The Anonymous Bride (23 page)

“Now hold on. I didn’t even say I wanted to marry one of ’em.”

Jenny looked up from her pad and quirked a brow. Luke fidgeted, knowing he wanted nothing to do with a lawsuit.

Mark strode to the front window and looked out. “Well, you won’t know for sure unless you spend some time with them—see how good they can cook. You just might fall head over heels in love, and then you’ll be in debt to us for the rest of your life.”

“Just where I’ve always wanted to be.” Luke shook his head. All three women were comely enough that a man wouldn’t tire of looking at them over the years, but was marrying one of them the right thing to do? Hadn’t he asked the good Lord on occasion to send him a mate? But a stranger—a mail-order bride that he hadn’t ordered? What would God have him do?

The Lord moved in mysterious ways, he knew, but this situation seemed too outlandish to be the hand of God.

“Personally, now that I’ve had time to ponder the idea, I think it’s excellent.” Miss Bennett curled her finger around a tress of loose blond hair.

“B–but what happens to the l–losers?” Miss O’Neil’s eyes looked as wide as silver dollars.

Rachel glanced at Luke’s cousins. “Since you and Mark caused this situation, it’s only fair that you pay for the ladies’ room and board until they can find employment or marry.”

“What if that takes a while?” Mark straightened and crossed his arms over his chest. “Jobs aren’t readily available for females.”

Rachel shrugged. “You should have thought of that before writing to so many women.”

“Maybe the contest will show off the ladies’ talents, and the other bachelors in the area will be swarming for their attention.” Garrett grinned.

“I’m not much of a cook, b–but I can sew.” Miss O’Neil gazed up, a wary look engulfing her fair face.

“That’s why we’d need to have several categories—to make it fair for all entrants.” Garrett paced the room, his eyes dancing. “This could be the biggest thing to happen in Lookout in a decade.”

Luke couldn’t help wondering if the last big news story in Lookout had been Rachel’s marriage to James Hamilton when the whole town had expected her to marry him.

“Yeah, I bet everyone for miles around would like to get in on the fun.” Mark leaned forward in his chair, his elbows on his knees and his eyes livelier than Luke had seen them since his homecoming.

“I don’t know. It seems rather ... unconventional,” said Rachel.

“But it would solve one bride’s dilemma, providing the marshal was willing to marry the winner.” Miss Evans looked at Luke, all but daring him to say no.

He swiped at a trickle of sweat on his temple. Was he ready to marry? Could he make a life with one of these women?

His gaze drifted to Rachel. Marrying would sure solve one problem—it would get Rachel off his mind. The Lord did work in peculiar ways at times, but was this the Lord’s provision? Or just another of his cousins’ crazy stunts?

He thought of the lawsuit. Jenny Evans was tenacious enough to actually sue his cousins. He couldn’t stand by and watch them lose their livelihood if he had it within his power to help them. He felt his head nodding in spite of his reservations.

Rachel’s eyes went wide; then something that looked like disappointment crossed her pretty face. Would she begrudge him marrying, having a family, and finding some happiness like she had?

“Was that a yes?” Jenny asked.

Luke shrugged. “Yeah, I reckon so.”

Garrett and Mark let out a whoop in unison that made the brides jump. Luke wished he could be that excited instead of feeling like he’d just stuck his head into a hangman’s noose.

CHAPTER 19

Luke sipped his morning coffee and studied the newest batch of wanted posters that had come in on yesterday’s stage. He didn’t recognize any of the men, nor had there been any illegal activity in the region since he’d arrived other than a pickpocket who seemed to have moved on to better pickings. The peaceful little town hardly needed a marshal, except maybe on Friday and Saturday nights when the cowpokes came in.

Max looked up at him with big brown eyes, and Luke realized that Jack hadn’t come by with the bucket of breakfast scraps that she normally brought each morning. He gazed out the window and watched the citizens of Lookout as they went about their daily business. Maybe he and Max should wander over to Rachel’s and see what the holdup was. But then he might run into one of the brides.

Rachel hurried past his window and charged through his open door with a scowl on her normally happy face. What now?

He rose and nodded. She sure was pretty when she had a bee in her bonnet.

“Have you seen this morning’s paper?” She set the scrap bucket down in front of Max and slapped the
Lookout Herald
on his desk before he could respond.

Luke picked up the paper and read the headline. “THREE BRIDES BATTLE FOR ONE MAN’S HEART.” Grinding his back teeth, he slammed the newspaper against his desk and paced the small office. Was nothing sacred?

“What are we going to do?” Rachel stared up at him, her soft blue eyes looking vulnerable.

Luke didn’t like her fretting. He wanted to fold her into his arms until her frown turned into a smile. To avoid doing just that, he picked up the paper again and started reading:
“Lookout, Texas, to host bride contest. In hopes of helping their cousin, Marshal Luke Davis, find a wife, Garrett and Mark Corbett wrote to several mail-order brides. Imagine their surprise when not one, but three women arrived in town to marry the same man.”

Luke clenched his jaw. This whole situation was getting out of hand faster than a drunken brawl at the Wet Your Whistle. He continued reading about the pie-making contest that would be held in three days and how people could participate and raise money for the church by paying five cents for a small taste of each pie. Then they could vote for their favorite. At least the newspaper lady had told the truth about the contest and hadn’t added a slant to the story. Nor had she mentioned blackmailing him with threats of a lawsuit.

He laid the paper back on his desk, slid his hip onto the corner, and crossed his arms, wishing this whole thing would go away.

“Are you really going to marry one of those women?” Rachel nibbled her lower lip, and he couldn’t help watching. She’d always done that when she was nervous, and it never failed to intrigue him. Her lips looked so soft. No, he
knew
they were soft.

