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CHAPTER ONE

REBECCA

The journey had been long If I were to pen a letter to a dear relative, it is what I would write One never complained or shared discomfort, especially when the missive would not arrive fordelay, a letter would have arrived in the Montana Territory faster than I Ever since Chicago, I had ridden alone, no chaperone It would have been best if I had one, but there was no one I kneished to venture into the wilds and unsettled land of the Indians I didn't wish to venture there either, but the choice was not reeted by est of houses dotted across the almost treeless landscape

This tireeted not by one ed to ed Several had dark hair, soer, yet all were large, well muscled and decidedly handsome These were not the usual men who moved within my father's circles in the London elite They were direct in their gazes, powerful in their stances and looked as if they lived life instead of watching it froot their hands dirty instead of paying someone to do it for the, as I had not been taught how to handle such doaze shifted fro me Perhaps I had travelled faster than a letter after all

One man descended the steps from the porch and approached "Good afternoon"

"Good afternoon," I replied with a slight nod of my head

Four wo smiles, joined the men on the porch

"Welcoewater I'm Kane," the man said

I nodded once again and clenched the reins in a tight grip, hopefully n of nervousness This was thefor three months, and I was terribly nervous I couldn't be shipped back to England, for I was legally bound to one of the roup Surely, he wouldn't reject race? Could he? I was to live here, in a land so foreign from my own, and in this moment, I couldn't decide which fate orse

"Mr Kane, I aomery I am here to meet Mr McPherson"

At my pronouncement, two men stepped forward Both were fair-haired and of similar appearance for it to be obvious they were related, although one was slightly taller, slightly broader, slightlyand he set my heart aflutter It could have been because he stared athe could see all the way to my soul While the look was intense, I felt as if his interest was solely on un went off, I doubted he would blink

"Which McPherson are ye seeking, lass?" This was from the shorter of the two men, his voice was deep and clear and aaze away from the other

I sed, for it seemed my husband was one of these two

"Mr Dashiell McPherson"

"What would ye be wantin' with hiue had goose flesh rising on my arms and I wasn't even cold

I looked in his pale eyes, ignoring everyone else, and licked my lips as I tilted my chin up a notch "He is my husband"

Both men's broent up at my words, clearly surprised by the statement

"And how have you become wed?" Mr Kane asked from my side He, too, was curious, as were the wo to each other Besides a surprised look or two, the men wereto be a bride before?

"It was seen to by omery"