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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  EDWINA’S HUSBAND

  by

  AGNES ALEXANDER

  WHISKEY CREEK PRESS

  www.whiskeycreekpress.com

  Published by

  WHISKEY CREEK PRESS

  Whiskey Creek Press

  PO Box 51052

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  Copyright Ó 2013 by Agnes Alexander

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  Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher.

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  ISBN: 978-1-61160-645-4

  Cover Artist: Gemini Judson

  Editor: Dave Field

  Printed in the United States of America

  Dedication

  To my wonderful critique group who makes all my books sound better: Harol Mashall, Nancy Gotter Gates and Betty DiMeo.

  Prologue

  Richmond, Virginia: Last week of May 1888

  Getting away from Richmond wasn’t as hard as Edwina thought it would be. When her uncle, the Reverend Hezekiah D. Thorn, announced he and his wife, Callie, were to lead a two-week revival at several small churches in the Shenandoah Valley, she knew this was the opportunity she’d been praying for. During the week preceding the trip, she began gathering the things she and her fifteen-month-old son, Adam, would need for the journey.

  Since she kept Adam’s clothes in a trunk under the window in her room, it was easy to slip some of her things underneath them. Though they were old and worn, her two best brown day dresses were easily hidden there along with some of her undergarments. In the carpet bag, she placed two outfits for Adam and a change of underclothes for herself. She left plenty of room for his diapers and gowns, a simple toy she’d been able to hide from her uncle and a couple of bottles in case Adam became upset on the trip.

  In her reticule she put a small comb, brush, extra hair pins and necessities for the baby. She also stashed the money she had been able to save in one of Adam’s socks and tucked it in the bottom of her drawstring purse. She kept all these things hidden away until the day her uncle and aunt left on their trek into the mountains.

  As soon as her relatives were out of sight, Edwina dressed in her best brown dress, the one she wore to church every Sunday. Putting her straw hat on her blonde hair, she went to the bank and did something she had never done before. She lied to the banker so she could withdraw money. She told him her uncle and aunt left her responsible to pay for the running of the house while they were gone. He allowed her to get three times the monthly allotment she was normally allowed to take at one time from the account left to her by her parents. She prayed God would forgive her for lying as she went directly to the depot and bought a ticket on the afternoon train.

  At two o’clock, the hired cab came to the house, picked up her bag and trunk and drove her to the station. At three-thirty the train pulled out. It wasn’t until they were traveling at what she considered a high speed that she let out a sigh of relief. With a smile, she hugged her toddler to her breast and whispered, “We did it, baby boy. We got away. Now I won’t have to worry about you being taken away from me. We’re on our way to New Mexico to find your daddy.”

  Chapter 1

  New Mexico Territory: June, 1888

  The dining room table in Wyatt Singleton’s sprawling adobe ranch house was heavily laden with roast turkey, all the trimmings and at least five vegetables. Juan Garcia opened a vintage wine and filled the glasses. The bread was brought in by Juan’s wife, Rosalinda. The couple had worked for the Singleton family since Wyatt was a baby. Wyatt’s mother died when he was eight and Rosalinda had become the woman he looked to as he would have his mother.

  Now that he was head of the Singleton household, Wyatt made it clear the Garcia’s places were secure as long as they desired to stay employed. He also made it clear when they retired, the cottage they occupied a half mile from the big house, was theirs as long as they lived. Of course, Wyatt had their love and complete loyalty.

  When Rosalinda set the bread bowl down, she gave Wyatt a look which told him she wasn’t pleased at all about the way this dinner party was going. He winked at her and turned to his guest, Thourgood Reeson.

  Rosalinda moved back to the kitchen and plopped down on one of the stools near the work table. “That man’s asking for trouble,” she mumbled to Dena Black, a young woman who had recently been hired to help Rosalinda cook and clean. “He’s not thinking straight.”

  “I’m sure Mr. Singleton is thinking okay, Miz Rosalinda.”

  “That’s what you think, Dena. He ain’t got no sense if he gets himself tied up with that Cora Sue Reeson. She’s not the kind of wife he needs. She’ll spend her time giving parties and showing off that red hair and flirting with other men. She won’t do nothing but make Mr. Wyatt—”

  “Now, Rosalinda, I think you should hold your tongue.” Juan came into the kitchen and sat the empty wine bottle on the table. “Mr. Wyatt knows what he’s doing. It ain’t any of your business.”

  “Don’t tell me that, old man. I practically raised that boy after his mama died. Then when old Mr. Singleton married that high and mighty Roxy from New Orleans, I was the only woman he had in the house he could trust. He couldn’t stand that floozy.”

  “Well, it’s a good thing that floozy didn’t last long. Then Mr. Ben got hurt and what was it, three months after Mr. Wyatt came home from his visit in the east that she hightailed it back to New Orleans? Mr. Wyatt and his daddy got along all right after that.”

