The Wrangler's Inconvenient Wife

  MARRIAGE OF INCONVENIENCE

  With no family to watch over them, it’s up to Fran Morris to take care of her younger sister, even if it means marrying a total stranger. Gruff, strong and silent, her new husband is a cowboy down to the bone. He wed Fran to protect her, not to love her, but her heart has never felt so vulnerable.

  Trail boss Edgar White already has all the responsibility he needs at his family’s ranch in Bear Creek, Wyoming. He had intended to remain a bachelor forever, but he can’t leave Fran and her sister in danger. And as they work on the trail together, Edgar starts to soften toward his unwanted wife. He already gave Fran his name…can he trust her with his heart?

  Wyoming Legacy: United by family, destined for love

  “How long has it been since you stopped to smell wildflowers?” Fran asked, genuinely curious. “You haven’t stopped working since I met you.”

  “It’s not always so bad,” Edgar murmured.

  They were silent for a moment before he went on. “I guess my brothers are probably right—I’ve been working more and not taking time to slow down and have fun like I used to.”

  “Too afraid some eligible girl might catch your fancy?” she asked, only half teasing.

  He snorted. “Didn’t stop you,” he said, reaching up to tweak her nose.

  “Ha.” She swatted at his hand, and he captured her fingers. Slowly, he interlaced their fingers, surrounding her hand with the warmth of his larger one.

  She turned to meet his gaze straight on. From only inches away, the intensity of his blue eyes caught her breath.

  He moved toward her and gently kissed her forehead, a brush of his beard against her skin. She waited for him to apologize or say the kiss had been a mistake, but none of that was forthcoming. Was he…beginning to soften toward her?

  Books by Lacy Williams

  Love Inspired Historical

  Marrying Miss Marshal

  The Homesteader’s Sweetheart

  Counterfeit Cowboy

  *Roping the Wrangler

  *Return of the Cowboy Doctor

  *The Wrangler’s Inconvenient Wife

  *Wyoming Legacy

  LACY WILLIAMS

  is a wife and mom from Oklahoma. Her first novel won an ACFW Genesis Award while it was still unpublished. She has loved romance books and movies from a young age and promises readers happy endings in all her stories. Lacy combines her love of dogs with her passion for literacy by volunteering with her therapy dog, Mr. Bingley, in a local Kids Reading to Dogs program.

  Lacy loves to hear from readers. You can email her at lacyjwilliams@gmail.com. She also posts short stories and does giveaways at her website, www.lacywilliams.net, and you can follow her on Facebook (lacywilliamsbooks) or Twitter @ lacy_williams.

  THE WRANGLER’S INCONVENIENT WIFE

  Lacy Williams

  “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

  —Jeremiah 29:11

  With thanks to Regina Jennings and Mischelle Creager for their help in whipping this manuscript into shape.

  Also a thank you to Emily Rodmell, for her editorial input.

  For Megan Frances, the sister-in-law I never knew to ask for but God blessed me with anyway. Love you!

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Epilogue

  Dear Reader

  Questions for Discussion

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  Wyoming, late spring, 1900

  Being the responsible one was rougher than he expected.

  Edgar White had been up half the night with a calving heifer, now a proud mama cow. But instead of burrowing into his bunk and sleeping the morning away, he was working as a trail boss, driving a herd of cattle to meet the morning train.

  And wrangling his younger brothers was turning out to be even more difficult than handling a bunch of ornery, smelly beasts.

  On his trusted cow pony, he was half dozing, dreaming of getting back to his bedroll with only half an eye on the herd when the far-off whistle brought him fully alert and upright in the saddle. They would have another half hour after the train arrived in Bear Creek to load the animals, but there was no sense in lollygagging around. It would be the work of a quarter hour to push the animals into town to the loading pens near the station.

  Since the lion’s share of work on the family ranch had fallen to him these past couple of years, twenty-four-year-old Edgar was always prepared. He followed the most logical course. Was early for his engagements.

  His adopted brothers, all six of them, called him boring.

  Out of all the guys his pa had taken in before marrying Penny, Edgar was the only one who didn’t dream of leaving home on some grand adventure one day. Even Davy, the quiet one, dreamed of traveling back East when he had the cash to do so.

  But his adoptive pa, Jonas, must’ve thought Edgar’s steadfastness was a good thing, because he’d left Edgar in charge while he and his wife, Penny, had taken fifteen-year-old Breanna, Edgar’s adopted sister, and their smaller children on a trip to Boston for several weeks. Oscar, the eldest brother and now a happy husband with children of his own, had surprised his wife, Sarah, by declaring they were going on the trip, too—sort of as a belated honeymoon. Edgar would never have wanted to travel with that many little ones, but the womenfolk had talked of nothing else for weeks.

