Pauline fidgeted in her seat while Mary Anne struggled to tame her wild locks enough to braid her hair for bed. Her mother agitatedly paced the room behind her.
“There’s something that man is not telling us,” Josephine said with knitted brows. “I can feel it.”
“Then, call off the wedding,” Pauline said as she shrunk away from Mary Anne’s ministrations and placed her hand on her head where her hair had been pulled too hard.
“Good try,” Josephine said as she unceremoniously yanked the brush from Mary Anne and tackled the tangled mop on Pauline’s head with gusto. “Have you been using the coconut rinse I purchased for your hair?”
“I hate the smell of coconut,” Pauline whined.
“I should think you’d prefer it to going through this every single night,” Josephine spat.
“Ouch! Mother, please give the brush back to Mary Anne,” Pauline begged. “You’re hurting me.”
Josephine sighed and handed the brush back to the lady’s maid. “I’m sorry, my dear girl. It’s just that I’m certain Mr. Kennedy is keeping something from us and I want to know what it is. Did you see the way he avoided talking about his family every time your father brought them up?”
“Not everyone has a good relationship with their parents, mother,” Pauline said with a sigh.
“Did you know he comes from wealth?” Josephine added as if she hadn’t heard Pauline’s comment. “Why would a man who was raised in gentle society walk away from his family legacy to become a body guard and a gunslinger? It’s my understanding that he’s the only heir. I would think he’d return to Ireland and claim his inheritance and title from his father. I don’t wish to speak ill of the dead, but it was odd the way his mother and siblings came over, but his father stayed behind.”
“Is he truly a gunslinger?” Pauline asked enthusiastically.
“From what I understand, he’s fast with a gun,” Josephine said.
“So, he shoots well,” Pauline chuckled. “I should think that would be a bonus in a body guard.”
“Did you know his skills are for hire?” Josephine continued.
“I would imagine he’s being paid to fetch me, mother,” Pauline said patiently. “Unless you charmed him into carrying me off to the slaughter house out of the goodness of his heart.”
“I’ll have you know, young lady, that your father and I never laid eyes on one another until the day of our wedding. It’s considered wise to allow your parents to find a suitable match for you to assure your security and happiness in life,” Josephine hissed.
“If I’m not mistaken, it isn’t my happiness father has in mind,” Pauline drawled.
“I’ll hear no more of this. We have only a few more days together before Mr. Kennedy whisks you off to meet your future husband. I’d like them to be pleasant days, if you don’t mind.”
“Why do I have to go to him? Why isn’t he coming to me? Do you even know what Angus McCann looks like?” Pauline practically screeched. “All I know is that he’s old and dresses like a cowboy.”
“Of course, he dresses like a cowboy,” Josephine snapped. “He owns one of the most prosperous ranches in Texas. As for his looks… well… be grateful he’s not handsome. A husband with looks and money is a dangerous combination. You’ll find you won’t have to worry about unscrupulous females competing for your husband’s pockets if he’s less than desirable to look at.”
“Doesn’t it bother you in the least that he’s more your age than mine?” Pauline asked with teary eyes.
Josephine looked startled by her daughter’s remark. In her day, it was considered desirable to marry your daughter off to a man of advanced years. It was those advanced years that allowed him to acquire the means to keep her in comfort and style. There was also the possibility of the husband leaving her to enjoy the remainder of her life as a free, young, and wealthy widow. Marrying for love was a rarity, so the prospect of being left a wealthy young widow was a desirable thing. She found it difficult to believe that her daughter did not understand that.
“Are you going to sit there and tell me that you would rather marry a penniless young upstart than a well to do man of advanced years?” Josephine gasped.
“I just wish he looked like Aiden Kennedy, but had Angus McCann’s money,” Pauline sighed. “That’s all.”
“That only happens in fairy tales, my darling daughter,” Josephine said as she placed a light kiss on Pauline’s forehead.
“Didn’t you say Mr. Kennedy came from money?” Pauline asked wistfully.
“Mr. Kenney does not have the Bar J&K Ranch,” Josephine said with a sigh as she left the room.
Pauline pulled the waist length braid that Mary Anne finished binding with a ribbon over her left breast and stared at herself in the mirror. “What I wouldn’t give to have my future husband be Aiden Kennedy.”
“Is he really handsome?” Mary Anne asked. Now that Josephine was out of the room, she could relax and be the friend to Pauline that she’d become over the years.
“I’m sure I’m in love,” Pauline said as she fell across the bed on her back. “He has blue eyes that encompass you when he looks at you. It’s like he’s looking deep inside to your soul. It’s mesmerizing. His hair is a beautiful sun-streaked brown that he wears in an ‘I don’t care’ kind of fashion. It suits his personality.”
“Is he tall?” Mary Anne asked as she sprawled across the bed next to Pauline.
“I felt small when he stood next to me, yet safe. He has big, broad shoulders and slender hips,” Pauline sighed.
“You looked at his hips?” Mary Anne giggled.
Pauline giggled back and confessed that she watched him put his gun belt on before he donned his coat and hat. She was completely smitten by the handsome and dangerous gunslinger, Aiden Kennedy, and totally disheartened that she was being married off to a Texas toad.
She asked Mary Anne to wake her early enough to slip out of the house before anyone was awake. She found solace while fishing in the creek. She wanted to return to there in the morning to be alone and think. She’d been lucky to have a good catch. Maybe it would happen again. A good catch always helped lighten her mood.