  “They tolerated each other, Juan. They still do, but it’s hard for both of them with Mr. Ben confined to a wheelchair and Mr. Wyatt running the ranch.”

  “Why was Mr. Wyatt gone when Mr. Singleton had his accident?” Dena asked.

>   “He wanted to get away from his daddy and the woman he married. He’d probably still be gone if that horse hadn’t broke loose and almost trampled Mr. Ben to death,” Rosalinda said.

  “Have you sent up Mr. Singleton’s supper?” Juan looked at Dena.

  “Mr. Walker came for it earlier. He’s already brought back the dishes and had his supper here in the kitchen. He said he’d put Mr. Singleton out on his balcony to enjoy the sunset.”

  A bell tingled.

  “I guess that means they’re ready for dessert.” Dena fussed with the plates on the tray. “Does it look all right?”

  “You did a good job, Dena. I’m sure Rosalinda appreciates your help in the kitchen tonight.” Juan nodded to her then looked at his wife. “Want me to serve it?”

  “I wish you would. If I have to take another look at that Miss Cora Sue batting her eyes at Mr. Wyatt, I might throw it on that fancy pink silk dress she’s wearing.”

  Juan grinned and picked up the tray. “Then I guess I’d better serve.”

  As he started out, someone knocked on the front door. “Since I’m serving this for you, Rosalinda, why don’t you see who has come a calling?”

  * * * *

  Without looking at the luscious strawberry dessert Juan was serving, Wyatt turned to Reeson. “Now, Thourgood, how do you propose we handle this situation? I don’t want to see any bloodshed on my ranch and I gather you don’t want it on yours.”

  “That’s true, but sometimes it can’t be helped. Of course with my spread being only less than half as large as yours, I have more to fear. Those squatters could start trying to take my land any day.” He grinned. “Now if our two ranches were combined…”

  Cora Sue giggled and her mother, Mildred, ducked her head toward her plate.

  Sheriff Jeff Bodger glanced at his wife, Vera, but didn’t say anything.

  Wyatt ignored Thourgood’s insinuation. “Well, there’s no reason why we can’t combine forces. I talked to Wilkins down south of me and Norton to the East as soon as you mentioned that homesteaders were popping up on some New Mexico ranches. They’re both willing to join us.”

  “I’m sure they are, but you know both of them are more or less a day’s ride from either of us. If trouble starts, they’re too far away to do us any good.”

  “I think it’s a good idea for you ranchers to back each other up,” Sheriff Bodger said.

  “We will, but we’d do it better if we came to an understanding.” Wyatt looked at him and Thourgood went on. “Legally, I mean.”

  “I think what Reeson is trying to say,” Jeff said, “is he wants to combine your two ranches.”

  Wyatt lifted an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you wanted to sell out, Reeson.”

  Thourgood sputtered. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.” He wiped strawberry juice from the corner of his mouth. “You know you have this big old house here and with your father an invalid who never leaves his room, you need someone to run it for you. You also need a pretty woman to be your hostess at this kind of function and I know a perfect candidate for the job.”

  Cora Sue giggled again and said, “This would be a wonderful house to run and it’s laid out so you could have lots of wonderful parties.” Before she could elaborate, her mother reached over and touched her arm.

  Wyatt had known for some time Thourgood Reeson wanted him to marry his daughter, but did he have to be so brazen about it? He wasn’t ready to settle down and if he was, he wouldn’t want a woman like Cora Sue, though she was sure pretty enough. Her auburn hair with its shiny red streaks was the shade of some of the lilies Rosalinda had in the flower garden. Her green eyes were the color of jade. All the young women envied her figure and the beautiful clothes she wore. It was well known that several men from their small town of Cool Wood would happily give up their bachelorhood to wed the beautiful Cora Sue Reeson. Wyatt felt a little guilty because his only interest in the woman was getting her into his bed, but he didn’t want to marry her to do it.

  Before Wyatt could think of an appropriate answer to give his neighbor, Rosalinda came into the dinning room. “I’m sorry to disturb you, Mr. Wyatt, but there’s someone at the door to see you.”

  Wyatt frowned. “Did you tell them I had company and wasn’t to be disturbed.”

  “I did, but they insisted.”

  “Who is it, Rosalinda?” He didn’t know if it would be worth disturbing this meeting with his neighbor rancher and the sheriff to meet with some stranger at the door.

  “I asked and I almost fainted when she told me who she was.”

  “Well, don’t keep me in suspense. Who is she?”

  “She said she’s Mrs. Wyatt Singleton.”

  Chapter 2

  Before anyone could speak, Wyatt shoved his chair backward and lurched toward the door to the foyer.

