An Unexpected Arrangement

By Samantha A. Curtis and Michelle Huntstrom

To Kate, a new town represented independence. Brexton, New Mexico, was a place where she could finally escape her mother's control and establish her own seamstress shop. However, the two-faced Mr. Dixon seems intent on threatening her new-found freedom at every turn. Though Kate knows she can deal with an unsavory man like him, she isn't sure what to do when the handsome but injured Boone Carson arrives in town. This soldier presents a new threat for Kate: one to her broken and guarded heart.

While tending to his wounds, Kate finds Boone infuriating and ungrateful; he finds her arrogant and stubborn. But as their impulsive first impressions turn into mutual respect and admiration, they both face a possible future that neither was expecting.

For Boone, it could mean a life of love and happiness he never thought he would find after his time fighting in the Civil War.

For Kate, it could mean that if she learns to let go of the hurt from her past, she could learn how to trust again and be truly happy.

However, when Boone reveals a devastating secret, it isn't only Mr. Dixon that gets in the way of their deepening relationship. As arrangements from their pasts threaten to tear them apart, Kate and Boone must decide if they will give in to fear or fight for their chance at a fresh start together.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michelle Huntstrom
• Release date: Feb 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781778041709

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AN UNEXPECTED ARRANGEMENT

By Samantha A. Curtis and Michelle Huntstrom

Published by Samantha A. Curtis and Michelle Huntstrom

Copyright © 2022 by Samantha A. Curtis and Michelle Huntstrom

All rights reserved. This book or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise—without prior written permission of the publisher.

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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ISBN: 978-1-7780417-0-9

To R and R:

You are the ones who made all of this possible.

One

I HAVE MY OWN SHOP!

Kate Morrison grinned at the thought as she emptied the last of the buttons into a jar and placed it on the rickety shelf left behind by the previous tenant. The shop needed work, but it would have to wait. Her first day was spent arranging fabrics and sewing accoutrements. Looking around the open room at the front of her shop, Kate’s gaze took in the bolts of fabric that lay on teetering shelves and the spools of thread that covered the limited table space. The floors were scuffed from years of traffic. She couldn’t help the wash of pride at her new space, and for what she’d achieved since moving to Brexton, New Mexico only a month ago.

After the Civil War ended, the town’s reaction to the slow trickle of men arriving for the increasing coal work had shown Kate just how different her reception had been, even compared to those who just passed through. They were welcome, while she was suspect.

Money was scarce after spending most of what she had earned from previous jobs on getting to Brexton. To make ends meet, she had asked the town physician if he needed any help. The fact that she had medical experience had shocked the older man, but he warily brought her on.

She then used what she could to purchase small bits of fabric to make dolls and dresses for the little girls in town; the little boys had gotten monogrammed handkerchiefs. Their mothers soon began to ask her if she had any experience making women’s dresses. Kate had balled her hand in the skirt of her dress to keep in the excitement she had felt at the prospect of getting official customers.

I have my own shop, Kate said, bringing her hands to her face in delight. She didn’t think she would ever get used to saying that.

Joy raced through her. But she was interrupted as the doorbell tinkled. She turned to see a large figure entering the shop.

Evenin’, Miss Morrison, the man said.

Kate willed her expression to stay neutral. Good evening, Mr. Dixon. She looked down, gripping the edge of the table. I should have left earlier, she thought grimly. Mr. Lez Dixon was the last person she wanted to see, other than her own mother.

Mr. Dixon took a few steps into the shop, letting the door swing closed behind him. The distinct stench of overripe body odor and chewing tobacco assaulted her senses. Her eyes welled and her stomach lurched. A small slurp and a squelch filled the silence in the shop as Mr. Dixon chewed his tobacco. When he spit into the corner, Kate fought every instinct to gag. His burly frame filled the space between her tables as he slipped his hat from his head. The sheen of oil clung to his thick fingers as he ran them through his dirty, shoulder-length hair before replacing the hat back in its place.

I see congratulations are in order fer movin’ yer hobby inta town, he said, sauntering closer. Out of the corner of her eye, Kate could see his hands running over the few bolts of fabric she had not yet given a home. I think I can afford to throw out some of that fabric, she thought.

Thank you, she said, turning to face him and lifting her chin. "I have been working towards moving my business into town since I moved here." 

He chuckled, lifting the brim of his hat slightly and taking another step closer to her. 

She kept her face even. Barely. 

Guess it’s a good thing I rented the house here by them rock formations stead of the one cross town. Yer a lot closer when I need ya to fix somethin’ fer me, he said with a smile that made Kate uncomfortable.

She folded her arms. Maybe so. But unfortunately, I am not accepting customers today. I have a lot of work to do in this shop before I can open for everybody, Mr. Dixon. She hoped her words were enough to make him leave. 

Don’t need nothin’ big; just somethin’ small. He reached into his satchel and pulled out what appeared to be a shirt that had clearly had its buttons pulled off. Reaching in again, he pulled out a pile of buttons. Kate sighed at the items he placed on the table before her.

