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Cowboy Sunset - Doreen Milstead
Cowboy Sunset: Four Historical Romance Novellas
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Doreen Milstead
Copyright 2017 Susan Hart
Cover photo copyright alanpoulson / 123RF Stock Photo
Renegade Cowboy
Synopsis: Renegade Cowboy - A woman from the slums seeks a way out of that life and answers a mail order bride ad from a cowboy in Colorado, and little did the cowboy know what he was getting in the feisty, independent, caring, and loving woman who arrived on the train.
Merrideth Cole, or Merri to her friends, watched with heavy weariness as her mother was covered with a sheet. While the doctor stood over her shaking his head sadly, rushing sound filled her ears and she felt a dizzying numbness settle in her arms and legs. The noises of the priest praying over what was once the only family she had ever known, melted into a chorus of nonsense that became drowned out by the sound of silence: a rushing and gaping nothing in her ears. She could only hear the cacophony of the one thought echoing as it bounced of the walls of her brain.
It’s finally over.
Mom’s pain. My family. The life I have known ‘til now. It’s all over.
Merri’s mother, Joy, used to be happy and vibrant and full of laughter. Merri’s father died while she was very young and she didn’t remember him, but she knew her mother. Joy’s health began fading years six years ago but hadn’t been bedridden until about two years months ago. They both mended, embroidered, and hand stitched things for a small fee. It was just enough to keep food on the table, mostly, and something Joy could do while resting in bed. Then Joy became even more ill.
Merri nursed her mother month after month while sickness ate away at her. Merri would sew extra hours while she tended her mother’s sick bed to be able to afford medicine and, most of the time, a little food. The Joy that was in the bed today was a dried husk of what she once was. Tears spilled over onto her cheeks and she let them fall. She would not be wracked the sobs, Merri had spent enough evenings sobbing her heart out praying for help anywhere, only to have her pleas fall on deaf ears. She was feeling all cried out, but she would still mourn the loss of what little of her mother was left to cling to towards the end.
A small whiff of dust puffed out as she plopped heavily on the floor, legs too numb to hold her weight. She spent so much of her time and focus these last few months nursing her mother Merri all of the sudden felt adrift and lost. She had no anchor, nothing to keep her from simply floating away. She was driftwood on the water with no direction or destination.
Her eyes darted from one person to another in the room and everyone was a stranger. Strangers would always surround her; her whole family was gone. Merri was truly alone now. She heaved a ragged gasp against her emotion-clogged throat. She couldn’t stop to think about the far future, she just had to get through the funeral.
The next few days were a haze of visitors and plans. The neighbors, thankfully, brought her food enough for a large family, much less just her. Some of the food would be easy to store or travel with so Merri tried to conserve those ‘til she had a better plan. Her appetite hadn’t yet returned either, but she ate something occasionally, just to keep her body functioning. Besides, food was a precious commodity that should be used to it’s potential, not hoarded to waste.
She hated being hungry, that sick achy feeling that spread throughout her body, it was just miserable and she wouldn’t wish it on anyone else either. The rest of the food she tried to share with some of her neighbors. They needed a good meal just as badly as she did.
Merri lived in a small tenement in the city and hated the smell, the noise, and the seedy underbelly of city life. The city could be a dangerous place for a girl to be alone and she was always alone going back and forth getting medicine for her mother. Men often mistook her for an easy target but she learned pretty quickly how to defend herself when men were intent on taking what wasn’t freely given. It was the constant wariness and the feeling of darkness lurking that she hated.
Thoughts popped in her head in a unorganized jumbled riot, bouncing wildly from one subject to the next. Who should she call about giving some extra food? What should I do with mother’s clothes? How much longer will I be able to stay here? Do I even want to? What do I do now?
Merri sighed and let her eyes drop to the newspaper her neighbors brought her. It had her mother’s death notice published in there among the list of other tenement residents who also passed. It was a nice gesture since most of the people here were unable to read. Joy made sure Merri was able to read. She always told Merri that she may never have money to take her to faraway places, on grand adventures in life, with awe inspiring people but she could give her the gift of being able to read books whose pages could do that.
It was Merri’s way of escaping the grim surroundings of the slum she was surrounded by. Her eyes darted around the sad little place they’d called home. She really didn’t want to spend the rest of her life scraping by, sewing to stay here. Merri really wanted to leave. Now that was decided, she just had to figure out everything else like where, when, how, and all those details. Merri sighed, running possibilities in her mind.
Merri opened the newspaper and began scanning ads and looking for jobs. One such ad stuck out to her, however, and she couldn’t shake it from her mind. She skipped past and looked at jobs, people hiring maids, servants, mill workers, but no one was looking for a seamstress. She went back to the other ad after while.
Bachelor Cowboys Seeks wife. Rancher, 30, seeking wife. Will be expected to help with house and small group of foster children. Experience with ranch living will help but not necessary. Humor and wit a plus. Must be over age of 23.
