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  Mail Order Surprise

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  Misty Malone

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  Table of Contents:

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  About the Author

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  Chapter One

  Laramie, Wyoming, 1890

  It was a cool spring day as the train pulled up to the station in Laramie, but there wasn't anything cool about how Georgia Langley felt. She couldn't remember ever being this nervous before in her life, all twenty-two years of it. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, squared her shoulders and held her head high. She did one more check to be sure her hat was straight, before standing. It was time to meet her soon-to-be-husband, Austin Barrington.

  She'd never met him, or even seen a picture, which was part of the reason she was so nervous. But truth be told, there was also one other small matter that caused her concern. She hadn't told her father and two brothers where she'd gone. They thought she was visiting her mother's sister, Aunt Sue Ellen, in New York. If this worked out, she would send a telegram home to Boston to let them know she was okay. If it didn't, unless she could find some kind of employment, hopefully teaching, as she'd been doing in Boston, she would be forced to send a telegram to her father and ask for help getting home.

  She put that out of her mind as she stepped off the train and started looking around. She'd memorized the description he'd given of himself. She was looking for a man who was tall, with broad shoulders, dark brown hair, and brown eyes. He said he was twenty-nine. A quick scan didn't reveal anyone matching that description, which worried her more. She knew it wasn't at all unusual for a man to be less than truthful about his appearance when he's trying to lure a lady. She had been suspicious when he said he was twenty-nine and owned a ranch. How could a man of twenty-nine own a ranch? It sounded like a rather large ranch, at that.

  Looking in front of her again, she still didn't see anyone matching that description, so she turned and started walking toward the railroad office. As she was about to the door, she heard a voice behind her. "Georgia Langley?"

  She turned around to look and ran into a solid wall. Well, maybe not a wall, but it could have been. A tall man with dark hair and a wide, muscular chest reached out to steady her. She had to look up to see that he had warm brown eyes, and a welcoming smile. She froze. This man was beyond handsome. Could he really be Austin Barrington?

  "Ma'am, are you okay?"

  His deep baritone voice snapped her out of her daze. "Yes, I'm sorry," she stammered. "I'm Georgia Langley. Are you Austin Barrington?"

  "I am. You're just as lovely as I pictured you would be when I read your letters."

  She felt her face flush, and looked down. "Your description of yourself was very accurate, as well."

  "My wagon is over this way," he said, taking her valise. "Let's get your trunks and I'll load them up."

  "I didn't bring any trunks. I have another valise that's a little larger than this one, but that's all."

  He turned and studied her a few moments, before smiling. "No problem. We can buy you whatever you need. We'll get you settled in and comfortable. Then we'll make a list of things you'll need for living at the ranch. There's a good general store here in Laramie and they should have everything. There are some good dress makers, as well, and we can get you to one of them and get some dresses ordered for you."

  Georgia was a little confused. She hadn't brought much with her, partly because she only brought what she could carry herself, but partly because she'd talked to people and read stories in the newspaper about life out west.
She was under the impression that people didn't have a lot, and therefore, they didn't have a lot of clothes. She didn't bring any of her gowns, assuming she wouldn't have need of them. She brought what she thought would be sufficient for life on a ranch, however.

  She had to wonder if Austin, even at only twenty-nine years of age, somehow had a large ranch that did very well, and would expect her to dress in fine clothes, and throw lavish parties. Apparently her understanding that people didn't have much out west wasn't too accurate.

  She realized he was looking at her, waiting for a response, so she quickly thought back to what he'd said. "I wasn't sure what all I would need out here. I brought what I thought would be sufficient, but I may have guessed wrong."

  "You said you've never lived on a ranch before, so I expected there would be things we'd need to get for you, like a good pair of boots. We'll see what all you need in the first few days and make a list. There's no hurry, we'll just see how it goes."

  He seemed so easy going and generous, she felt herself starting to relax a bit. Her nerves were beginning to settle. They'd gotten to the platform where the luggage had been unloaded, and she pointed to her other, much larger, valise. It had been a bit of a struggle for her to get it to the train herself, but he seemed to pick it up with remarkable ease. He carried both of them in one hand, while using the other to guide her with a gentle hand on her back in the direction of his wagon.

  "This is my wagon," he said, stopping. He put her valises in the back, then turned to face her. Talking quietly, so no one would overhear them, he asked the very thing she had been concerned about. "Now, we need to talk a minute. I know you came out here with the idea of becoming my bride, and now that I've met you, I'm even more anxious for that to happen. However, I know you must be nervous. You've come a long way, and even though I feel we've gotten to know each other through our letters, we've just met in person. I want to make this as easy for you as possible. If you're ready, we can go see the preacher and get married now. If you'd rather, I can get you a room at the hotel for a couple days. We'll have supper, then you can stay in town here, I'll go back to the ranch tonight and be back in here tomorrow morning. We can spend the day together and get to know each other a little better. We can wait until you feel ready to get married."

  Georgia was stunned. He'd never mentioned anything like this in his letters, but it was a very generous, kind offer. Before she could answer, he continued. "If we get to know each other and you decide I'm not the kind of man you want for a husband; I'll buy you a ticket on the train back home."

  Now she was more than shocked. There was a lot here that didn't make a lot of sense to her. Austin obviously had means. He sent her the ticket to come out, and she knew it couldn't have been cheap. Now he was offering to pay for a hotel room, which is an added expense, and offered a ticket back home if she decided she didn't want to marry him. He obviously was not destitute. He was also very good looking. Why would a handsome man who was financially stable, at the least, send for a mail order bride? You would think local ladies would be lining up to be his wife. Maybe she should stay in the hotel until she could think this through and get to know him better.