Figured I could be yer first customer in the shop. He smiled, leaning towards her and placing his hand on the table between them.

Kate’s stomach rolled. As much as she wanted to refuse his request, she needed the business, and every little repair would help. 

Like I said, she finally choked out, I have lots of work to do in the shop, so I will not be able to get to it for a few days.

Hope it doesn’t take too long, Kate, he said. His eyes roved around the room as he moved ever closer to her.

You may call me Miss Morrison, she said sharply, taking a step back. 

The smile never left his lips, but his eyes betrayed his vexation. Fine. Miss Morrison. He stepped around the table, and she instinctively leaned away as his hand came toward her face. His hand stopped and his eyes narrowed before he pulled his hand back and ran it across his barrel chest. Now, don’t work too hard. Wouldn’t want ya to overdo it on yer first day. After all, he licked his lips, yer purty delicate.

Kate bristled as the bell tinkled again and Kate watched the carnal look on Mr. Dixon’s face transform into a friendly smile before he turned around to see who had entered the shop.

Hello Miss Morrison, Mr. Dixon, Charlotte Conrad said as she walked in, arms laden with four bolts of fabric. Found these behind the armchair. They must have fallen and been missed when ya brought everythin’ over. 

Dixon hurried over to her with a smile. Let me help ya with those, Mrs. Conrad. Miss Morrison sure is lucky to have a friend like you.

Kate narrowed her eyes. Why does he change when other people come around? This man was not what he seemed, but she didn’t know who she could talk to about the situation. Mr. Dixon, despite being a new arrival like her, was well-liked by people in town. They all saw the charming happy man before her now. Who would believe her?

Charlotte smiled brightly as he took the fabric. Thank ya kindly, Mr. Dixon. I admit my arms are mighty tired from walkin’ over with these. They didn’t seem so heavy when I left the boardin’ house, but I ain’t as young as I used to be, and I forgot how long that walk can feel.

Mrs. Conrad, I wish I coulda helped sooner, Mr. Dixon said, carrying the bolts of fabric and leaning them next to the others.

Charlotte chuckled. Next time I need somethin’ transported, I’ll surely ask ya.

I’d appreciate it, ma’am. Turning to Kate, he tipped his hat. Thank ya fer yer help with my buttons. I’ll see ya soon. He sent a suggestive nod to Kate. Ladies, he said before walking out.

What a nice man, Charlotte said. So kind and thoughtful; always willin’ to help.

Kate reflected on her own experience with Mr. Dixon. Would Charlotte believe me if I told her what he was like? No. She offered Charlotte a lackluster nod.

I am famished, Kate said, hoping to change the subject. Charlotte began to talk about the meal she’d prepared and how she knew at least one of her other tenants would complain about it. Many men passed through the boarding house on their way home from war, but most just smiled at her and thanked her for the food. Charlotte then mentioned that her son Jesse should be on his way home from the war as well, and he was sure to like her cooking.

Kate hurriedly pulled the dusty curtains closed and locked the door. As they walked home, they discussed Kate’s plans. She was grateful for Charlotte’s insight into running a business in a small town, and their conversation was soon filled with planning and laughter. 

Thank you for helping me, Charlotte. I could not have done this without you. Kate looked down at the ground as they walked together. 

I know you’ll do wonderfully, Kate. I have the utmost faith in yer success. 

Kate knew she owed so much to Charlotte. She not only encouraged Kate to follow her dreams, but also helped in any way she could. So, with Charlotte’s small financial donation and Kate’s promise to fix up the space, she had gotten her lease. Though she felt she owed Charlotte more then she could ever repay, Kate had never felt more free.

Two

Kate was drying the last pot lid after dinner when Charlotte rummaged through her shelves, producing a jar. Would ya care to join me and this jar of cookies on the front porch? 

Of course! You know they are my weakness, Kate said, laughing. 

Charlotte smiled back. I know it’s getting chilly tonight, but with the summer heat coming soon, I just want to soak in as much cool air as I can.

Both women indulged in the delicious treat after they settled on the porch chairs. Their conversation flowed easily, and Kate wished her relationship with her mother was this pleasant. 

Hello, ladies, A familiar voice called. May I join you? Kate could see a petite figure skipping into view, her golden hair flouncing with every step in the fading sunlight.

Beth Wallace! Charlotte greeted. I wondered when you’d come to see me this week. Come sit and have a cookie.

Don’t mind if I do, Beth said, her accent thick as ever. She accepted the treat and sat down.

Kate smiled at her friend. She was the first person Kate had met when she’d come to Brexton. Beth’s family owned the General Store, and she’d been working when Kate stepped off the stagecoach and into the store to ask about lodging. Beth had been there, ready and willing to help her with all her needs and tell her all the latest gossip in town. 

