Instant Frontier Family (Maddie and Michael), A Convenient Christmas Wedding (Simon and Nora), Mail-Order Marriage Promise (John and Dottie) and His Frontier Christmas Family (Levi and Callie). It has been my pleasure to bring their stories to you.
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Blessings!
Regina Scott
To Tina James, for making my books the best they can be across nineteen stories, and to the Lord, without whom there would be no stories.
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Seattle, Washington Territory
March 1875
It simply wasn’t easy to save a man’s life.
Beth Wallin blew out a breath as she stood in front of the Kellogg Brothers’ mercantile, a cold breeze tugging at her feathered hat. Hart McCormick always rode down Second Avenue between ten and noon on Tuesdays. She’d studied his movements every time she came to town, and the pattern hadn’t changed in the ten years she’d known him. Here it was nearly noon, and she hadn’t so much as caught a glimpse of the lawman.
Her booted foot was tapping against the boardwalk under her pink-and-white-striped skirts. She forced it to stop. The muddy street was thronged with riders on horseback and farmers with wagons. She loved the bustle, the purposefulness. Men in warm wool coats and ladies with swaying skirts passed her for the shops on either side. She smiled and nodded in turn. After all, it wouldn’t do her reputation or Hart’s any good if the truth about their past was known.
But really, was it too much to ask that the man be punctual?
She shook her head. She shouldn’t be so annoyed with him. Hart had no idea she was waiting. He might be off chasing bandits, lying in wait for vandals, rescuing children from raging rapids. That’s what he did: safeguard the citizens of King County, standing between them and the forces of evil.
“He’s just a man,” she muttered aloud. “Opinionated, stubborn, bullheaded...”
“May I help you, Miss Wallin?”
Beth put on her sunniest smile and turned to the clerk who had come out of the store. Mr. Weinclef couldn’t help
