A Pony Express Christmas
MISTLETOE MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCEWhen Jake Bridges suddenly finds himself the guardian of his orphaned niece, he knows he needs a wife. What does a stock tender at a pony express station know about raising little girls? A marriage of convenience to the child's caretaker is the most practical solution.A mail-order marriage seems like Leah Hollister's last chance to know the simple joys of family life. But then she receives word that her would-be groom is dead. Now Jake proposes she marry him. She knows love isn't necessary. Yet the more she learns of sweet Molly's kindhearted uncle, the more she dreams of a true partnership with the man who has unexpectedly captured her heart.
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MISTLETOE MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE
When Jake Bridges suddenly finds himself the guardian of his orphaned niece, he knows he needs a wife. What does a stock tender at a pony express station know about raising little girls? A marriage of convenience to the childâs caretaker is the most practical solution.
A mail-order marriage seems like Leah Hollisterâs last chance to know the simple joys of family life. But then she receives word that her would-be groom is dead. Now Jake proposes she marry him. She knows love isnât necessary. Yet the more she learns of sweet Mollyâs kindhearted uncle, the more she dreams of a true partnership with the man who has unexpectedly captured her heart.
âYou will never want for anything as long as you are my wife.â
Leah couldnât find words to express how she felt. It was a lot to take in. Sheâd gone from having no plans or future to having a man offer her marriage and a daughter. She loved Molly, and yet she still couldnât get out the word yes.
Molly burst through the kitchen door and ran to Leah. The little girl grabbed her free hand and tugged for Leah to follow her.
Leah gently pulled her back and said, âGo tell Mrs. Frontz that Iâll be there in a few minutes.â It was only after the little girl hurried away that she remembered Molly couldnât or wouldnât speak. How was she going to tell Mrs. Frontz what sheâd said?
She turned her attention back to Jake. He still held her hand firmly in his. âWhat about friendship, Jake? Can you allow yourself to be my friend?â
He squeezed her hand gently and warmth filled his voice. âI will give you friendship and respect, and I believe we will get along fine, Leah. Just donât ask for my heartâ¦â
RHONDA GIBSON
lives in New Mexico with her husband, James. She has two children and two beautiful grandchildren. Reading is something she has enjoyed her whole life, and writing stemmed from that love. When she isnât writing or reading, she enjoys gardening, beading and playing with her dog, Sheba. She speaks at conferences and local writing groups. You can visit her at www.rhondagibson.net, where she enjoys chatting with readers and friends online. Rhonda hopes her writing will entertain, encourage and bring others closer to God.
I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you.
âJohn 14:18
A very special thanks goes to Jean Williamson for all the wonderful resources that she provided to make this book possible. Thanks to Jean Kincaid, Kim Mort and Christina Rich. To James for your love and support, and above all, to my Lord and Savior.
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South Platte, Colorado Winter 1860
âRider! Coming in fast!â
Leah Hollister didnât have time to worry about her luggage tossed carelessly to the ground by the stagecoach driver, or the fact that the coachâs rapid exit had drenched her feet in wet, cold snow. She heard horseâs hooves pounding the ground, bearing down on her and the four-year-old child whose hand she gripped tightly within her own.
âMove, lady!â Panic filled the male voice that called out.
Leah scooped up the little girl and fled across the icy snow toward the porch of the large log cabin closest to her. Reaching it, she turned in time to see a young man on a horse speed past, leaping over her luggage with ease and heading toward a barn that was located on the far side of the house. Aware of the danger sheâd just escaped, Leahâs hands started to shake.
Two men were in front of the barn. One of them sat on a compact, sorrel-colored horse. The other man stood off to the side, watching the transfer between the riders, just as Leah was doing.
The first rider handed a flat leather saddle bag to a man astride a mustang. As soon as the second rider had the bag, he laid low over his horseâs neck and was gone almost as fast as the first young man had ridden in.
Leah stared after the rider until he could no longer be seen. She shivered as a blast of icy wind hit her uncovered face. Where was he going in such a hurry? Her gaze moved back to the barn and stable. The two other men had disappeared, presumably inside.
Molly buried her face in Leahâs neck and shivered. She tried to burrow her slight body closer. One small gloved hand tangled in the opening of Leahâs coat, allowing more cold air in, while the other clung to her worn rag doll.
Taking a deep breath, Leah walked back to their luggage, which still sat in the middle of the yard. Her tired brain tried to register what had just happened. Why had those riders been in such a hurry? What was in that bag that was so important? Sheâd never seen anything like it, but then, she hadnât seen much of life outside of an orphanage. Even the stagecoach ride had been exciting to a girl whoâd been so completely sheltered. It dawned on her that perhaps the stage stop was also a pony express stop as well.