Oh, Miss Charlotte! I’m burstin’ at the seams! I’ve read Jesse’s letter nearly 100 times today. I check the date over and over, and sometimes I think I calculated it incorrectly and he isn’t coming ‘til next week. Mama kicked me out of the store today because she said I was bouncin’ around and distractin’ the customers ‘more than usual’ whatever that means, Beth said, huffing and pouting.

Slow down and enjoy the evenin’. Have another cookie. Charlotte offered.

Kate watched Beth gobble her cookie. She knew the delicious confection was the only thing keeping her friend from rambling on. 

Kate bit her lips, containing the laugh that threatened to erupt. She glanced at Charlotte and found her doing the same, which almost broke Kate’s resolve. Beth, however, took no notice and continued her lamenting. 

Although, he did say he could arrive later than he originally thought. Somethin’ about how his friend recently sustained a nasty leg wound on their way home that could slow them down. Beth put her hand on Kate’s knee and smiled at the memory of her sweetheart. Jesse is just the kindest man I’ve ever met, she drawled.

Charlotte nodded. That’s true, she said with a loving smile. Jesse was her youngest, and only living, child. Charlotte didn’t show it often, but Kate knew how desperately she missed her boy and was glad he was on his way home to her. Kate wondered if her own mother missed her so strongly. Maybe she just missed telling me how to live my life.

Beth gushed about wanting to make sure Jessie had enough time to rest and recuperate after his travels and about wanting to get married soon after his return. Her emotional spiral continued on and on until she was sobbing into Charlotte’s arms about her fears of him not wanting to marry her. Getting to her feet, Kate walked over and put her arms around them both. 

After a few moments, Beth pulled away and brushed the tears from her cheeks, a smile on her face. Thank you, she said.

Suddenly Beth gasped and whirled towards Kate. Land sakes, Kate! I’ve been such a ninny and I completely forgot to ask! Did ya get the shop from Mr. Dallas today? 

A small smile formed on Kate’s lips as she nodded eagerly.

Yes, I finally have my own space. And I got it for a bargain. She lifted her head, feeling proud.

Oh, Beth looked from Kate’s smiling face to Charlotte’s and then smiled. That’s wonderful news! I must tell ya that some of the people in town didn’t think ya could do it, but you did and that’s marvelous. Things are lookin’ up and I don’t think anythin’ could dampen this day for ya! 

Kate fought to keep her smile bright. Beth’s words had stung somewhat; they also brought to mind a specific pungent odor from only a few hours earlier. Mr. Dixon had been full of insinuations since she first met him. Not wanting to burden her friends with the issues, she had dealt with him herself. So far, diverting him had worked, so that is what she would continue to do. She would take care of herself; that was, after all, what she had always done.

Beth, unaware of the on-going inner turmoil, threw her arms around Kate’s neck and hugged her tightly. I confess, I was hoping you’d get the shop, and then you’d have to stay here fer years and years to come. I desperately hope we can be dear friends forever. 

Kate was touched by her sentiment and returned her friend’s embrace. I sincerely agree with you. She was pleased to find that she meant every word.

And we should find you a beau soon. One who lives in Brexton, so you’ll definitely have to stay. Beth said, nodding emphatically. 

Kate only offered a stiff smile. She did not want that. Not after Henry. 

You should write your folks back in California and tell them the news. Charlotte said, smiling at Kate. 

Oh, yes! They’ll be so proud to hear about your progress, Beth said, clapping her dainty hands in delight, her bright curls bouncing. 

Kate nodded, forcing yet another smile. Her heart filled with guilt as she wrestled with her decision to lie to her friends about her life before Brexton. She wanted to tell them the truth, but things were just starting to go right. Would telling them the truth jeopardize the progress she had made?

Keep your secret, her mind whispered. If you are found, your mother will not let you live this life. You must stay the course.

Forcing her attention back to the ladies in front of her, she wondered if they would act the same towards her if they discovered she was lying to them. 

It’s not worth the risk, her mind spoke to her in the dark.

I hope you’re wrong, her heart whispered back.

Three

Two days later, Kate smiled as she pulled the door to her shop closed. Her business was slowly building as the women in town showed more and more interest everyday. She turned to link her arm through Beth’s, who had been waiting for her to finish for the day. So, Beth. How has your day been?

Oh, Kate. I don’t know how I’m ever gonna make it through the next few days. Jesse said he’d be arriving’ sometime either tomorrow or the day after, but I find myself starin’ out the window any chance I get. Mother’s gettin’ tired of it. How was the shop today?

Kate chuckled. Nobody could jump from one topic to the next like Beth. Things are going well. Getting the shop had been hard and it still needed work, but she was open for business. In the last two days, I have gotten five dress orders and a number of fabric purchases. She opened her arms wide and smiled. My business is finally growing.

That’s wonderful, Beth said before giving Kate a knowing smile. But just wait till you fall in love. I thought I was happy too till Jesse started courtin’ me. And there are so many handsome men in Brexton. I’m sure any one of them would do for you.

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