“You Bought the Wrong Bride,” the Cowgirl Said

the last 6 years moving stock north along the rail lines for her father’s outfit, a job that suited her better than any parlor ever had. That week she was escorting 40 head to a buyer outside Larkspur and riding the same eastbound train two cars up from a connection in Omaha, minding 40 head of cattle and her own ledger and nobody else’s romance.

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