A Bargain For A Bride: Clean mail order bride romance (Montana Passion Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

go next.” She left her maid to oversee the transporting of their trunks, but when she realized there was no porter coming out to help, she bade the girl to give one handle to her. Together, they wrestled all their worldly possessions around to the front of the station, letting them fall to the wooden boards with a loud thud when they took in the town in front of them.
    It was barren. Except for a few squat, clapboard buildings, there was nothing to break up the gray countryside, nothing to stop the eye from seeing all the way to the mountains in the distance. A wide dirt path ran between the two buildings, cutting a road far wider than any Moira had ever seen. The reason immediately became clear as she made out jumbles of hoof prints in the frozen road, scars left by what had to have been thousands of cattle.
    “My lady?” Gretchen began, but she stopped. She had no question, at least not one she could expect Moira to know the answer to. Moira just stood, staring, taking it all in as she tried to formulate her next move.
    “Surely there’s a boarding house here,” she thought aloud, speaking more to herself than to her maid’s unspoken question. “’Why have a train depot, or a rail stop at all, if there’s nowhere to stay?”
    “We can ask after this man, no?” Gretchen said in a hushed voice, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that they were newcomers and were already lost. Just as Moira opened her mouth to call out to the tall man, the only other soul standing in front of the station, he turned and strode toward them, a look of derision clear on his face.
    He stopped only a few feet from them and looked from one girl to the other, his eyes roving back and forth several times before stopping on Moira’s. He nodded curtly, no sign of recognition in his gray eyes. A faint scar above his upper lip twitched lightly when he spoke.
    “You. You’re the Brandon girl? I’ll take you. Someone will come along for the other one soon, I suppose.” Moira blinked in surprise, trying to decipher his words. His accent was not so unrecognizable as to be foreign; in fact, it felt almost familiar, but the words he spoke made so little sense that surely he wasn’t speaking their language.
    “I’m sorry? Pardon my ignorance, but I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” Moira said, standing taller and assuming the same stance she used with servants and business acquaintances of her father’s.
    “I’m Pryor MacAteer. I’m here to fetch you,” he said, as though that explained everything. He paused, then seemed to remember himself before taking off his hat and grabbing Moira’s hand, shaking it forcefully by way of greeting. Gretchen reached out her hands to steady her mistress, holding her firmly by her upper arms to keep her from toppling over at the near-thrashing.
    “ Fetch me?” Moira asked. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”
    “Oh. Okay. I’m here to pick you up? To take you to my cabin?”
    “Why ever on earth would I go to your cabin?”
    “Because I have an order here to pick you up? I placed the ad, and they sent you out. I paid your fare, remember?” Moira and Gretchen exchanged quizzical looks, then turned back to the man in the cowboy hat and denim pants, waiting for him to explain. “You are Mara Brandon, right?”
    “No, the name is Moira Brennan. Lady Moira Brennan, of the house of Brennan,” she said slowly, watching for some kind of understanding to cross his face. It never did. Instead, he reached behind him into a deep pocket sown to the outside of his thick wool coat and retrieved a piece of worn yellow paper.
    “I got this here letter in the post, had to go all the way down to the fort to pick it up. Says here that you’re gonna be my bride.” He held out the piece of paper, but Moira jumped back from it as though he held out a live snake clasped in his gloveless hand. She finally peered at it and sure enough, her name was in faint typed letters across the top of the