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Her Prairie Knight - ebook

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Her Prairie Knight - ebook

Eastern society girl Beatrice Lansell, on a visit to her brother’s Montana ranch, is being pressured by her social-climbing mother to accept her English nobleman suitor, Sir Redmond Hayes. She fills her days with coquetry, leisure and meaningless flirtations, but she has never found true love. The staunchly independent Beatrice finds herself equally annoyed and attracted by mysterious cowboy Keith Cameron. Will this improbable romance last? There’s plenty of conflict as corporations start buying up the free range, plenty of excitement and danger from the elements and criminals, and of course, plenty of romance as a New York socialite and a ruggedly noble cowpuncher fall in love.

Kategoria: Classic Literature
Język: Angielski
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ISBN: 978-83-8136-613-7
Rozmiar pliku: 2,6 MB

FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI

Contents

I. STRANDED ON THE PRAIRIE.

II. A HANDSOME COWBOY TO THE RESCUE.

III. A TILT WITH SIR REDMOND.

IV. BEATRICE LEARNS A NEW LANGUAGE.

V. THE SEARCH FOR DORMAN.

VI. MRS. LANSELL'S LECTURE.

VII. BEATRICE'S WILD RIDE.

VIII. DORMAN PLAYS CUPID.

IX. WHAT IT MEANT TO KEITH.

X. PINE RIDGE RANGE ABLAZE.

XI. SIR REDMOND WAITS HIS ANSWER.

X. HELD UP BY MR. KELLY.

XIII. KEITH'S MASTERFUL WOOING.

XIV. SIR REDMOND GETS HIS ANSWER.I. STRANDED ON THE PRAIRIE.

“BY George, look behind us! I fancy we are going to have a storm.” Four heads turned as if governed by one brain; four pairs of eyes, of varied color and character, swept the wind-blown wilderness of tender green, and gazed questioningly at the high-piled thunderheads above. A small boy, with an abundance of yellow curls and white collar, almost precipitated himself into the prim lap of a lady on the rear seat.

“Auntie, will God have fireworks? Say, auntie, will He? Can I say prayers widout kneelin’ down’? Uncle Redmon’ crowds so. I want to pray for fireworks, auntie. Can I?”

“Do sit down, Dorman. You’ll fall under the wheel, and then auntie would not have any dear little boy. Dorman, do you hear me? Redmond, do take that child down! How I wish Parks were here. I shall have nervous prostration within a fortnight.”

Sir Redmond Hayes plucked at the white collar, and the small boy retired between two masculine forms of no mean proportions. His voice, however, rose higher.

“You’ll get all the fireworks you want, young man, without all that hullabaloo,” remarked the driver, whom Dorman had been told, at the depot twenty miles back, he must call his Uncle Richard.

“I love storms,” came cheerfully from the rear seat–but the voice was not the prim voice of “auntie.” “Do you have thunder and lightning out here, Dick?”

“We do,” assented Dick. “We don’t ship it from the East in refrigerator cars, either. It grows wild.”

The cheerful voice was heard to giggle.

“Richard,” came in tired, reproachful accents from a third voice behind him, “you were reared in the East. I trust you have not formed the pernicious habit of speaking slightingly of your birthplace.”

That, Dick knew, was his mother. She had not changed appreciably since she had nagged him through his teens. Not having seen her since, he was certainly in a position to judge.

“Trix asked about the lightning,” he said placatingly, just as he was accustomed to do, during the nagging period. “I was telling her.”

“Beatrice has a naturally inquiring mind,” said the tired voice, laying reproving stress upon the name.

“Are you afraid of lightning, Sir Redmond?” asked the cheerful girl-voice.

Sir Redmond twisted his neck to smile back at her. “No, so long as it doesn’t actually chuck me over.”

After that there was silence, so far as human voices went, for a time.

“How much farther is it, Dick?” came presently from the girl.

“Not more than ten–well, maybe twelve–miles. You’ll think it’s twenty, though, if the rain strikes ‘Dobe Flat before we do. That’s just what it’s going to do, or I’m badly mistaken. Hawk! Get along, there!”

“We haven’t an umbrella with us,” complained the tired one. “Beatrice, where did you put my raglan?”

“In the big wagon, mama, along with the trunks and guns and saddles, and Martha and Katherine and James.”

“Dear me! I certainly told you, Beatrice–”

“But, mama, you gave it to me the last thing, after the maids were in the wagon, and said you wouldn’t wear it. There isn’t room here for another thing. I feel like a slice of pressed chicken.”

