“You Bought the Wrong Bride,” the Cowgirl Said

him.

The train came in loud and slow, hissing steam across the platform, and Wyatt Calder watched every window like a man watching for weather. A woman stepped down from the second car.

She was not dressed for a wedding. She wore a split canvas riding skirt gone pale at the knees, a man’s wool coat two sizes too large, and gloves worn through at the continue reading …