Mail-Order Bride Ink: Dear Mr. Weaver Read Online Free PDF

times to clear them. She wanted to observe the beautiful countryside, as the road cut through a gently rolling landscape full of apple, pear and cherry orchards. In the distance were the legendary forests and mountains of the Northwest. It was lovely … to look at. But the air made her sneeze and hack until she couldn’t see straight. How was she ever to live in this place?
    Suddenly a line of wooden buildings came into view. “Nowhere! Now entering Nowhere!” the driver called from his perch atop the stagecoach.
    Sheriff Hughes peered out the window, a huge smile on his face. “Well, Miss Knudsen, here we are! Trust me when I tell you, you’re going to love it! Like I said before, Nowhere is a wonderful little town.” He suddenly straightened. “Great Scott, I forgot to ask – who is your intended?”
    “Daniel Weaver is his name.”
    Sheriff Hughes looked at her in shock. “Daniel Weaver ?”
    Ebba’s heart leapt into her throat. Oh no, is there something wrong with the man? Sheriff Hughes must know him; he’d been here often enough from the sound of it. “You … have met him?”
    “Well, of course – I know the whole Weaver clan! Wonderful people! I plan on spending a lot of time out there this trip.”
    “You do?” she said in surprise. Well, that’s a relief, she thought. “What is he like, my intended?”
    “Young Daniel is the only one of those boys not yet hitched. It’s about time he got himself a wife. You’re marrying into a fine family, Miss Knudsen.”
    Ebba closed her eyes with a sigh. “That is good to know, Sheriff.”
    The stagecoach slowed as they reached the center of town and Ebba had a sudden burst of excitement. “This is it!”
    “Yes, it certainly is,” the sheriff agreed, a happy gleam in his eye.
    Ebba caught the look and smiled. “You must be very excited to see your sister and nephews.”
    “And a few other folks. Looks like you and I will be seeing each other a lot while I’m here.”
    “Yes, I’m sure we will.” She took her handkerchief and dabbed at her nose. “I must look like a mess.”
    “You look fine. Daniel’s ma is good at mixing things up to fix an ailment. It’s like I said before, the folks in this town will do what they can to help you.”
    “I have never lived in a small town before. You make it sound so nice.”
    “Because it is, Miss Knudsen,” he said as the stage came to a stop.
    “Nowhere, folks!” the stagecoach driver called.
    Ebba’s heart fluttered. She was about to meet her intended! She hoped her nose wasn’t as red as it felt. How could it not be, as often as she blew it? But Daniel Weaver would have to get used to that. So would everyone else in town, for that matter.
    The driver climbed down and opened the stagecoach door. “Let me help you, miss,” he said, then got a good look at her. “Er … are you okay?”
    “Yes. It’s just all the sneezing, you see.”
    “Yeah,” he said as he stared. “I do see.”
    Her eyes widened and she quickly glanced around. Lovely. Her nose was probably as red as a cherry! “I think it’s from all the trees here. The orchards …”
    The stagecoach driver gulped. “I hope you’re here for a short visit then, missy, or you’re in for a heap of suffering.”
    Tears stung the back of her eyes. “I’m here to get married,” she said weakly.
    “Oh. I’m sorry.” He made it sound as if someone had just died. At the moment, she felt like she certainly could. She didn’t want her intended to see her like this, but what could she do? She took the hand the driver offered and disembarked.
    Sheriff Hughes followed and stood next to her, glancing around. “I don’t see Leona anywhere,” he remarked.
    “Do you see my intended?”
    “No, none of the Weaver clan. I wonder where everyone is.”
    A woman stared down at them from the boardwalk in front of a mercantile. She was well dressed and stood like she owned the place. Maybe she’s the mayor’s wife , Ebba mused. That is, if the