“Auntie, I want some p’essed chicken. I’m hungry, auntie! I want some chicken and a cookie–and I want some ice-cream.”

“You won’t get any,” said the young woman, with the tone of finality. “You can’t eat me, Dorman, and I’m the only thing that looks good enough to eat.”

“Beatrice!” This, of course, from her mother, whose life seemed principally made up of a succession of mental shocks, brought on by her youngest, dearest, and most irrepressible.

“I have Dick’s word for it, mama; he said so, at the depot.”

“I want some chicken, auntie.”

“There is no chicken, dear,” said the prim one. “You must be a patient little man.”

“I won’t. I’m hungry. Mens aren’t patient when dey’re hungry.” A small, red face rose, like a tiny harvest moon, between the broad, masculine backs on the front seat.

“Dorman, sit down! Redmond!”

A large, gloved hand appeared against the small moon and it set ignominiously and prematurely, in the place where it had risen. Sir Redmond further extinguished it with the lap robe, for the storm, whooping malicious joy, was upon them.

First a blinding glare and a deafening crash. Then rain–sheets of it, that drenched where it struck. The women huddled together under the doubtful protection of the light robe and shivered. After that, wind that threatened to overturn the light spring wagon; then hail that bounced and hopped like tiny, white rubber balls upon the ground.

The storm passed as suddenly as it came, but the effect remained. The road was sodden with the water which had fallen, and as they went down the hill to ‘Dobe Flat the horses strained at the collar and plodded like a plow team. The wheels collected masses of adobe, which stuck like glue and packed the spaces between the spokes. Twice Dick got out and poked the heavy mess from the wheels with Sir Redmond’s stick–which was not good for the stick, but which eased the drag upon the horses wonderfully–until the wheels accumulated another load.

“Sorry to dirty your cane,” Dick apologized, after the second halt. “You can rinse it off, though, in the creek a few miles ahead.”

“Don’t mention it!” said Sir Redmond, somewhat dubiously. It was his favorite stick, and he had taken excellent care of it. It was finely polished, and it had his name and regiment engraved upon the silver knob–and a date which the Boers will not soon forget, nor the English, for that matter.

“We’ll soon be over the worst,” Dick told them, after a time. “When we climb that hill we’ll have a hard, gravelly trail straight to the ranch. I’m sorry it had to storm; I wanted you to enjoy this trip.”

“I am enjoying it,” Beatrice assured him. “It’s something new, at any rate, and anything is better than the deadly monotony of Newport.”

“Beatrice!” cried her mother “I’m ashamed of you!”

“You needn’t be, mama. Why won’t you just be sorry for yourself, and let it end there? I know you hated to come, poor dear; but you wouldn’t think of letting me come alone, though I’m sure I shouldn’t have minded. This is going to be a delicious summer–I feel it in my bones.”

“Be-atrice!”

“Why, mama? Aren’t young ladies supposed to have bones?”

“Young ladies are not supposed to make use of unrefined expressions. Your poor sister.”

“There, mama. Dear Dolly didn’t live upon stilts, I’m sure. Even when she married.”

“Be-atrice!”

“Dear me, mama! I hope you are not growing peevish. Peevish elderly people–”

“Auntie! I want to go home!” the small boy wailed.

“You cannot go home now, dear,” sighed his guardian angel. “Look at the pretty–” She hesitated, groping vaguely for some object to which she might conscientiously apply the adjective.

“Mud,” suggested Beatrice promptly “Look at the wheels, Dorman; they’re playing patty-cake. See, now they say, ‘Roll ‘em, and roll ‘em,’ and now, ‘Toss in the oven to bake!” And now–”

“Auntie, I want to get out an’ play patty-cake, like de wheels. I want to awf’lly!”

“Beatrice, why did you put that into his head?” her mother demanded, fretfully.

“Never mind, honey,” called Beatrice cheeringly. “You and I will make hundreds of mud pies when we get to Uncle Dick’s ranch. Just think, hon, oodles of beautiful, yellow mud just beside the door!”

“Look here, Trix! Seems to me you’re promising a whole lot you can’t make good. I don’t live in a ‘dobe patch.”

“Hush, Dick; don’t spoil everything. You don’t know Dorman.’

“Beatrice! What must Miss Hayes and Sir Redmond think of you? I’m sure Dorman is a sweet child, the image of poor, dear Dorothea, at his age.”

“We all think Dorman bears a strong resemblance to his father,” said his Aunt Mary.

Beatrice, scenting trouble, hurried to change the subject. “What’s this, Dick–the Missouri River?”

