The Gunman's Bride
“With all the excitement over the Friday-night fire at O’Reilly’s Saloon, Rosie wasn’t sure how many men would haul themselves out of bed to cast a school election vote. Only a scant number of townsmen had appeared at Harvey House for breakfast, and she feared the inactivity didn’t bode well for extending Mr. Kilgore’s free public school for an extra three-month term.
Tired and on edge after the busy night, she scrubbed her dining-room station after the last morning train had chugged away from the depot. The exhilaration of the previous evening had faded during the long sleepless hours in which she had turned the reappearance of Bart Kingsley over in her mind.
When she asked permission to visit the voting boxes, Rosie acknowledged inwardly that she was driven out into the brisk morning by more than a desire to watch men cast ballots.
As she walked, she scanned the front of every building, peeking into windows and glancing through open front doors. She scrutinized every carriage that ra...ttled past her down the street.MoreLess
Tired and on edge after the busy night, she scrubbed her dining-room station after the last morning train had chugged away from the depot. The exhilaration of the previous evening had faded during the long sleepless hours in which she had turned the reappearance of Bart Kingsley over in her mind.
When she asked permission to visit the voting boxes, Rosie acknowledged inwardly that she was driven out into the brisk morning by more than a desire to watch men cast ballots.
As she walked, she scanned the front of every building, peeking into windows and glancing through open front doors. She scrutinized every carriage that ra...ttled past her down the street.MoreLess
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