  Maxwell, his second-eldest brother, was living in Denver while his wife, Hattie, finished her training to become a doctor. They both planned to return to the area within the year. With Oscar and Maxwell gone, it meant Edgar was the eldest still at home.

  The eldest, and the one charged with the most responsibility. He needed to get the cattle to Jonas’s buyer and take care of the ranch in his pa’s absence. He didn’t mind. Work was something he knew, and he refused to let his adoptive parents down.

  Urging his horse into a canter, Edgar rounded up the last few slow-moving steers, pushing them over the train tracks toward the station on the edge of town.

  He had his hat off and was waving the all clear to his brother Seb, who was riding flank near the middle of the herd, when he saw the break in the tracks.

  Somehow a section of the track had split. The ground was cracked open beneath the dirt and grass, maybe from the dry winter they’d had, and the connection was broken.

  There was no doubt that if the train hit this area at full speed it would derail. Passengers could be hurt or killed. A glance to the east showed the line of smoke puffing nearer, though the train wasn’t in sight yet. From here he couldn’t tell if it was slowing, but if the engineer didn’t know about the damage to the tracks, every passenger on board was at risk.

  It wasn’t his business, didn’t have a thing to do with his cattle or the job, but Edgar couldn’t let innocent people get h
urt, not if there was a chance he could prevent it.

  He whistled shrilly and Seb turned, twisting in his saddle. “What’s a matter?” the younger brother shouted.

  “Take the cattle on in! I’ll follow.” Edgar waved him on, because the animals could be injured, too, if the train derailed.

  Seb waved his acquiescence and wheeled the horse back to keep the animals in line.

  Edgar took off with a cry of “Ha!” to spur his horse on. The large animal responded quickly, breaking into a gallop that nearly blew Edgar’s hat off.

  The train maintained its speed, chugging quickly toward Edgar as he raced alongside the tracks. Even if he got the attention of the engineer, could it be stopped in time?

  Briefly considering a warning shot from his rifle, Edgar dismissed the thought. The engineer might think he was some kind of robber or something. Instead, he loosened the bandanna from around his neck. He clutched the material in his hand as he leaned over the horse’s neck, urging the animal with his body for more speed.

  As he neared the train, he began waving the dark blue cloth, hoping the engineer could see it. Hoping the man would throw the brakes.

  He knew there was a chance the engineer wouldn’t stop. He whispered a prayer under his breath for the safety of the passengers he could now see through the windows on the passenger car.

  And the train began to slow with a squeal of brakes against the rails.

  Would it stop in time?

  * * *

  “What’s going on? Are we already there?”

  Will anyone take us in?

  Fran Morris heard the unasked question from her fifteen-year-old sister, Emma. And she didn’t have an answer for any of the three.

  Bracing herself against the seat in front of her inside the crowded passenger car, she peered through the window to see only grassy fields. Not a town in sight.

  That was the answer to one question.

  From the second row at the front—where the group of gray-bedecked orphans were easily seen and ogled by the other passengers—she would be one of the first to know what was going on when the car’s doors opened.

  But they weren’t in Bear Creek yet. With only two more towns scheduled for orphan train stops, they were running out of time to find a new home—and to find safety.

  “I don’t know what’s happening, Emma,” she murmured to her younger sister as she craned her neck to better see out the black-smudged window.

  Not even a barn in sight.

  “Just sit tight.” The words had been a mantra of sorts for the two of them since they’d left Memphis three days before. Stay out of sight. Unnoticed. Safe.

  Would she ever feel safe again?

  In her nineteen years, she’d never imagined leaving Memphis, the city where she’d been born and raised. And now here she was in the plains of Wyoming. Alone, except for her sister to take care of. All because one man had become obsessed with her sister. With no family to protect them, it was up to Fran to keep Emma out of Underhill’s reach.

  The train’s momentum changed, throwing her forward in the seat. The squeal of brakes became a shriek. Voices cried out from all around.

  Emma fell off the seat into the aisle.

  “Emma!”

  But Fran couldn’t catch her balance, either. She was knocked back against the seat, shoulder banging against the window, sending pain radiating up her arm. She cried out.

  “Fran!”

  Emma’s voice was lost in the shouts and cacophony as the train seemed to lift beneath them, then listed to one side.

  Screams ripped through the compartment.

  Fran reached for anything she could use to steady herself. There was nothing. “Emma!”

  Passengers screamed. Metal groaned. The car leaned, everything seemed to pause momentarily and then the train crashed onto its side.

  Fran was slammed bodily into the window, then the seat in front of her before everything went still. She found herself collapsed in a small ball between the two seats, her backside now on the window.

  Her ears rang. Her head hurt. So did her shoulder.