  “What is the meaning of this, Singleton?” Thourgood yelled.

  “Daddy, is he married?” Cora Sue almost shrieked. “You said if I married him it would make you happy and I’d have lots of pretty dresses and be able to have all the parties I wanted.”

  Wyatt ignored them all. “Where is she?” he demanded of Rosalinda.

  “I put her in your study since your friends were in here. I figured you’d want to see her alone.”

  Wyatt nodded and headed to the room he used to keep the books and other things that a large ranch required. It was a good place for her. She was probably trying to extort money. He’d be damned if she was getting a dime from him. He wasn’t married to anybody and never had been. This sounded like some of the schemes Roxy had tried to pull when she got his father drunk and married him. To this day, Wyatt wasn’t convinced they were legally married. The woman was that devious. Devious enough to have put some woman up to this scam. He expected to hear from his greedy former step-mother someday, though he hoped it wouldn’t be anytime soon.

  He jerked open the door and stormed into the study.

  A petite girl with a small child on her knees sat on the black horsehair sofa facing the fireplace. She turned and her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulder like an array of spring buttercups. Her blue eyes sparkled and when she looked at him she smiled.

  “Who the hell are you?” he roared, though he couldn’t help admiring her audacity. She didn’t look a day over sixteen. Someone had to be behind this charade.

  Roxy, no doubt.

  She stood and held the little boy in her arms. He looked to be somewhere around a year old. Maybe a little older.

  “See, Adam. I told you we’d find your daddy. And here he is.”

  “I’ll be damned. I don’t have a wife and I sure don’t have a child. Who are you and what do you want?” He looked at her tiny frame and wondered if she was really the mother of this baby. Probably not.

  She looked hurt. “Of course I’m your wife. Don’t you remember me?”

  “Lady, I’ve never seen you before in my life.”

  She gasped. “How can you say that? We were married almost two years ago. You’ve got to remember.”

  “I don’t remember a thing about it.” He glared at her and a twinge of recognition floated through his mind. She did look a little familiar, but that didn’t mean a thing. He’d probably met her somewhere and she’d learned about his wealth. Roxy would surely pick someone like this to try to get money from him. This young woman looked innocent and appealing. Too bad she was trying to pull a con. And with a child.

  “But you have to remember me.” She swallowed. “You married me and then you left the next day. I didn’t know I was going to have Adam until you’d been gone a while.”

  “Lady, I’ve never intentionally married—”

  “Oh, you didn’t want to marry me, but you did. Uncle Hezekiah said you had to because you kissed me.”

  “Oh, God! You don’t mean…” His voice trailed off. A memory was coming back to him.

  “You do remember.” Her ocean-colored eyes bore into his dark black ones.

  “Not exactly.”

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��Uncle Hezekiah wanted to perform the ceremony, but you insisted your preacher do it. My uncle gave in and your preacher did marry us. I’ve got the paper we signed.” She sat her baby down and picked up her reticule.

  “I need a drink!” Wyatt strode across the room to his liquor cabinet and poured a brandy into a crystal glass. It was all coming back to him now. He remembered he’d seen this little beauty with some girlfriends in the park in Richmond as he was getting ready to leave Virginia to come back and take over the ranch for his injured father. When he spoke to her, she said she was leaving church to spend the day at some girl’s house. Though her dress wasn’t of the kind stylish women wore, she was one of the most beautiful girls he’d ever seen and he felt he had to have her. He’d flirted, but she’d backed away. He could tell then she was an innocent. She’d never been close to a man and he wanted to be her first. He never dreamed there would be consequences. Now she was saying he had a son.

  He remembered it took some time to steal a kiss behind one of the bushes in the park. Unfortunately her uncle came rushing up, slapped him on the back and began telling him what a vile heathen he was. The old man demanded they go into the nearest church and get married. Wyatt refused and the girl was crying and begging her uncle. She didn’t want to get married either. But the wiry preacher told Wyatt he would marry his niece or he would die right there in the park.

  One of Wyatt’s friends came forward and said he was a preacher and if they had to marry, he wanted to perform the ceremony. The friend was a bank employee. He had no right to marry anyone, but the girl and her uncle didn’t know that. Neither did they know Wyatt and his cronies had used the offer of a false marriage to break down a girl’s resistance.

  Knowing his friend’s background, Wyatt agreed he’d marry if this friend could perform the ceremony. He knew then the marriage wouldn’t be legal. Finally the uncle agreed and Wyatt went inside the small church with the girl and went through the motions of a wedding. It was all he and his friend could do not to burst out laughing at the charade. They even filled out papers and his friend took a copy saying he was going to get it registered. The girl and her uncle believed the whole thing and Wyatt set off to the hotel with his new bride to enjoy the fruits of his marriage. Of course, unbeknownst to her, there had been no real marriage.