Merri couldn’t explain why that advertisement stuck out to her. It was distinctive in the list of other men seeking wives because humor and wit were important enough to at least be mentioned by this man, but something was unique. She folded the paper with that ad front and center and laid it on the table. She had some sewing to do that would buy food now, not some mystery man later. Merri couldn’t keep her eyes from returning to the words on the paper.
What kind of man finds wit and humor a plus? What would he look like? Is he raising foster children by choice or does he want someone to pawn them off on? Would it matter? Merri thought of being surrounded by children all day and her heart sang. To be able to be surrounded by people, their noises, the conversation, just the everyday things that people share by being in the same space was as enticing to here as a savory dinner to a starving man. She was starving in a way, starving for human interaction.
She needed more than just the greetings she mumbled to her neighbors, she needed to be surrounded by life. That’s what that ad represented to her and it didn’t take long before she was unable to do anything but stare at those words. It was a siren song to her soul, a tempting banquet of everything she desired in her home. Could she write a letter like that? More importantly, what would ever change if she didn’t?
Dear Bachelor Cowboy,
My name is Merrideth but everyone calls me Merri. My mother spelled it that way so it would sound happier, she thought spelling it this way was better suited to the daughter of someone named Joy. She liked details like that.
I have spent the last few years caring for a relative and now that they have passed, I find myself at loose ends. I can stay here and get by on what I make but this isn’t the kind of place, or smell, people necessarily choose to stay in.
I spent years nursing someone and months anticipating their end. Death has been shadowing every breath and I am eager to leave it behind. The thought of being surrounded by life and people who are full of life would mean a great deal to me. I miss conversation, laughter, and company. I am ready to embrace life finally.
I am not experienced in being on a ranch with cowboys but I can assure you I am a fast learner.
However, if you should decide to choose someone else, even though I am 25, can I still apply to be one of your foster brood? I’ll be good, promise.
Meredith Cole.
Meredith mailed her letter and waited. She knew it would take weeks to get there and she may never hear a reply, ever. That didn’t stop her from eagerly visiting the post office daily, asking for mail. Everyday she was back and forth on whether or not she should have worded it differently. Would he get her humor? Maybe she shouldn’t have alluded to the fact that she lived in the slums. Maybe he was looking for a sophisticated lady. That was definitely not her. She could haggle like a fishwife and disappear in an alleyway like a cat, but wouldn’t know what fork to use at a fancy table.
She wasn’t stupid.
She wasn’t refined either.
Merri didn’t want to play on his pity by telling him either that she lived in a tenement or that her mother had been the one who passed. Merri did want to honestly tell him the main reason she was willing to do something like this. She was taking a huge risk like this but she was ready for big changes.
A thousand times a day she wrote and re-worded the letter in her head until she was driving herself half crazy.
Why did this matter so much to her?
It was on a Wednesday on week four that the post office clerk had an envelope from Colorado. Merri felt her heart pound. She took the envelope and it felt fat in her hands. What did that mean? She was of two minds, part of her wanted to rip into the package and scour every word and the other was afraid of what it would do to her if he rejected her. She didn’t know him but had dreamt of what a life like that could be like, surrounded by people who cared about you, children running around, and not living under a cloud of coal smoke like in the slums of the city.
She made it all the way home, locked her door, and sat on the bed. She still stared at the envelope as if it itself, while still closed, might lend some hint as to what lay inside. Taking a deep breath she opened the envelope. Merri unfolded the letter and a small stack of money fluttered to her lap along with a train ticket. She gasped and covered her mouth with her fingers. Tears stung her eyes.
Please let that train ticket mean what I think it means.
Ms. Cole,
I regret to inform you...
Merri’s heart fell to her toes and tears filled her eyes. Oh no. It can’t be good if he is regretting to inform me of something, right? Why the train ticket then?
Only one way to find out.
She laid the letter down for a moment to get her handkerchief and wipe her eyes. She promised herself she would just stay calm so she took a deep, calming breath and began again.
Ms. Cole,
I regret to inform you that you are, indeed, too old to be accepted into our foster program. It would be inappropriate, also. I could not foster you as my intentions toward you are other than fatherly. Your letter was beautifully worded, it stood out and I read it many times. Thank you for your honesty. I sent a train ticket for you whenever your affairs are in order and you are ready to come here. I also sent some money so you could purchase warm clothes as the winter is coming and it can get cold in the Mountains and whatever else you would like to purchase to make yourself comfortable.
Please send word when you will arrive so I can be there, I live a few hours away from the train station. I sent some information regarding items that you may want to purchase for comfort here.
Yours,
Logan Gage
Merri’s heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest. He wanted her! She was going! She still had a million questions but was excited nonetheless. She read and re-read the letter while her mind slowly digested the fact that she would be leaving the dingy city and going to a cattle ranch in Colorado. Colorado! I might as well have been a foreign country as far away as it had been to her in the past.
She wasn’t there yet; she was still in a tenement where many of her neighbors would just easily slip a knife in her ribs for this purse. She went around her room stashing bits of money here and there where no one would find it if they tried to rob