Pauline struggled to clear the fog from her head when Mary Anne shook her awake at the pre-dawn hour. Sleep eluded her for most of the night. Images of Aiden Kennedy haunted her. Her body was hot with desire before she succeeded in pushing him far enough out of her head for sleep to take over. She had no idea how much sleep she got, but she knew it wasn’t much.The temptation to roll over and stay in bed was great, but she knew that, once she was up and maneuvering through the day, she’d regret not taking time to be alone at her favorite thinking spot.She kept a special outfit set aside for whenever she would sneak out during the wee hours of the morning. Since it consisted of men’s attire, she had to wear it during a time that she knew she wouldn’t be seen by her parents - or anyone else, for that matter. Pants and lack of a corset made for a much more comfortable fishing experience.As she donned her coat and ac
Aiden was lost in the bliss of Pauline’s supple body. His mind could think of nothing more than what it would be like to have her completely. He wrestled with the idea of taking her right there on the bank. After all, she was destined to be his wife. Why not taste her charms a little early?Her willingness to have him was both exciting and disconcerting. Her kisses were fairly expert for an untouched socialite. This led to the next question. Was she untouched? Her father claimed so in his proposal of marriage, but her actions led him to believe differently. The need to know the answer was all overwhelming.With his lips still consuming her breast, he slid his hand into the pants that her slender hips barely filled until they found her most private area. Her gasp of encouragement drove him on as he slid his long, recently manicured fingers into her soft depths to feel for her virginity. It was intact.Scowling
Pauline stood on the bank in stunned silence while she stared at Aiden’s broad shoulders as he sat with erect casualness in the saddle while riding away. It was clear he was just as much at home in the saddle as he was out of it; if not more so.What just happened? She didn’t know whether she should chase after him and demand he go with her to the house to face her parents or turn her back on him like he had done to her.She wasn’t used to men not giving in to her desires and wishes. She certainly never imagined a man would love her and leave her. Yet, that’s exactly what it looked like Aiden Kennedy was doing.She bit her lip nervously. Had she been a fool? Had she given up her virginity to a gun slinging cad who had no intention of making an honest woman of her? Would she be sent off to marry the Texas toad as a soiled woman?What made matters worse was that, despite the fact that h
Aiden leaned his elbows on the bar at the gentleman’s club while he fondled his glass of whiskey. The amber liquid swirled around the inside the intricately cut crystal while thoughts, simultaneously, swirled around the inside of his head. How could he have been so foolish? He should have grabbed that little vixen at the creek side, tossed her onto his horse in front of him, and paraded her back to her parents’ house to face the consequences of their actions. Instead, he had to one-up her with insults and leave her hanging as to what he’d do when she asked him about their getting married.Now, it looked like the game was on. He should have guessed she’d want to get back at him. Spoiled little rich girls were all alike. He’d been around plenty of them back in Ireland, and a few since he’d come to America. Why should she be any different? Hadn’t she tried to trick him into deflowering her
Pauline was nervous. She was so devastated by Aiden’s rejection that she didn’t take the time to really plan her escape. Upon Mary Anne’s suggestion, they were headed for St. Martin Parish. What neither woman considered was the fact that the train didn’t go to St. Martin Parish. They were forced to de-board at Lafayette and take a stage coach the rest of the way.The fact that, although they were relatives of Mary Anne, she’d never set eyes on them -nor did she have their exact address- was also a factor she hadn’t considered until she’d suffered the uncomfortable seats in the crowded smoke-filled railcar for a few hours.She found being ogled by the two unkempt and smelly men that were ogling her from the opposite seat in the stage coach unsettling. She did her best to look relaxed and unaware of their stares, but it was difficult. When one of them pulled out a whiskey flask and offered her a drin
Aiden opened the note the desk clerk handed him as he and Angus entered the lobby. It was from Dennis O’Malley.My dear Mr. Kennedy,It is with deep regret that I write this.When Pauline did not return home from her hat shopping excursion, we assumed she went to visit a friend as she has been known to do on more than one occasion. Since her maid was accompanying her, we did not worry. It was not until her phaeton was returned to us by a hired man in the dark of night that we realized something was amiss. After making inquiries as discreetly as possible at the homes of all of her friends and our acquaintances, we can only conclude that our Pauline has met with misfortune. We can think of no one better to turn to for assistance in finding our Pauline and pray you will see your way clear to coming to our aid.Respectfully,
Pauline couldn’t remember ever being as hot as she was at that moment. If she thought her senses were being assaulted during the stagecoach ride, it was nothing compared to what she had to endure while being trussed up in the back of a covered wagon with twenty other women. A few roamed freely, while making snide and taunting remarks to the ones that were tied up. They were the professional prostitutes who willingly signed on with Jessie. The majority of the young women were there against their will and from a background that didn’t include prostitution.Pauline’s leg and hip pained her. She’d been so outraged by Jessie’s very bold and very public forced inspection of her womanhood that she kicked out just as soon as Harold and Tom loosened their grip enough for her strong legs to break free. The heel of her traveling boot caught Jesse in the left breast, knocking the wind from her. Her toe assailed Tom’s manho
Aiden was exhausted. He could only imagine how tired Angus must be. He’d caught a few hours of sleep on the train to Lafayette, but that was almost twenty hours ago. He was too wound up to follow Angus’ example and get a little sleep on the train, although he tried. His mind wouldn’t stop going over scenarios of what could have happened to Pauline. He’d hoped she was safely tucked away in Mary Anne’s family’s home, but something in his gut told him that she wasn’t.When they finally found Mary Anne’s family and asked to speak to Mary Anne alone, she confessed that she and Pauline were separated at the way station between Lafayette and St. Martin Parish. She claimed the station master was in on the ruse that separated vulnerable, pretty girls from their companions so that they could be taken and sold to brothels out west.Mary Anne claimed she wanted to return to New Orleans and warn the O’Mal