  “Emma?” When she could force her voice to work, it emerged in a whisper, and was lost among the cries of those nearby. She reached around, tried to shuffle to the edge of the seat where Emma had been before the wreck had happened. What had caused them to derail?

  “Emma? Emma!”

  Worry that her sister hadn’t answered had Fran scrambling toward the aisle as best she could in the lopsided car.

  Metal screeched and a bright shaft of light hit her face as she crawled into the aisle. The door, now overhead, had opened.

  Emma was nowhere in sight.

  Luggage was strewn about, blocking her attempt at movement. People all around struggled to right themselves, without much success.

  She peered up to see the shadow of a head and shoulders in the doorway above her.

  Then a big pair of boots dropped into her line of vision, landing with a reverberating thud.

  “You all right, miss?”

  She followed the deep drawl up and up and up, taking in the giant bear of a man from those tree-size legs to the broad shoulders to the unkempt blond beard and long hair beneath his cowboy hat.

  Inappropriate and ill timed as it was, when she met his sky blue eyes, she felt a shock of attraction, a lightning bolt through her nervous system like nothing she’d ever felt before.

  For this mountain of a man?

  “I need to find my sister.” Was that tentative whisper her voice? Perhaps she was more shaken from the crash than she’d thought.

  “Let’s get you out of here first.”

  “No—”

  But the man didn’t even seem to hear her protest. He clasped her waist and lifted her toward the door where she could see a man in uniform waiting with arms outstretched.

  She struggled, but it didn’t faze the huge man one bit. He shoved her into the conductor’s waiting arms, and she was unceremoniously deposited onto the side of the train car.

  “Best slide down the top, missy,” the gray-mustached man said. “Less parts for you to get caught on.” He motioned toward one side of the derailed train car.

  There was no way she was leaving without Emma, not after she’d overheard a man inquiring about them in Lincoln, Nebraska, the day before. Keeping Emma out of Mr. Underhill’s reach was imperative.

  “I’ll wait on my sister. I want to make sure she wasn’t injured.” And to make sure she was safe. Fran had scoured the passenger car and not seen the man she’d seen briefly on the Lincoln train platform, but it was too much to hope that they’d outrun those who were searching for them.

  “Then you’d better move aside. Got a lot of folks to get off this train.”

  Fran moved a few yards down the side of the train and carefully perched above one of the windows. She wrapped her arms about her knees, worry making her tremble. What if Emma had been hurt?

  * * *

  Edgar had waved until his arm ached, but the conductor hadn’t been able to stop in time to avoid the broken tracks.

  Watching helplessly wasn’t a thing he liked to do, but it had been all he could do to control his horse in the face of the awful accident. The steam engine and this passenger car lay prone on their sides, but had uncoupled from a second passenger car that tilted precariously over the broken tracks. He’d left the people on that car to figure out how to get themselves off and rushed to help the other car, meeting up with the badly shaken conductor. Although the conductor had heard stories of the boiler spilling hot coals in a crash like this, it appeared the machinery was stable for now, not at risk of catching fire.

  Edgar worked like a dog to get the passengers off the downed train.

  As he worked, Edgar could still hear the little s
pitfire he’d come across first questioning the uniformed man. Some of the passengers he lifted up to the conductor were injured, some not.

  Even the murmur of her voice shook him.

  He’d never had such a visceral reaction to a woman before, until this little slip of a thing with her big brown doe eyes.

  For someone who made a practice of staying away from the opposite sex, it was gut-wrenching. He definitely needed to get off this train and back to the relative solitude of his pa’s ranch.

  But he couldn’t leave the passengers behind, not when they needed help. Several had been injured by falling luggage or had been thrown around when the train derailed.

  He was sweating, and felt more exhausted than he did after a long day of branding.

  He boosted a mother and her crying toddler, both of whom seemed to be blessedly uninjured, to the conductor.

  The muscles in his arms shook.

  A shadow moved in one of the windows above him. He looked up to see the young woman staring down into the car, peering through the windows.

  Their eyes connected, and he felt like someone had taken a cinch to his chest.

  Suddenly, the walls were closing in on him.

  “I’ve gotta take a breather,” he told the conductor. It had been at least an hour with no break. He was due.

  The man nodded and moved back from the opening.

  “What? No...” He could hear the girl begin to protest, even through the glass and metal. Her head appeared above the opening, partially blocking his way. “My sister...”

  He boosted himself up, forcing her to move back or bump into him.

  She didn’t go far. Just squatted on her haunches a couple feet away.

  Her nearness sent prickles up the back of his neck. His reaction irritated him.

  “I won’t be any good to anybody if I don’t rest a moment,” he told her, looking off toward the Laramie Mountains in the distance.

  The sun beat down on his shoulders, but at least outside of the enclosed car, the breeze cooled him a bit.