Why don't people return books they borrowed from friends? Something Borrowed is a novel by Emily Giffin.
When the ranch hands order him a mail-order bride, he plans to send her on the first train back home.Until he sees his bride-to-be.In Morrow Creek, she is an undercover journalist with an exposé to write.Morrow Creek is a novella.
This story is part of the Morrow Creek series.novellas and short stories are included in the series.
When the ranch hands order him a mail-order bride, he plans to send her on the first train back home.Until he sees his bride-to-be.In Morrow Creek, she is an undercover journalist with an exposé to write.
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It was probably time to rethink a few things when a man couldn't pick out his fiancée from the crowd of people on the train platform.The way he was living.He had honorable intentions.The vaqueros he employed depended on and trusted far too much.
At the Morrow Creek train depot, where he was standing in confusion, he thought this was what he deserved for letting down his guard.He was deserving of cinders and sparks.He deserved a lot of travelers, train whistles, and coal smoke.He deserved a mail-order bride that he hadn't ordered.
She was ordered by the vaqueros at his ranch.For him.It's secret.Giddily.It's inconveniently.To squash her expectations that they were to be wed, it was up to Everett.
As he paced the length of the depot platform, he felt provoked by the sudden turn of events.The sun shone down on him.The morning breeze was threatening to steal his hat.Travelers did not wear the red hat with a jaunty blue ribbon that his hypothetical bride-to-be was supposed to be wearing.None of them looked at him with knitted brows, trying to match his farcical written description.None of them perked up at his approach.They were all vulnerable because none of them seemed hopeful.
He knew about romantic hopefulness.He didn't want any part of it.Not anymore.He had learned that from his calamitous experiences with Miss Abbey O'Neill.Without sentimental mush, he was better off.And need.And hoping.He thought that Miss Nellie Trent was there.
"Patrn!"One of his interfering ranch handsclomped his boots.Wait!You forgot your wristband!
There was a hank of blue fabric that Casper waved at his face.It was damaged.It was seen.It had saddle leather and tobacco.
Squinting at it, he wasn't sure if it was a sock or not.The same quality that every ranch hand's worldly goods acquired after some time in the bunkhouse is what it had.What's worse is that Casper was hell-bent on tying it on his arm.
It should have been expected that Casper would blink in surprise.The boy was the newest and most reckless of his ranch hands.
You have to wear a blue armband, patrn!He said in a tone of concern.How else will Miss Trent find you?
He set his jaw in silent confirmation of that plan.He came to the depot because of that.He was going to buy his fiancée a return train ticket, meet Miss Trent, and hope she was a reasonable woman who wouldn't kick up too much of a fuss about canceling their wedding.
This will help find her.Casper fixed the length of blue fabric around his arm because he didn't want to be earmarked for love.He wrenched a firm knot with a yank of his cowpuncher's fist, all but brimming over with misguided optimism and youthful naveté.There.You look like you want to meet your bride!
With a saint's forbearance, Everett shook his head and said that the older men had probably been the ringleaders in this whole imbroglio, even if they were letting Casper stick out his neck.He sighed.I'm not getting married for the twelfth time.
I know you want to send her away, patrn.You told us this morning.The gesture of rubbing his nose with his hand was unaffectedly boyish.He grinned.You told us that Miss Trent would be back on the train before she touched the ground.
He had said that.During this morning's kerfuffle, he said a lot more.He didn't bother with mollycoddling in rejecting their scheme.The words "damn fools" and "pack your duffels" had been said.
I meant what I said.It was his way.It had always been that way.I don't want a wife.I do not need a wife.I will not have a wife.
When you see her, you'll change your mind.I think you would pay five dollars.
The people nodded.It was a pleasure for Casper to do so.The others are Hellfire.They nodded.When a man couldn't trust his own vaqueros not to stab him in the back with a bow and arrow, he did not know what the world was going to be like.