An Unexpected Widow (The Colorado Brides Series)
By Carré White
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Hannah Hoffman Clark is the spirited young wife of Denver City’s only preacher, Frank Clark. After arriving by wagon to the howling wilderness of the unexplored west, they settled on land, built a home, and began what they thought would be a long and prosperous life together. After an accident leaves Frank without feeling in his legs, the dream of self-sufficiency suddenly slips away, but even more tragedy is on the horizon for Hannah.
Once widowed, she struggles to cope with her loss, relying on those her husband had hired, especially Nathan Weaver, a no good gambler and drunkard. While the tenuous hold she has on her sanity crumbles, her connection with Nathan becomes something far greater than she could have ever imagined, but her family would be scandalized if she married such a man.
One should never judge a book by its cover, and Nathan, although rough around the edges and crude, has his heart in the right place, and it belongs to Hannah...if only she could see it.
This is the first book in The Colorado Brides Series, chronicling the lives of the Hoffman sisters and their adventures in finding love out west.
Look for:
An Unexpected Widow
An Unexpected Bride
An Unexpected Annulment
An Unexpected Mother
And The Arizona Brides Series will be available in the fall of 2013.
Carré White
Carré White is the author of "Sonoran Nights", a book that is set in the same small town in Arizona that she grew up in. After marrying, having children, and traveling, she settled in Colorado, enjoying nearly 350 days of sunshine. "The Colorado Brides Series", which follow the lives of adventurous frontier women, who traveled west in the 1850's to find love is available now.
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An Unexpected Widow (The Colorado Brides Series) - Carré White
The Colorado Brides
An Unexpected Widow
Carré White
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Chapter One
Kansas Territory, 1859
Those darn pigs!
My husband, Pastor Frank Clark, was in the yard, corralling the pigs that had escaped—again, while his angry shouts echoed far and wide. I sat at the kitchen table, eyeing a shirt I had just ruined with an iron, and staring at nothing in particular. I shouldn’t give into melancholy like this. I had work to do, and time was wasting.
We were going into town soon, which usually lifted my spirits greatly. After all the necessary purchases were made, I’d be able to search for ribbons, buttons, and material at the mercantile. I was especially looking forward to picking up the mail. I had several letters addressed and ready to be sent. I wrote daily, my sisters did the same, and we kept a steady stream of correspondence, which was a lifeline to the outside world.
Since arriving in the Kansas Territory, we had settled near Denver City, securing a tract of land through settler possession and building a lovely house, which still smelled of freshly cut wood and paint. I had every reason to be happy, my life was better than most, and I had always been blessed, if not a little spoiled. I shouldn’t let the arrival of my monthly flow upset me to such a degree. Maybe it had been unlucky allocating one of the bedrooms for a nursery already. My sister, Louisa, thought we ought to have waited…but I struggled with patience. It wasn’t one of my virtues.
The kitchen door flew open, startling me. Oh, my!
Sorry, my dear. I didn’t mean to frighten you.
My husband strode into the room, checking the kettle on the cook stove. Is the water ready?
It should be.
He stared at me. What’s wrong, Hannah? I can tell something’s bothering you.
I shrugged. No baby again.
Don't make yourself uneasy, my love. It’ll happen in good time. We’ve only just gotten settled.
He reached for a ceramic mug on a shelf. I hope you’re ready to go soon. Looks like a storm might be brewing. There are grey clouds coming in, and the wind’s picking up.
We had finished the exterior of the house in October, the first snowstorm of the season having arrived three weeks later. The interior had taken longer, but at least there was protection from cold and wet, as the roof was sturdy. The winter hadn’t been as unpleasant as I thought it would be; the air was dry, rather than bone-chillingly damp like back east. Sometimes, after a snow, it was surprisingly warm, the sun making all the difference.
I stood, smoothing my apron. Let me help you with that. You go sit.
I worried about Frank at times; he was a gifted pastor, but his tea-making skills left a little to be desired. I poured water into the teapot.
I’m going to have to hire workers for the fields. I want to plant corn for starters.
Put a notice in the mercantile and at the post office. That’ll get plenty of attention.
There might not be any men left. Nobody around here seems to be interested in farming. They all want to get rich quick by finding free gold.
Here’s your tea. Can I get you sugar?
He grinned, flashing slightly crooked teeth. His arm went around my waist, pulling me near. I have plenty of sugar.
Oh, stop that now.
I pushed against him, gaining my freedom.
I wouldn’t worry about the baby, my dear. We’ll make one soon enough.
A blush crept up my neck. Behave yourself, Frank Clark,
I giggled, remembering all too well what we had done in bed last night. Can I get you something to eat?
I had already made breakfast, which had been devoured shortly after dawn. There’s some bread with strawberry jam, if you want.
No, I’m fine. I’ll finish this, so we can skedaddle.
You’re starting to talk like a miner.
They do have a way of saying things.
I untied the apron. I’ll fetch my things and the list. It would be a shame to go all that way and forget something, but we always do, don’t we?
Yes, my dear.
