WESTERN ROMANCE: A Settler’s Wife’s Dreams (Contemporary Westerns Historical Romance, Cowboy Romance) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Melodie Grace
norms of the day. Some men could handle it, or at least abide it, especially since Lisa was smart and pulled her own weight. Pulling her own weight seemed to cut her a lot of slack with most men; even those who were used to women that fell into the role of being passive and needing help like they had been taught to their entire lives.
Lisa wondered if she should go to the Sheriff and tell him what happened, but decided against it. If she talked to the Sheriff he would surely come out and try to tell Frank how he was wrong to let his wife do as she pleased, and then Frank would tell the Sheriff off and things would go poorly from there. No, Lisa decided, she would go and find the horse shoe that she needed, a few of the small nails that worked the best, and try to make it home before the sun went down.
She could only hope that the Indian was spooked and took off in fear of a search party going out and looking for him. If the Indian was bold and waited in ambush by the road, Lisa might very well be in some serious trouble. She'd never killed a man before, and wondered if she had it in her.
Part 2: A Trip To The City
Chapter 1
The town hustled and bustled with an astonishing amount of people Lisa wasn't used to. Living in the cottage with Frank sometimes made her forget that there was a world outside of their little homestead, and trips to town like this one were exactly what she needed to rekindle the sense of adventure that had filled her with excitement when she was a child and people had spoken of settling land in the land out west.
Iowa may not have been as far west as California and the gold rushers there, but it was much farther out west than most of her east coast relations would ever venture.
Lisa rode Jeb to the nearest stable and turned him over to the young boy out front.
“Could you just wash him down and baby him a little bit?” Lisa asked.
“Well I sure can miss,” the boy answered, taking the reins from her hands.
Not until after she had walked away to window shop on main street did she realize that she'd never inquired about what the payment would be. She wondered if the young boy would even charge her. She’d heard that sometimes people in town did little things like that no charge as long as the people riding in from the country did something to stir the economy; it was a kind of an incentive and a sharing in the little hardships of country travel that served to lessen their sting. Lisa thought that there might be a chance she could acquire the horse shoe and nails for free as well since they were such small things that many of the city folk would have in abundance just laying around.
She wondered what things she had that the city people didn't, what little things she had access to in her day to day activities that a city slicker would find intriguing. Frank had told her once that a doctor had paid him for a map of where morel mushrooms grew at in the forest. The doctor had gone on to tell Frank that he had an interest in all kinds of fungi, and that any kind of specimens that Frank gathered in his travels should be brought to the doctor and he would buy them for a fair price. The richer folk in the city seemed to have some eccentricities about them, but she found them interesting instead of obnoxious like Frank did.
Lisa walked down the main street, window-shopping as she looked at dresses and household appliances on display behind the big window pains of busy stores. The gangplanks creaked loudly as she walked, making her glance with worry at some of the boards that bowed in badly, as if they were going to break at any moment. She found it strange to think that the city didn't take care of the walkway and that each individual store had the responsibility of fixing up the boards that broke in front of them.
She wasn't an economics professor at some fancy university. It reasoned that if the stores were essential to the survival of the town then the city should see to it that the people
Lisa wondered if she should go to the Sheriff and tell him what happened, but decided against it. If she talked to the Sheriff he would surely come out and try to tell Frank how he was wrong to let his wife do as she pleased, and then Frank would tell the Sheriff off and things would go poorly from there. No, Lisa decided, she would go and find the horse shoe that she needed, a few of the small nails that worked the best, and try to make it home before the sun went down.
She could only hope that the Indian was spooked and took off in fear of a search party going out and looking for him. If the Indian was bold and waited in ambush by the road, Lisa might very well be in some serious trouble. She'd never killed a man before, and wondered if she had it in her.
Part 2: A Trip To The City
Chapter 1
The town hustled and bustled with an astonishing amount of people Lisa wasn't used to. Living in the cottage with Frank sometimes made her forget that there was a world outside of their little homestead, and trips to town like this one were exactly what she needed to rekindle the sense of adventure that had filled her with excitement when she was a child and people had spoken of settling land in the land out west.
Iowa may not have been as far west as California and the gold rushers there, but it was much farther out west than most of her east coast relations would ever venture.
Lisa rode Jeb to the nearest stable and turned him over to the young boy out front.
“Could you just wash him down and baby him a little bit?” Lisa asked.
“Well I sure can miss,” the boy answered, taking the reins from her hands.
Not until after she had walked away to window shop on main street did she realize that she'd never inquired about what the payment would be. She wondered if the young boy would even charge her. She’d heard that sometimes people in town did little things like that no charge as long as the people riding in from the country did something to stir the economy; it was a kind of an incentive and a sharing in the little hardships of country travel that served to lessen their sting. Lisa thought that there might be a chance she could acquire the horse shoe and nails for free as well since they were such small things that many of the city folk would have in abundance just laying around.
She wondered what things she had that the city people didn't, what little things she had access to in her day to day activities that a city slicker would find intriguing. Frank had told her once that a doctor had paid him for a map of where morel mushrooms grew at in the forest. The doctor had gone on to tell Frank that he had an interest in all kinds of fungi, and that any kind of specimens that Frank gathered in his travels should be brought to the doctor and he would buy them for a fair price. The richer folk in the city seemed to have some eccentricities about them, but she found them interesting instead of obnoxious like Frank did.
Lisa walked down the main street, window-shopping as she looked at dresses and household appliances on display behind the big window pains of busy stores. The gangplanks creaked loudly as she walked, making her glance with worry at some of the boards that bowed in badly, as if they were going to break at any moment. She found it strange to think that the city didn't take care of the walkway and that each individual store had the responsibility of fixing up the boards that broke in front of them.
She wasn't an economics professor at some fancy university. It reasoned that if the stores were essential to the survival of the town then the city should see to it that the people
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