Cinders' Bride: Mail Order Brides Of Texas - Plot & Excerpts
“Asherville, Texas folks!” The drive yelled. “This is it, Asherville, Texas,” the brown-toothed man sitting across from her announced. He spit once again on the stagecoach floor and leered at her. “Are ya sure ya want to get hitched to Ole John Hardy? I can be your husband if ya like.” He leaned toward her and she quickly turned her head from the fetid smell of his rotting teeth. She wished he wouldn’t speak. Shannon shuddered, trying not to glance at him. He’d made her uncomfortable with his stare the whole last leg of her trip. Until then there had been other passengers and he behaved himself, but now she never wanted to be in his company again. Opening the shade, she looked out the coach window. The bright sun made her eyes squint from the glare. It didn’t look to be much of a town but beggars couldn’t be choosers, and in this situation, she was definitely the beggar. The driver opened the door, and Shannon expected to get off first, but the nasty passenger pushed past her and left.
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