The Stafford Collection, Historical Western Romances - Plot & Excerpts
Although Amelia loved her family, she had always had an independent spirit and no qualms about traveling alone. She looked around the gilded traveling car and her eyes fastened on a couple across the aisle. The wife was reading with her head tilted forward and her husband’s was thrown back against the seat next to her in a deep slumber. A loud snore rattled its way up his throat and she elbowed him in the ribs as he resettled in a more comfortable position. Amelia tried to hide her smile. She watched them for a moment pondering if that was how her parents would have been if her mother had lived. If that’s how she will be one day. Sighing, she drew her eyes away and stretched. It was nearly dusk. She figured she had better use the loo before it got any darker. She climbed to her feet and held onto the backs of the chairs to steady herself on the ever-moving floor. She clumsily made her way up the long aisle only to find she had to go into the next forward car.
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