The English Schoolteacher & Her New Large Family In America (A Sweet Western Romance)

By Joyce Melbourne

When Ana signed up as a schoolteacher in California, she thought she was going to be working in a schoolhouse near Sacramento. Instead, it was a far more difficult task she would attempt to undertake.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Hart
• Release date: Nov 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311137975

Joyce Melbourne

Joyce Melbourne lives in Southern California with her husband, numerous animals, and an unkempt garden, which she loves. She's been interested in romance and all of its sub genres for many years.

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The English Schoolteacher & Her New Large Family In America

By

Joyce Melbourne

Copyright 2014 Joyce Melbourne

Synopsis: When Ana signed up as a schoolteacher in California, she thought she was going to be working in a schoolhouse near Sacramento. Instead, it was a far more difficult task she would attempt to undertake.

Ana Brighton looked around the crowded dining room at the coaching inn where the band of travelers stopped to spend the night. The first day of their journey had brought them from South Carolina into Tennessee. They had made excellent time, the driver had said, but there were weeks of travel left to cover. Silently, she said a little prayer for their safety and for her ultimate satisfaction with the teaching position Ana was headed to fill in California.

She had been eating dinner alone, her preference, when the nice, older man had approached her.

May I join you, Miss? he asked, hat in his hand. The only other vacant seat is with that rowdy bunch in the corner, and I’m not much into that behavior.

She instantly identified with the man and felt sorry for him. He looked to be safe enough. Old maid schoolteachers were exactly that - alone and only interested in teaching and her students. The rest of the world and its people existed in textbooks, novels and dreams.

Sure, she said, hardly looking up from her plate of steaming stew.

The older man settled in, bowed his head in a silent prayer and held up his hand for the grungy may who served as waiter in the crudely constructed inn and diner. The waiter came immediately.

Yes, Sir, Mr. Dowdy.

Bring me what she’s having, please. It looks to be safe enough because she’s still able to put that spoon to her mouth. And some water, too. Please.

You got it, the waiter replied, scurrying off to the kitchen.

Name is Charles Dowdy, Miss. I live here in Bertram. Been here since the first piece of lumber was brought in to build this god-forsaken excuse for a town, but I love it. You from around here?

Ana shook her head, no while she swallowed the bite of the worst stew she had ever put in her mouth, but there wasn’t any choice of food, so she had to eat it.

I see, he responded, waiting until his plate of stew was set before him and the half dusty glass of water was poured. Look at the dust in this water; I have to let it settle to the bottom before drinking it. Nature of the beast around here, this dust is. But, it won’t hurt you. What’s your name, young lady?

Ana, she quietly replied. She pronounced the name Ah-na which the gentlemen recognized right away.

You’re from England! he said, completely surprised.

She smiled slightly, her mind racing back to foggy days in her homeland that contrasted with the bright, dry day that she