill, pretty as you please, there it was.”

Jason frowned. “What?”

“She stole it!” Polly said.

“I did no such thing!” Gladys shouted.

“Stole what?” Jason asked.

“Look here. See for yourself. I brought it along for evidence.” Polly pulled back the cloth cover on the small hamper she’d carried into the office with her. She lifted out a half-eaten apple pie.

“I sneaked me a bite of this pie when Gladys wasn’t looking,” Polly said. “It’s my recipe. No two ways about it, Gladys Duncan stole me apple pie recipe!”

“I did no such thing!” Gladys declared.

“A pie recipe?” Jason got to his feet and turned to Duncan. “You’ve got me involved in this over some damn pie recipe?”

Polly gasped. “That recipe has been in my family for generations. It’s a treasure.”

“Some treasure!” Gladys tossed her head.

Jason pointed at Duncan. “I ought to fire you right now.”

He twisted his hat. “But Mr. Kruger—”

“She stole it while my back was turned,” Polly said. “Stole it because she’s jealous of my cooking.”

Gladys planted her hands on her ample hips. “You’re the jealous one. Jealous because everybody loves my roast chicken.” Gladys turned to Jason. “She’s been after my secret ingredients ever since I came here.”

Polly gasped. “That’s a lie!”

“It is not! You’re the jealous one!”

Jason waved his arms. “All right, now, hold it down.”

“It’s my recipe! I tasted my special ingredients the minute it touched my lips! And Gladys stole it from me! Taste it for yourself, Mr. Kruger. You’ll see.” Polly shoved the pie toward him.

“Mr. Kruger doesn’t want to taste your ol’ pie!” Gladys reached for the pie, bumped the plate and jarred it from Polly’s hand. It landed with a thud on Jason’s desk. Apples splattered across his papers, over his shirt and down his trousers.

There was a collective gasp, then a tense silence filled the office. Jason looked down at the gooey pie clinging to his clothing.

“Where’s my gun?” he asked softly.

Polly whimpered. Gladys groaned.

Duncan pushed his way between the two women. “Now, Mr. Kruger, think about what you’re saying. You can’t really shoot these women.”

“I’m not going to shoot them.” Jason lifted his head slowly. “I’m going to shoot you!”

Gladys burst into tears.

“Now, Mr. Kruger, you don’t want to go and do that.” Duncan wrung his hat fitfully.

“Get these women out of here!” Jason pointed toward the door. “I don’t want to see another woman in my camp!”

“But Mr. Kruger—”

“No more women! Ever!”

The office door opened and Shady Harper ambled inside.

“What do you want, Shady?” Jason snarled.

Shady took in the office with squinted eyes. “I brung you back something from town, boss.”

His face brightened. “My package?”

“Naw. Weren’t no mail today.”

Jason’s frown returned. “Leave it outside, Shady.”

“Don’t think I’d better do that.” Shady wiggled his fingers toward the door. “Come on in here.”

A delicate fragrance drifted into the office seconds before a woman stepped inside, bringing a hush to the room and freezing Jason in place.

She blinked up at him with big blue eyes. “Mr. Kruger? I’m Miss Amanda Pierce from San Francisco.”

He scowled at her. “Yeah?”

“I’m here at your request,” she said.

“My request?”

“Yes, Mr. Kruger. Your request for a wife.”

Chapter Two

“A wife!” Jason shouted.

Amanda glanced around the room at the faces staring at her. “Really, Mr. Kruger, there’s no need to raise your voice.”

“A wife?”

She was tired from her long journey and a headache threatened from the bone-rattling trip up the mountain. This Mr. Kruger was testing the limits of her good manners.

“Yes, Mr. Kruger, a—”

“What about my pie recipe?” Polly demanded.

“And what about her accusing me of stealing?” Gladys asked.

Duncan wrung his hat. “Mr. Kruger, you got to settle this once and for all.”