He shook his head to steer himself away from such disastrous thoughts. Why was Rachel so anxious?

“I reckon I will get married since I said I would. A man has to keep his word.”

“I can’t believe that.” Her nostrils flared and eyes sparked, doing odd things to his insides. He held her gaze, and after a moment, she ducked her head and seemed to be watching Max, who’d nearly finished his breakfast. The dog glanced up, licked his lips, and burped.

Luke grinned. With Max, all was good as long as he had food and someone to love him. Was
he
all that different? What more did a man need?

He tried to imagine what life would have been like if he’d been married to Rachel all this time. He’d never have been in the cavalry and probably wouldn’t be the marshal now. How would he have supported a wife and family?

He’d been so young and naive when he’d lost his heart to her. Now that he was older and had hindsight, he realized how ill prepared he’d been to marry back when he was eighteen. He and Rachel would have had next to nothing, but somehow that would have been enough. All he really needed was her—and the Lord. But he hadn’t known much about God back then.

Rachel peered at Luke without lifting her head. “Could you actually marry a woman you don’t ... love?”

Filled with a sudden desire to shove away his melancholy thoughts, Luke snorted a sarcastic laugh. “Loving a woman doesn’t guarantee a happy marriage. It doesn’t guarantee a marriage at all.”

“I’m truly sorry, Luke.” She reached out and laid a hand on his arm. Her eyes glistened as if she might cry. “You have no idea how much.”

He shook off her hand and strode over to stand in front of the window, not wanting to see her sad expression. How could a man stay strong and determined in the face of a woman’s tears? Females never played fair. He ran a finger down the window. One of these days he needed to clean the dingy glass.

“I heard that you became a Christian. Surely you’ve learned that God expects us to forgive one another for our misdeeds. Can’t you forgive me for what I did?”

He flinched as if she’d punched him in the gut. Didn’t she know that she hadn’t just broken his heart but that she’d crushed it into so many pieces it would never be the same? Left it so shattered that he’d never love again? He wanted to forgive her, but he didn’t know how.
Lord, help me.

“You’ll never know how sorry I am that I married James.”

“Why did you?”

“I–it’s not something I can talk about.”

“Don’t you think you owe me that much?”

“Yes.” Rachel’s soft whisper almost made Luke turn around, but he held himself stiff, as if at attention. He couldn’t help being intrigued. Why would she regret marrying the richest man in town? Had she learned that true love meant more than money?

He’d never considered that James and Rachel’s marriage might not have been a happy one. James was a charmer who most people liked. Yeah, he could be selfish, having been the only child of a wealthy couple, and he liked to gamble more than the average fellow, but he was friendly, funny, and generous with his money.

Max whined and nosed Luke’s hand. Even the dog could sense the tension in the room. Luke hated causing Rachel pain, but after all he’d suffered, the least she could do was explain why she’d dropped him so suddenly and married James.

Rachel made a noise that sounded like a strangled sob, and she dashed out the door. Luke’s first impulse was to run after her, but he held his ground. He was empty—had nothing to say that could ease her pain.

He thought of a verse from Mathew that he’d read last night before going to bed.
“For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you: But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.”

Luke returned to his desk and dropped down onto the chair, his fingers forking through his hair. Max rested his head on Luke’s thigh, and he reached out to pat the dog. “How do I excuse what she did, Max?”

But God’s Word was clear: if he didn’t forgive Rachel, then God couldn’t forgive him.

Luke hung his head. Without God’s love and pardon from sin, he would still be a lonely sinner, lost and unsaved. Somehow, he had to find a way to get over Rachel, to forgive her, and to turn loose from his pain.

But how?

The mayor appeared in the doorway and leaned on the jamb, pulling Luke from his perplexing thoughts. Mayor Burke’s dark hair, slicked down and divided in the middle, gleamed like a raven’s wing. Luke could smell the odor of pomade clear over at his desk. “Mrs. Hamilton sure left in a hurry. Looked like she was kind of weepy.”

Luke drew a deep breath in through his nose. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with the pompous mayor just now.

Titus Burke tugged on his fancy vest. “She’s a fine woman, and I don’t like seeing her hurt.”

The man’s words ignited a flame of irritation. “I don’t like it, either, and honestly, Mayor, it’s none of your affair.”

The man sniffed and looked over the top of his wire-rimmed glasses at Luke. His eye twitched, reminding Luke of a long-lashed mule that he worked with back at the fort. “Well, this hoopla you’re causing with all these boardinghouse brides
is
my concern. Lookout can’t afford a lawsuit.”

How had he heard about that? Luke stood, giving himself the advantage of height. “Nobody’s going to sue the town.”

The mayor scowled and looked up. “I certainly hope not. This bride contest is the biggest thing since James Hamilton gambled away his family’s fortune. It’s the kind of thing that could put Lookout on the map.”

Luke blinked, stunned by the mayor’s declaration. He couldn’t imagine James Hamilton broke, but that explained why Rachel had turned Hamilton House into a boardinghouse. How had she taken the news of her husband’s poverty when it had come? Must have been difficult to go from having next to nothing to being the richest woman in town, and then back to nothing again. But then, Rachel had always been one to roll with the punches, except where her child was concerned.

“This bride thing is big news. We could have folks from all over the county coming here to participate.”

Luke hooked his thumbs into his belt. “So?”

“The point I’m trying to make is that I ... uh ... the town council expects you to do your part and marry up with one of those women.”

Luke lifted one brow. “Or what?”

Mayor Burke pulled off his glasses and busied himself cleaning them. He took his own sweet time putting them back on and adjusting them to fit. “Or you may find yourself out of a job.”

Luke straightened, hands on his hips. “That’s ridiculous. A man can’t be fired because he chooses to marry or not.”