“Hardly. This is the water that didn’t fall in the buggy. It isn’t deep; it makes bad going worse, that’s all.”

Thinking to expedite matters, he struck Hawk sharply across the flank. It was a foolish thing to do, and Dick knew it when he did it; ten seconds later he knew it better.

Hawk reared, tired as he was, and lunged viciously.

The double-trees snapped and splintered; there was a brief interval of plunging, a shower of muddy water in that vicinity, and then two draggled, disgusted brown horses splashed indignantly to shore and took to the hills with straps flying.

“By George!,” ejaculated Sir Redmond, gazing helplessly after them. “But this is a beastly bit of luck, don’t you know!”

“Oh, you Hawk–” Dick, in consideration of his companions, finished the remark in the recesses of his troubled soul, where the ladies could not overhear.

“What comes next, Dick?” The voice of Beatrice was frankly curious.

“Next, I’ll have to wade out and take after those–“ This sentence, also, was rounded out mentally.

“In the meantime, what shall we do?”

“You’ll stay where you are–and thank the good Lord you were not upset. I’m sorry,”–turning so that he could look deprecatingly at Miss Hayes–“your welcome to the West has been so–er–strenuous. I’ll try and make it up to you, once you get to the ranch. I hope you won’t let this give you a dislike of the country.”

“Oh, no,” said the spinster politely. “I’m sure it is a–a very nice country, Mr. Lansell.”

“Well, there’s nothing to be done sitting here.” Dick climbed down over the dashboard into the mud and water.

Sir Redmond was not the man to shirk duty because it happened to be disagreeable, as the regiment whose name was engraved upon his cane could testify. He glanced regretfully at his immaculate leggings and followed.

“I fancy you ladies won’t need any bodyguard,” he said. Looking back, he caught the light of approval shining in the eyes of Beatrice, and after that he did not mind the mud, but waded to shore and joined in the chase quite contentedly. The light of approval, shining in the eyes of Beatrice, meant much to Sir Redmond.II. A HANDSOME COWBOY TO THE RESCUE.

BEATRICE took immediate possession of the front seat, that she might comfort her heartbroken young nephew.

“Never mind, honey. They’ll bring the horses back in a minute, and we’ll make them run every step. And when you get to Uncle Dick’s ranch you’ll see the nicest things–bossy calves, and chickens, and, maybe, some little pigs with curly tails.”

All this, though alluring, failed of its purpose; the small boy continued to weep, and his weeping was ear-splitting.

“Be still, Dorman, or you’ll certainly scare all the coyotes to death.”

“Where are dey?”

“Oh, all around. You keep watch, hon, and maybe you’ll see one put the tip of his nose over a hill.”

“What hill?” Dorman skipped a sob, and scoured his eyes industriously with both fists.

“M-m–that hill. That little one over there. Watch close, or you’ll miss him.”

The dove of peace hovered over them, and seemed actually about to alight. Beatrice leaned back with a relieved breath.

“It is good of you, my dear, to take so much trouble,” sighed his Aunt Mary. “How I am to manage without Parks I’m sure I cannot tell.”

“You are tired, and you miss your tea.” soothed Beatrice, optimistic as to tone. “When we all have a good rest we will be all right. Dorman will find plenty to amuse him. We are none of us exactly comfortable now.”

“Comfortable!” sniffed her mother. “I am half dead. Richard wrote such glowing letters home that I was misled. If I had dreamed of the true conditions, Miss Hayes, I should never have sanctioned this wild idea of Beatrice’s to come out and spend the summer with Richard.”

“It’s coming, Be’trice! There it is! Will it bite, auntie? Say, will it bite?”

Beatrice looked. A horseman came over the hill and was galloping down the long slope toward them. His elbows were lifted contrary to the mandates of the riding-school, his long legs were encased in something brown and fringed down the sides. His gray hat was tilted rakishly up at the back and down in front, and a handkerchief was knotted loosely around his throat. Even at that distance he struck her as different from any one she had ever seen.

“It’s a highwayman!” whispered Mrs. Lansell “Hide your purse, my dear!”

“I–I–where?” Miss Hayes was all a-flutter with fear.

“Drop it down beside the wheel, into the water. Quick! I shall drop my watch.”

“He–he is coming on this side! He can see!” Her whisper was full of entreaty and despair.

“Give them here. He can’t see on both sides of the buggy at once.” Mrs. Lansell, being an American–a Yankee at that–was a woman of resource.

“Beatrice, hand me your watch quick!”

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