Tame a Wild Bride, a Western Romance
“She’d lived in this backwards town for nine years. Nine years she’ll never get back. But no one would recognize her now. Her new red hair color hidden beneath the plain bonnet she wore and new figure ensured that. She’d always been a skinny little thing with mousy brown hair but no more. Now she had generous curves in all the right places. That’s what happens when you aren’t working your finger to the bone every day. She wore cosmetics, too. Carefully applied powder, cheek and lip rouge, and coal black around her eyes made her unrecognizable as the clean faced woman who’d left.
Now she’d wait for her brother to get home and explain his letter to her. But in the meantime she’d have a drink or two. She found his whiskey in the kitchen cupboard. Pouring herself two fingers of the amber liquid, she swirled it in the glass. So pretty. Even the worst rot gut whiskey had the same beautiful amber color as the smoothest single malt. She preferred the single malt, but would settle... for the rot gut her brother drank. Any port in a storm as they said in San Francisco. Or in her case, any drink was better than no drink at all. She took the bottle and filled her flask. She’d emptied it ages ago on the train.MoreLess
Now she’d wait for her brother to get home and explain his letter to her. But in the meantime she’d have a drink or two. She found his whiskey in the kitchen cupboard. Pouring herself two fingers of the amber liquid, she swirled it in the glass. So pretty. Even the worst rot gut whiskey had the same beautiful amber color as the smoothest single malt. She preferred the single malt, but would settle... for the rot gut her brother drank. Any port in a storm as they said in San Francisco. Or in her case, any drink was better than no drink at all. She took the bottle and filled her flask. She’d emptied it ages ago on the train.MoreLess
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