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    The Buffalo Hunter's Bride (Sweet Western Romance)
    The Buffalo Hunter's Bride (Sweet Western Romance)
    The Buffalo Hunter's Bride (Sweet Western Romance)
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    The Buffalo Hunter's Bride (Sweet Western Romance)

    By Sharaya Lee

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    The Buffalo Hunter’s Bride - Sweet Western Romance
    41 pages

    Excited, buffalo hunter Jeremiah “Buff” Carson gets ready to pick up his mail order bride, Julie Donovan of Chicago, at the Zandfort railway station. But suddenly his orphaned niece Annie shows up in his house on the prairie and Buff is faced with a dilemma. For reasons of her own, his new bride is not at all fond of other people’s children right now...

    This is a western romance suitable for all audiences.

    Note to readers: This is a short story of 41 pages, perfect for your lunch break or for bedtime reading.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSharaya Lee
    Release dateSep 21, 2013
    ISBN9781301056545
    The Buffalo Hunter's Bride (Sweet Western Romance)
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    Sharaya Lee

    Sharaya and Sherman Lee own a collie dog, two guitars, and live in the country with their children.Sharaya and Sherman are sharing a desk. If you liked Sharaya's romances, you might also like Sherman's Westerns "Stormie Jones," "They Knew No Mercy" and "Hawk." Also available at Smashwords.Western romance author Lenny Davis writes in the same vein. Highly recommended.

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      The Buffalo Hunter's Bride (Sweet Western Romance) - Sharaya Lee

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      The Buffalo Hunter’s Bride

      Sweet Western Romance Short Story

      by

      Sharaya Lee

      Copyright 2013 by Sharaya Lee

      All rights reserved!

      This story is a work of fiction.

      Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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      Jeremiah Buff Carson stepped out of his house on the prairie. He inhaled deeply as he stood on the porch and locked the door. His heart in his broad chest was thumping, because he was going to get married today. In two hours he’d be in Zandfort to pick up his bride at the station and he was looking forward to the moment. He’d never seen Julie Donovan before, as she was a mail order bride. But they had exchanged letters for a while and he found her personality, which shone through in her letters, to be a pleasant one.

      He turned around after locking the door and noticed a speck on the vast sea of grass in front of the farm. Buff immediately reopened the house and reached for his big-bore buffalo gun that leaned on the wall inside, right next to the still-moist bucket with the scrub brush in it.

      Walking to the edge of the porch, he shaded his eyes and squinted. What was coming toward him was fast, but too small for a wolf or a bear. What strange animal…?

      After a minute or so he saw that it was a person running. Who might that be? he wondered.

      After another minute he saw that the person running was small. Soon it became clear that it was a child, perhaps ten years old. The girl was running swiftly through the high grass. She wore a maroon dress with white polka dots on it. Her arms were pumping. In one hand she held a doll whose woolen hair was copper-toned just like the child’s.

      Buff sighed. He leaned the gun on the wall and crossed his arms. His heavy boots clomped down the porch stairs as he walked toward the arriving girl.

      She came and stood in front of him, panting. Doubled over, she put her hands on her knees and looked up at Jeremiah with only one green eye. Her hair covered the other one.

      That you, Uncle Buff?

      The beard. It probably confused her. That and his shaggy hair, which was much longer than he usually wore it. Right now it fell clear past the collar of his dust coat.

      Annie, Buff said. I thought you was in Springs City. What you doin’ out here, honey? There was nobody else for miles and miles around. Who brung you? Where you comin’ from?

      I came to see if Mama might have come back yet. She was still panting. And Papa, too.

      Buff looked away and bit his lip.

      Mama’s not comin’ no more, he said. Papa neither. Fever done them in, Annie. You know it.

      He didn’t mention to the child that her parents, Buff’s sister Ellen and her husband Thomas, lay buried by the grove of live oak just a few hundred yards away. Their graves were marked by wooden crosses, but the girl didn’t know what they meant. Annie had never seen a grave before. The farms and settlements so far west were too new to have graveyards.

      Now, you’ve seen Mama after her soul went to be with the Lord, Buff said, remembering Ellen’s beautiful face, white in death.

      Yeah, Annie said. She stood erect again. But I thought she might have woke up.

      Buff sighed. People don’t wake up after they go to be with the Lord, Annie. We won’t see them again until Resurrection Day.

      When’s that? Annie said.

      Sometime soon.

      But when? Annie insisted.

      I wish I knew, Jeremiah Carson said.

      Annie mulled it over for a moment. Then she said, You live here now, Uncle Buff?

      Why, yes, honey. Your Papa and Mama done gave me the farm to take care of before they went to Heaven. Somebody needs to take care of it. It’s a nice farm.

      Can I stay with you, Uncle Buff? Annie said.

      Why, it’s much nicer over at the orphanage, Annie. I’m an old man—at twenty-nine—and you’re a sprightly young lady. It’s not good that the two of us live out here by ourselves. You need company. Besides, I’m sure that everybody at the orphanage is missing you already.

      I ran away, Annie said.

      Why? Was it bad there? At the orphanage?

      Well, no. They got a school, and school is fun. I just wasn’t sure. I wanted to see if Mama had come back. That’s why I come out here.

      How’d you get here?

      I ran.

      You got to be jestin’, young lady. Nobody can run from Springs City to here on just their two feet, jump along like a hind on high places.

      I can, Annie said.

      He pointed at her feet. You don’t even wear shoes.

      All the orphans wear no shoes.

      She was used to running barefoot. Shoes for growing girls were hard to come by. Plus, they cost money.

      Where’d you sleep?

      In the hay. One barn had a dog, but he was nice. He was tall. She raised her hand to indicate his size. Stood clear up to my shoulders. But he didn’t bark me out. She said it like dealing with giant dogs was nothing.

      What’d you eat?

      Fat of the land, she said, quoting something her father had been fond to say. Eating the fat of the land. That had been his vision for his family and the farm.

      Buff rubbed his beardy chin. She ran?

      For two days?

      All the way from Springs City? Annie was a sprightly girl for sure, a filly of the prairie. He knew that she was an enduring runner, fast as a rabbit. She had a nose for pullet eggs and berries. She even ate fried locusts when she wanted to, as did Buff. She might actually have learned to eat locusts from him as buffalo hunters had educated palates. She could throw stones, too, with precision.

      But still…

      Suddenly her lower lip began to quiver. She rubbed her eyes. Uncle Buff, can’t I just stay with you?

      Buff scooped his niece up in his arms and said tenderly, You’re just homesick for this place, Annie. That’ll blow over.

      But I like you, she said. I don’t care what the other people say about buffalo hunters, that they’re coarse buffoons. You’re not. I like you. I really do.

      Buff laughed softly as he carried her up the stairs and into the house. Well, I appreciate your vote of confidence.

      Then I can stay here?

      Buff looked into her yawning face. You’re tired, honey. All that runnin’ made you tired. You hungry?

      She nodded.

      And thirsty?

      She kept nodding.

      Buff sighed again. He needed to get

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