  On the other hand, he'd been nothing but a gentleman, and hadn't misrepresented anything in any of his letters. She hated to make him spend the money on a hotel, and make him lose a day or two of working on his ranch to come to town to court her.

  She was trying to make sense of the situation, when he spoke again. "I have an idea. Why don't we go get some lunch? That will give us a little time to get to know each other, and I know you must have questions you'd like to ask me. I'll answer anything you want to know, and I'll answer it honestly."

  She looked up at him when he said the last part. "Honesty is very important to me," he said by way of explanation. "I think it is necessary in a relationship, such as marriage. I will always be honest with you, and I expect the same from you. A marriage based on lies isn't going to be strong, and that's not what I want. My parents believed in total honesty, and that's the way they brought me up. They had a lot of respect for each other and were very much in love, and I want the same kind of marriage. So I want you to feel free to ask me anything, and I'll answer you honestly. After all, I'm asking you to share your life with me. You have every right to know what that life I'm asking you to share will be like."

  Her respect for this man was growing by the minute. "Thank you," she said. "I do have a few questions."

  "Let's go to the hotel. They have a very good restaurant, and we can talk." He offered his arm, which she took, and he led them to the restaurant, where he asked for a quiet table in the back. The waitress smiled and led them to a small area with only a few tables, none of which were occupied. Georgia saw the waitress giving her a good look as she was leaving. She seemed curious, but not rude.

  Austin seated Georgia before sitting down. "I was hoping this section would be empty. This will give us some privacy so we can talk freely. Order anything you like, but they have very good fried chicken here, and I saw on the board that their special today is pot roast, which is also very good. That's what I'm going to have."

  "That sounds very good. I think I'll have that, as well. And some milk, if they have it."

  "You like milk?"

  "Very much."

  "Good. That's one thing we have a lot of at the ranch." The waitress came back, and Austin ordered for both of them, including two glasses of milk. "We may want some pie afterwards, with coffee." The waitress thanked him and left. "If you can, save room for pie. Their cook makes very good pies."

  "I'll try, but the meal sounds awfully big."

  "Maybe we can take some home, or you can take it to your hotel room for later, if you choose to stay in town. What questions would you like to ask me, Georgia?"

  "In your letters I got the impression you have a rather large ranch, and I know you have cattle. Do you have other animals?"

  "We do have cattle. We milk some cows, but that's mostly so we have milk for us and our ranch hands. We have mainly beef cattle. We also breed and sell horses, though, and we have a few chickens, again, mostly for us and the hands."

  "Will I be able to do anything involved with the ranch, other than in the house?"

  "It would be helpful if you would take care of the chickens. I'll show you how to feed them and gather the eggs every day. The hands will take care of cleaning out the pens when they need it."

  "That sounds like fun." She asked a few more questions, what the weather was like in Wyoming, and how far they have to travel to get to town, or to church. He answered each of them, making sure he'd answered what she wanted to know.

  Her next question surprised him. "Do you have parties; will I be expected to plan and cook for lavish parties?"

  His eyebrows raised. "I've never had any lavish parties," he answered, "nor would I know how to act if I went to one. People out here are generally kept busy at home. Parties are few and far between. We do have occasional barn dances, or a wedding reception, but no, I don't throw parties." He looked a little concerned. "Will that be a disappointment? Are you used to lavish parties?"

  "No, not at all," she assured him. "But you seemed a little upset that I didn't have any trunks, so I thought maybe I should have brought a few gowns with me. From what I'd read, people don't live lavishly out here, so I didn't bring a lot with me. I was wondering if maybe I should have brought more."

  "We don't live lavishly out here at all. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression earlier. When you said you had another valise, I pictured another one the size of the small one, and I didn't think much would fit in them. You're much smaller than I am, so I'm sure more of your clothes will fit in them than mine. I meant what I said, though; we'll buy anything you don't have, like a good pair of boots."

  "I have a pair of boots. I don't know if they're the kind you need for a ranch, but I have a pair of boots."

  "Good. Maybe they'll work for a couple days, anyway, and we'll see what else you may need."<
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  She felt better, and as they ate lunch and talked more, she felt more and more at ease with him. He seemed to be a gentleman. He made that clear when he said he wanted to talk a minute about their marriage bed.

  She turned red again, but nodded. She knew he had a right, as her husband, to expect her to be his wife in every way.

  He looked around to be sure no one else was within hearing distance, then leaned forward and spoke softly. "From the day we're married, I would like us to sleep together, in the same bed. I think that's important. However, I will not force you to have husband and wife relations until you are ready. I want us to get to know each other first. The first time we come together as husband and wife I want it to be something we both want."

  She was shocked, and looked at him carefully. He had a very serious expression on his face, and she knew he meant the words he'd just spoken. That statement and his sincerity was the last thing she needed to make a decision. "Austin, I think, if you still want to, we should get married today, and go back to the ranch tonight."

  His eyes lit up and his smile filled his face. "Are you sure? I don't want to rush you if you're not completely sure you're ready."

  "I'm positive. You've been very honest with me about everything, in your letters and now, so I feel I can trust you. There's no reason to spend the money for a hotel for a night or two, and you missing work. I think we'll do well together."

  "I think we will, too, Georgia. I was impressed when I read your letters, and I thought we would make a good match. I was still nervous about it, though, and I'm sure you were, as well. Now that we've met, though, I feel much more comfortable. I think we're a good match." He picked up one of her hands and kissed it. "After we finish eating we'll go see the preacher, and head home."