“Now look, all of you,” Jason said, “I don’t—”

“Excuse me, Mr. Kruger.” Amanda leaned closer and lowered her voice. “You’ve spilled a little pie on your shirt.”

The words just hung there for a moment between the two of them.

“Thank you,” he finally said, grinding out the words between clenched teeth as if he hadn’t the least bit of appreciation for her helpful comment.

He turned to the other women. “Now look, I don’t give a damn about whose pie recipe is whose, or who puts what into their roast chicken, or who stole what recipe. None of it amounts to a hill of ants and I don’t want to hear another word about it.”

Polly bristled. “Well!”

“I never….” Gladys put her nose in the air.

“Get out of my office,” Jason said, “all of you. Come back when you’ve got a serious problem.”

Duncan moaned. “But Mr. Kruger…”

“Excuse me, Mr. Kruger?” Amanda said. “If I may say so, what you have here is, indeed, a serious problem.”

For a moment Jason Kruger looked as if he intended to toss her out of his office along with the others, but Amanda stood firm. He couldn’t give her his full attention until the stolen pie recipe was dealt with, and since Jason wasn’t taking it seriously, she would.

“If I may?” Amanda asked Jason.

He threw both hands up. “Have at it, lady.”

Amanda turned to the women. “As I understand it, one of you thinks the other stole your recipe.”

Polly jerked her head toward Gladys. “She stole my apple pie recipe.”

“And she’s after my roast chicken ingredients,” Gladys said.

“A woman works for years perfecting a recipe. She certainly doesn’t want another woman taking it, then passing it along for everyone to use.” Amanda turned to Jason. “Are you following this, Mr. Kruger?”

He threw her a sour look. “Hanging on every word.”

“Good,” Amanda said. “As I see it, there’s but one way to settle this issue. You ladies will exchange your pie and chicken recipes with each other. Only the two of you will have them. That way you can be assured neither recipe will be passed along to anyone else without fearing that your own recipe will then be passed on in retaliation. How does that sound?”

Gladys and Polly looked at each other, then finally nodded their agreement.

Duncan rushed forward and took Amanda’s hand. “Thank you, ma’am, thank you kindly. This here is surely a load off of my mind.”

He escorted the two women out of the office, then stuck his head back in. “Mr. Kruger, that little lady’s going to make you a fine wife. A real fine wife.”

The door closed, bringing a silence more uncomfortable than the shouting match that had gone on earlier. Jason stared at her, and Amanda found herself pulled into his gaze, held there against her will.

He was tall, with black hair and green eyes that unsettled her. He spent his days in the sunshine; it had deepened the color of his face and etched fine lines at his eyes. He worked hard, too. Thick muscles moved against the sleeves of his pale blue shirt. His shoulders were straight, his chest wide, his waist tight, and his—

Amanda pressed her lips together, containing the little gasp that threatened to fill the silent room. Her gaze collided with his and for a flash of a second he looked as naughty as she felt. Her cheeks warmed. What had he been thinking while staring at her?

Jason frowned. “Do you want to tell me just what the hell is going on here, Miss Pierce?”

“Ain’t you even going to invite the lady to sit down?” Shady snorted.

Amanda had forgotten he was in the room. Jason Kruger seemed to take up all the space, breathe up all the air.

Shady dragged a chair across the room and plunked it down in front of Jason’s desk. “Sit yourself down, ma’am.”

Amanda smiled gratefully as she settled into the chair. In the hours she’d spent in the freight wagon with Shady she’d gotten to know him well and decided she liked him. Gruff and hard-edged on the outside, he was a softy inside.

“Thank you, Shady.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Shady looked at Jason. “Miss Pierce here has had a long, rough trip up the mountain. And she’s only here ’cause you went and sent for her.”

Jason lowered himself into the chair behind his desk and pushed his hand through his hair.

“I haven’t been down off this mountain in months, Miss Pierce,” he said. “There’s no way in hell I could have asked you to marry me.”

