Adventure For A Bride: A clean historical mail order bride romance (Montana Passion Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

on a stagecoach with Lord only knows who, going on for days and days with other menfolk riding with her!” Wyatt fired back, and Pryor saw through just one layer of his façade. Wyatt had known Anna Mae since they were little kids learning to read together in the one-room schoolhouse; now this Millie, Wyatt had no idea who she was or what her past was like. But that didn’t let him off the hook for being a liar.
    “That’s your cheap excuse for not liking her? She took a stage coach instead of the train? And did you think the train car was gonna be full of nothing but women all the way from New York? Train or coach, it makes no difference. She was traveling all this way to see you, remember? If she wanted to dally with some other man, she could’a done that back home and saved herself the trip!”
    Pryor flushed red to the top of his scalp at the way they were discussing a female. Moira would tan his hide if she could hear him, and he silently thanked the Lord that she was laid up in the bed with their new baby. Wyatt didn’t answer, but he looked away from his friend’s steely gaze.
    “Look, Wyatt,” Pryor said quietly, aware that their argument had brought some prying eyes out into the open. “I know this is hard. I can’t even imagine all you’ve been through. But you have to give her a chance. She’s come all this way, and it’s not her fault you decided not to tell her the whole story.”
    “I don’t have to explain myself to anybody. And I sure don’t need to go telling people about my Anna Mae. They don’t deserve to even know her, let alone pry into her life,” he answered defiantly.
    “Well, if you don’t tell Miss Carter, I will. And that’s a promise.” Pryor turned to go, but Wyatt shouted after him.
    “You don’t got any right to go talking about Anna Mae!”
    “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. I dug her grave, if you remember correctly, and it’s my wife who left home for days on end to care for her until the last minute she drew breath. Your dead wife is wearing my wife’s dress, a dress made from the cloth I paid for by working my land. And who do you think has been feeding your young’uns all this time? I’d say that does give me every right to tell this new lady what she’s getting herself into, since you haven’t decided to do it. Did you even tell Miss Carter you have children?”
    Wyatt didn’t answer, and Pryor swore under his breath before kicking at the ground in front of him.
    “I don’t have to go telling people my business, and those children are my business. Anyone who wants to know about ‘em can come out here and look me in the eye first!” Wyatt proclaimed, crossing his arms defiantly in front of his chest as if that somehow settled it.
    “Well, good. Because Miss Carter has done that. So I’d say you have some explaining to do before the next train comes!” Pryor shot back. “And you either tell her the truth about Anna Mae before sundown, or I will!”
    “Who’s Anna Mae?” a bright voice called out behind him.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    “I said, who’s Anna Mae?” Millie repeated, looking between the two men for an explanation. Instead of answering, they stared each other down, each daring the other to speak. It was Pryor who broke the silence first.
    “Anna Mae is Mr. Flynn’s wife,” he said cautiously, choosing those exact words purposely so she would know exactly what kind of situation she’d fallen into. His words hit their mark, and he was pained by the look of surprised hurt on her face.
    “Your wife?” she whispered. “But… I came all this way, I bought the supplies the agency told me I’d need… and you have a wife? How could you be so cruel?”
    “You don’t know anything!” Wyatt shouted at her, causing Mille to recoil slightly before she recovered herself and stood up taller as if to defy his anger. Pryor shoved him backwards with a push to his chest, then stepped in front of Millie.
    “You will not speak that way to a