We left the house a short while later, my husband helping me onto the wagon. There was a chill in the air, as spring struggled to make an appearance. I wore a dark blue riding habit with a straw bonnet and a matching blue ribbon. Being east coast born and bred and from a fairly well-to-do family, I was accustomed to wearing higher quality fabrics, although, now that I was a homesteader’s wife, the practicality of such garments were reserved only for church and trips to town.
Frank picked up the reins, prompting the horse into a trot. The wheels jerked, then began to turn, the rattling of the conveyance a familiar sound, as this was what had brought us here from St. Joseph last summer.
Our nearest neighbors were the Hunt’s, who had five children, four of them boys. They had gone with their father to prospect for gold in the mountains. Margaret Hunt occasionally stopped by for a spell, relaying news and gossip from town. I hadn’t seen her in more than three weeks now.
The prairie stretched out on either side of the rutted road, with mountains spanning the length of the horizon, snowcapped and majestic looking. It was nearly an hour’s ride to Denver City, and the last neighbor we passed was ornery, his dogs having come out to bark at us from behind the fence. His name was Jason Franklin, and he liked to stand on the front porch holding a Colt Navy revolver, the weapon resting against his thigh. He’d barely survived an Indian attack a few years back, and he looked upon anyone traveling down the road as a possible enemy.
Oh, that horrible man,
I muttered. We’ve given him no reason to get his back up like that.
I know. He’s an old croaker.
Frank removed his hat, waving it. Hello, Mr. Franklin!
He nodded, not saying anything. Looks like weather’s coming in.
Again, the man failed to respond, staring at us, while his dogs barked incessantly.
I don’t know how his wife puts up with it?
When was the last time you’ve seen her?
She was in church last week.
Frank nodded. Of course. How could I have forgotten already.
We’ve been busy, darling.
I might have to help the William’s with the roof on their barn soon. He was asking for assistance.
When?
In a few days.
I sighed. Oh, very well.
They had helped us when we were building our house.
You look wonderful today, Hannah.
He patted my shoulder. I love taking you to town. You’re dreadfully pretty, my dear. I adore showing you off.
Stop that.
I fought a smile, but the edges of my mouth wouldn’t cooperate.
You love flattery. Don't pretend you don’t.
Only if it’s from you.
He feigned indignation. Who else has been whispering sweet nothings in your ear?
No one.
I need to keep a better eye on you. You’re liable to run off with a granger.
Oh, bosh!
An elbow went into my side. Some of them gold miners might take a fancy to you.
I loved traveling, as it allowed us to be silly. I’ve no interest in any of those filthy men, Frank Clark. If you ever leave me, God forbid, I’ll be hard-pressed to find someone else. Just thinking about it makes me ill.
Of course, I’d never leave you.
Just don’t get run over by a horse.
You’d say train, but we don’t have one yet.
The conversation typically swung wildly. Oh, I’d be so happy for a train. Can you imagine?
I sighed wistfully. My parents could come to visit. My sisters could come.
Just the thought of seeing my family again had tears pricking the back of my eyes. I’d ask them to bring fabrics and linens and all the crockery you wouldn’t let me take.
I gave him a look. I had to leave my fine china behind.
No!
he hollered. Don't you start talking about dishes, woman. I won’t have it.
All my pretty things are in crates in my parent’s basement,
I lamented.
They would’ve broken to pieces in the wagon.
He pointed to his mouth. That ride shook loose four of my teeth. See.
I succumbed to laughter. My charming husband always affected me this way. I don’t know what to say about that. We’ll buy some glue at the mercantile. That’ll fix it.
He held up a finger. That brings me to mind. We need glue.
We need everything.
It was shocking how much money we had spent on the house. The lumber had been a wedding gift from my parents, but all the other incidentals had come from what little inheritance Frank had received from a recently departed uncle. I see the town.
Denver City had sprung up after gold had been found, the minors building log cabins and erecting tents for lodging. There hadn’t been time to form a local government or law enforcement, so there were mining districts instead, with their own laws and courts. It was truly the Wild West in these parts, as crime was disturbingly high. The saloon had been one of the first buildings erected, followed by blacksmiths, carpenters, and shops. Frank had built the church while I lived with a family in town, waiting for him to begin on the house. All of the structures were made of wood, which was a slight concern. In the event of a fire, the damage would be extensive, but no one wanted to go through the trouble of bringing in bricks.
Where are we going first?
I sat straighter, excitement racing through me. The shops?
He gave me a look. I need to stop by the church.
Oh, fine.
You’ll be able to shop to your heart’s content, my dear. Don’t worry.
Having spent months in Denver City, I was acquainted with Sally Higgins, whose husband had opened a mercantile, and Adaline Ross, who was the wife of the town’s only banker. Both women were of my social set, from solid east coast families. I’d lived with Sally, staying in a bedroom in their house over the store, while Frank worked on our property. It was wonderful finally having my own home, but I missed socializing and being in the middle of all the excitement.
The city bustled with activity, as prospectors came to buy supplies. Very few would stay to farm or ranch, but that was liable to change with time, as more people