“She’s got a letter,” Shady said. “A letter writ by you.”

“It’s a request, actually,” Amanda said, and pulled the letter from her handbag. “You see, Mr. Kruger, I’m here from the Becoming Brides Matrimonial Service.”

Shady chuckled. “Well, I’ll be damned—a catalog bride.”

Jason leaned back in his chair. “Are you saying I ordered you?”

“It’s all right here in your letter.”

He snatched it from her hand. His eyes darted back and forth across the page, then cut over to Shady.

“Go find Ethan.”

“Sure thing, boss.” Shady headed out the door.

Amanda watched Jason read the letter again, then level his gaze at her across the desk.

“Looks like you came a long way for nothing, Miss Pierce,” he said. “I didn’t write this letter.”

Amanda’s stomach squeezed into a knot. He hadn’t written the letter? She’d come all this way for nothing? Endured the hardships of the trip, spent her carefully budgeted money—for nothing?

Amanda shook her head. “Aren’t you Jason Kruger? Isn’t this the Kruger Brothers’ Lumber and Milling Company?”

“Yes. But I’m telling you, Miss Pierce, I didn’t write this letter. I never even heard of the Becoming Brides Matrimonial Service until just now.”

“But…” Amanda sank back in her chair.

The door opened and a man walked inside. Tall, with dark hair and the same green eyes as Jason, they could only be brothers.

Except that this brother was grinning from ear to ear.

He pulled off his hat and nodded politely to Amanda.

“Pleased to meet you, Miss Pierce. I’m Ethan Kruger,” he said. “Shady just told me he brought you up the mountain today.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Kruger.” Her manners were so deeply ingrained they sustained her even in this time of distress.

Ethan turned to Jason. “So, you sent off for a bride, huh? I should let you do the ordering all the time.”

Jason, unamused, pushed himself to his feet. “I didn’t order a bride.”

Ethan frowned and gestured to Jason’s shirt. “Eating at the trough with the pigs again, Jas?”

He looked down at the apple pie still stuck to his shirt and trousers, mumbled a curse, and headed for the washstand in the corner.

Ethan eased onto the corner of the desk. “Tell me, Miss Pierce, have you two set a date for the blessed event?”

“Just shut your mouth,” Jason said, pointing a dripping finger at his brother. “I’m not marrying her. This is all a mistake. Look at the letter.”

Ethan grinned at Amanda, then picked up the letter and looked it over. “This isn’t your handwriting.”

“I know that.” Jason wiped the last of the apple pie from his clothing and flung the rag into the basin.

“Can’t say that I recognize whose it is.” Ethan shook his head. “Must be some sort of a joke.”

“A joke?” Amanda came to her feet.

Ethan chuckled. “It is sort of funny.”

Funny? Amanda’s temper rose. She’d traveled miles and miles from the safety and security of home to come here—and she wasn’t exactly sure where here was—endured hardships, threats to her personal safety, bad manners and foul smells. And the Kruger brothers thought it was funny?

“Somebody made the whole thing up and forged my name,” Jason said to Ethan.

“Who’d do a thing like that?” Ethan asked.

“I don’t know, but I intend to find out.” Jason walked back to his desk.

Ethan shrugged. “Why don’t you just go ahead and marry her?”

Jason stopped short. “What the hell would I do with a wife?”

“If you have to ask that question, you have been up on this mountain too long,” Ethan said with a grin.

Jason’s gaze came up quickly and landed on Amanda. Her cheeks flushed, taking the edge off her anger and reminding her that she was here on business and she should stick to it, even if these two men wouldn’t.

“Mr. Kruger,” she said. “I believe you’ve misunderstood my intentions here. I only—”

“Look, Miss Pierce,” Jason said. “I’m not looking for a wife now or anytime in the future.”

“If you’d just let me explain.”

“The last thing anybody here needs is a wife,” Jason said.

