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English Patience

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87 pages
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Nov 17, 2016
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9781370312603
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A Delicate Dancing Angel For The Tough Texas Cowboy - A former ballet dancer from England becomes a mail order bride to a Texas rancher and a caretaker for his young daughter; but when she arrives she realizes that the hot and dry weather may be her undoing.

The Jilted English Woman & The Texas Cowboy With A Secret - A disgraced woman from England is sent to the American west by her family, because she is unmarried and had an affair. She finally meets her intended after a long voyage and he appears cold and distant. She eventually discovers a secret about him that could provide an entrance into his heart and love.

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Nov 17, 2016
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9781370312603
Format:
Livre

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Doreen Milstead

Copyright 2016 Susan Hart

A Delicate Dancing Angel For The Tough Texas Cowboy

The Jilted English Woman & The Texas Cowboy With A Secret

A Delicate Dancing Angel For The Tough Texas Cowboy

Synopsis: A Delicate Dancing Angel For The Tough Texas Cowboy - A former ballet dancer from England becomes a mail order bride to a Texas rancher and a caretaker for his young daughter; but when she arrives she realizes that the hot and dry weather may be her undoing.

Lili stared through the dusty window at the landscape sliding by. Shades of brown bled into reds and oranges until they all faded into the distant horizon. Bedraggled trees slouching beside narrow streams interrupted the drabness from time to time. London may have been a crowded city of dirt and noise, but at least one had the option of getting out to the green countryside now and again.

Here, any hint of green seemed swallowed by the vast expanse of bare earth. What wouldn’t she give for a glimpse of her native green hills and cool mists of England? She had dampened her handkerchief at the last stop, but the fine linen now lay clenched within her fist, brown and dry like everything else around her.

Amarillo, next stop, Amarillo, Texas. The conductor made his way through the swaying car. Seeing her eyes on him, the man touched his cap politely. I believe this is your stop, Miss. We will be here for some time so there is no hurry. You will find it more pleasant if you allow the coach cars to empty first.

Thank you, sir. Lili hated how small her voice sounded. She wasn’t a child to let a strange place and even stranger people to scare her. She straightened her shoulders as Madam Taglioni had taught her and offered the old man a slight bow. I’m sure I will be well.

An artist never lets the public see the pain. As a girl, Lili would have done anything to please the former ballerina. Now, Madam Maria Taglioni was far away and surely, there was no one here who knew anything of art. The ache of Leon’s betrayal went far deeper than the bruised and broken feet that the dance demanded.

Bah, you are a fool to weep over such a man. To leave the dance to bury yourself in the wilderness . . . it is an outrage! The lilting music of M. Taglioni’s Italian accent came to her over the clattering wheels of the train. Lili feared her instructor was right, but now it was too late. The papers had been signed, an agreement made.

Within days, she would wed a stranger.

Lili fought back the shiver that defied the appalling heat. True, this was a business arrangement, nothing more. She would wear her treasured wedding dress for the benefit of a rough farmhand rather than the elegant Leon d'Mille. It was Charlotte Grisi who would be twirling and leaping across the stage in his arms tonight. It was Charlotte who would feel the warmth of his kisses and drown in the depths of his gaze.

Hot tears pricked the backs of her eyes. Lili blinked furiously to control them. The faithless Leon would not claim one more of her tears. She had made her choice, and unlike her former lover who cared little for keeping promises, there was no going back.

A shrill whistle and the squealing of brakes announced her arrival at her new home. Lili gripped the carpetbag at her feet and stood on knees that threatened to give way. Despite the recommendation of the conductor, she resolved to face her future with straight shoulders and raised chin. She was no shrinking violet to hide upon the train while someone else took care of her.

As soon as the train quaked to a stop, Lili stepped to the platform and peered through the cloud of hot steam hissing from the train’s brakes. Dismayed, she stared at the huddle of shacks behind the rough plank station. Could this really be all there was to the town? A sour grunt had her moving away from the stairs.

The carpetbag weighed heavily in her hand and the unrelenting sun beat through the dark material of her traveling dress.

C’n I take that for ya, miss? A brown-skinned urchin grinned up at her with sparkling eyes. He took her bag in a sure grip and led her to the dubious shade of the station. It be a scorcher t’day for sure and certain. Old Joe claims there will be a storm later, but who listens to him? He’s never right half so much as he’s wrong.

The boy chortled and sent her a wink. Do you have a trunk, Miss? If you have yer claim ticket, I can claim it for ya. You just stay in this nice cool shade and I’ll be right back. the boy nipped the claim ticket from her unresisting hand and ran toward the baggage car calling for someone named ‘Slim’.

Don’t worry Miss. Billy is a good boy, no harm in ‘im.

Lili turned toward the man who had spoken, the station manager judging by the way he held a battered clipboard in his hand. Thank you, I wasn’t worried so much as surprised. Is he always like that?

Yes, Miss. Lost his folks in an Indian raid a few years back and he makes himself useful about town to earn some coins.

Lili stared after the boy who seemed to be having an intense discussion with the baggage handler. Oh, how awful. The poor boy.

Don’t be lettin’ Billy hear you call him a boy. The stationmaster spat a stream of brown juice through the gap in his teeth. He’s a man in spirit if not in years.

But he’s just a boy. Lili watched as Billy helped slide her trunk to a waiting handcart.

No ma’am. When you see the things that boy seen and live to tell the tale, yer a boy no longer.

The station manager moved away to speak with the engineer who had climbed from his steel beast. Lili watched Billy push her trunk along on the handcart. What had the boy seen to earn that tone of respect from a grown man?

There you go miss, do you have a place to stay tonight? If not, I recommend ‘Maude’s Place’ It ain’t so big and fancy as the Palace, but the food is much better.

Why, I don’t know. I was supposed to be met, but the train was delayed and I don’t know that they are here. Lili dug into her reticule in search of a coin. I thank you for your help though.

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