"I'll saddle the horses," he said, his voice slightly gruff. "We should reach town before midday." The ride to Willow Creek took just under an hour. Amelia was grateful for the opportunity to prove her horsemanship, and Carrick seemed impressed by her comfortable seat and easy handling of Daisy. You didn't exaggerate your riding abilities, he commented as they approached the town.
I rarely exaggerate anything, Amelia replied. Though I'll admit it's been years since I've ridden regularly. You'll have plenty of opportunity now, Carrick said. Can't manage a ranch without horseback. Willow Creek looked more welcoming in daylight than it had upon Amelia's tearful arrival.
The main street boasted several new buildings alongside the original establishments, suggesting a town on the rise. People nodded greetings to Carrick as they rode past, curious eyes taking in Amelia's presence. They tied their horses outside the general store, and Carrick offered his arm as they entered. The proprietor, a balding man with spectacles, looked up from his ledger. Montgomery heard your bride arrived.
His gaze shifted to Amelia. Madam, welcome to Willow Creek. Thank you, Mr. Wilson. Albert Wilson. He extended his hand, which Amelia shook.
My wife's been beside herself with curiosity. New faces are always welcome, especially ladies. Towns got far too many single men for comfort. Carrick handed over his list. need these items, Al and Miss Foster will be selecting some fabric and notions. Of course, of course.
Wilson gestured toward the back of the store. Fabric sections just been expanded. Mary Thompson ordered in some new patterns from back east. As Amelia browsed the fabric selection, she was approached by a plump, cheerful woman who introduced herself as Beatatrice Wilson. So, your Carrick Montgomery's male order bride.
My, he's landed himself a pretty one. The woman's frank assessment was delivered with such goodnatured warmth that Amelia couldn't take offense. We're all so pleased he's finally settling down. Been worried about that boy all alone out there. You've known Mr. Montgomery long?
Amelia asked genuinely curious. since he first came to the territory. Quiet sort, but reliable as sunrise. Helped build half the structures in town, never asking payment. Just the sort of neighbor you want in a place like this. Beatatrice lowered her voice conspiratorally.
Broke half the single girl's hearts when he sent east for a bride instead of courting locally. This was news to Amelia. There were women interested in him. Honey, a man like that hardworking, honest, with his own land and not bad to look at. They were practically drawing straws for the chance.
Beatatrice chuckled, but he never seemed to notice. Too focused on that ranch of his. The information gave Amelia pause. Carrick could have had his pick of local women, yet he'd chosen to advertise for a male order bride. Why?