“But—”

“This is a logging camp,” Jason said. “My men work twelve hours a day, six days a week. It’s dangerous work. Just a few seconds of lost concentration can cost a man his life—or the life of the men he’s working with. I’m not having a bunch of women up here distracting my crew from their job. Nobody here wants a wife.”

“Nobody?”

“Nobody.”

Amanda drew in a deep breath. “I see….”

Bitter disappointment coursed through her. She’d pinned so much on this trip. All the plans she’d made—plans that had kept her going in the past few days—were gone. Along with her high hopes for the future.

Amanda swallowed hard, refusing to let her feelings overwhelm her. She’d come here to find out, to learn, to investigate. Now she had her answer.

She drew in a big breath, pumping up her courage. “Well…I suppose there’s nothing left to do but…leave.”

Ethan poked Jason in the arm. “You could at least tell her you’re sorry she came all the way up here for nothing—on account of you.”

“Oh, yeah.” Jason shifted uncomfortably and turned to Amanda. “Look, Miss Pierce, I really am…sorry…you got dragged up here on some wild-goose chase.”

“No you’re not,” Amanda said, her disappointment turning to anger. She’d had enough of the Kruger Brothers’ Lumber and Milling Company, and enough of the Kruger brothers themselves. Jason had made it abundantly clear that he had no use for her whatsoever, and she was in no mood to be patronized.

“Well, look, Miss Pierce—”

“You’re not the least bit sorry I wasted my time, so don’t pretend otherwise,” Amanda told him. “You, Mr. Kruger, are thoughtless, inconsiderate, and rude. Don’t add lying to your list of faults.”

Amanda put her nose in the air and sailed across the office, then looked back at him. “And you have horrible table manners!”

She gave the door a very unladylike slam on her way out.

Jason and Ethan just stood there staring at the closed door.

“Damn….” Jason mumbled.

Ethan grinned. “Yeah, bedding down with her would—”

“That’s not what I was thinking,” Jason said quickly.

“Like hell you weren’t.”

Jason turned away, pacing the width of the office, refusing to look at his brother.

“What are we going to do with her?” Ethan asked, as he pulled matches from the desk drawer and lit the lanterns on the walls.

Jason spun around. “Do with her? I’m not going to do anything with her.”

“It’s too late to get her down the mountain tonight,” Ethan said. “Shady can’t make that trip in the dark. The trail is dangerous enough in broad daylight.”

“She can’t stay here.”

“What do you want to do, Jas? Give her a candle and a map and tell her to start walking?”

Jason grumbled under his breath. “This is why I don’t want women up here. They’re nothing but trouble.”

“Maybe,” Ethan said. “But she’s here now. We’ve got to do something with her.”

“You’re right. I guess she’ll have to stay.” Jason paced a little more, thinking. “Take her over to Mrs. McGee’s place and see if she’ll put her up for the night.”

“Meg…?”

“There’s no other place for a decent woman to stay.”

“Yeah, I know…but…”

“But what?”

“Nothing.” Ethan shifted from one foot to the other. “I can take her over there…I reckon.”

Outside, Amanda stood on the porch holding on to the rough support column and gazing around at the logging camp. What little she could see of it, at least. When she’d arrived earlier, she had only gotten a vague impression of the camp, and that wasn’t much to go on now that it was dark.

Off in the distance a few windows glowed yellow with lantern light. She made out shadowy silhouettes of buildings and a couple of dark figures passing in front of them. A cool breeze blew. A dog barked somewhere.

If she had good sense she might be frightened, Amanda decided. But right now she was simply too tired, too angry, and too disappointed to feel anything else.

She needed to find Shady Harper and ask him to take her down the mountain tonight. But where was he? The freight wagon she’d arrived in was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Shady. She had no idea where to look for him.

The little cluster of buildings that Shady had called a town was only a short walk east. Maybe he was there. If not, surely she’d find a hotel where she could spend the night. All she had to do was get there without falling over something and killing herself stumbling along in the dark.