Carol Finch – Oklahoma Wedding Bells (страница 2)

“There are opportunists galore milling about,” Josie insisted as she led the way up the tree-choked riverbank to reach the bustling community. “But I don’t blame the former saloon girls for trying to improve their situations, even if they hurried along their weddings. Extra land was the least of their concerns. They are in their late twenties, from the looks of them, and likely have endured a hard life. They were searching for an escape, while we are chasing our dreams of claiming homesteads of our own.”

“Mercy me,” Muriel muttered when they reached the edge of town. “There is that infuriating Captain Holbrook again. He’s always bossing folks around and running off the Sooners that sneak in to claim prime land before the day of the race.”

“I’m all in favor of routing those greedy settlers who are trying to cheat their way into acquiring the best property!” Josie insisted emphatically.

“So am I,” Muriel agreed. “But Holbrook’s domineering attitude riles me. He snapped at me, just because I wandered over the borderline while trying to avoid a clump of men tossing proposals left and right. The captain is too much the authoritarian and too full of himself, if you ask me.”

Josie glanced back and forth between her friend and the commander of Fort Reno, who was in charge of maintaining control of thousands of people who filled the town to overflowing, and was obliged to protect the Indians on the soon-to-be-opened land. “Has the captain insulted you or made improper advances?” she asked worriedly.

Muriel thrust out her chin, causing tendrils of dark hair to ripple around her face. Her thick-lashed eyes threw sparks. “He accused me of leading men on, is what he did!” she huffed irritably. “You know perfectly well that I can’t help it if ten cowboys decide to follow at my heels and toss out proposals simultaneously. The same holds true for you.”

That had become the story of their lives the past three weeks, Josie acknowledged.

“I’m trying to avoid men, not attract them.” Muriel snorted, and added spitefully, “I’d like to see that stuffed shirt of a soldier down on bended knee. I would smack him on the head with a skillet to punctuate my rejection.”

Muriel’s burst of temper befuddled Josie. She was also curious why the handsome captain cast Muriel the evil eye as he reined his horse toward her. With his shiny brown hair, brown eyes and muscular physique, Grant Holbrook was not unpleasant to look at. At age thirty or thereabout, he held a position of authority, and was highly regarded by his men. Why Muriel and the army officer provoked each other so easily was beyond Josie.

Captain Holbrook halted his roan gelding beside them and looked down from his advantageous position. He nodded politely to Josie, then focused a hard stare on Muriel. “What? No string of men trailing behind you today, Miz Wilson?” he said, and smirked. “Off day, is it?”

Muriel tossed him a caustic smile. “I sent them away because I’ve decided the only proposal I’ll accept is from you, Captain. I don’t want you to have to compete with the others, since it’s obvious you are so short on charm. Of course, my answer would still be no.”

“I wouldn’t ask,” he assured her crossly.

Muriel hitched her thumb toward Josie. “Then maybe you prefer blue-eyed blondes.”

“Don’t drag me into whatever personal feud you two have going,” Josie protested. “I, for one, will be relieved when the day of the run arrives so all these unattached men will have something better to do with their time than make a last-minute grab for a wife.

“I even passed out mail-order-bride magazines and matrimonial newspapers last week to divert attention from us, for all the good it did,” she added. She stared earnestly at Captain Holbrook. “Can’t you do something about the constant harassment? Muriel and I are tired of wading through would-be husbands to reach our destinations.”

He jerked up his head and frowned. “Has someone attacked you? Give me his name and I will deal with him severely.”

Josie noticed the captain directed his question and vow to Muriel. Hmmm … Wasn’t that interesting?

“I carry a knife as a deterrent,” Muriel replied. “I’ve managed to defend my own honor when the occasion arises.”

“Don’t stab anyone without provocation,” he warned. “I’d have to toss you in the stockade, and you might miss the run altogether. And why, may I ask, are you two racing off to claim property that you can’t possibly work by yourselves?”

Both of them puffed up with indignation. Apparently, this wasn’t the first time the captain had posed the question to Muriel, because she took extreme offense, even more so than Josie.

“Do I look incapable of fending for myself or setting up a temporary tent until I can hire someone to build my house?” Muriel challenged sharply. “I’ll have you know that I managed to work tirelessly as a seamstress and care for my ailing mother after my father died. We had to sell our farm and move into a run-down boardinghouse in town, but I did what had to be done until Mother passed on last winter. I long for what I had as a child. To that end I have saved every spare cent to make the run and to pay for farm improvements after I stake my claim!” Her voice rose indignantly. “I assure you, Captain High-and-Mighty Holbrook, this is not a whim!”

She dragged in a deep breath, crossed her arms over her chest and stared him down. “I doubt you know what it’s like to scratch and claw, Captain, but I do. Necessity demanded it. I’m chasing my long-held dream and it doesn’t include taking a husband who sees me as his cook, housekeeper, seamstress and personal harlot—”

Muriel clamped both hands over her mouth to halt her runaway tongue. The captain’s eyes nearly popped from their sockets. Josie burst out laughing.

Holbrook was first to regain his composure. He shifted on his horse, then looked down his patrician nose at Muriel. “Are you quite finished spouting comments that are considered improper in mixed company? If you had any manners you would know that.”

Josie’s gaze bounced from Muriel to the captain while the two exchanged blistering glares. They were so sensitive to what the other one said and did that they set off intense reactions in each other.

Ordinarily, Muriel took life in stride, as Josie did. A determined woman, she dealt efficiently with the throng of men hounding her with proposals. But poof! The captain arrived on the scene and Muriel bristled with hostility.

Josie had never been interested enough in a man to react to his words and glances the way Muriel did with Grant Holbrook. To Josie, the bothersome male masses were one more difficult obstacle to overcome on her way to establishing her own home and ranch in the soon-to-be-opened territory.

When Muriel wheeled around and stamped off, the captain scowled sourly, Josie saw. She hurried to catch up with her friend. “Feel better, now that you’ve put the commander in his place?”

“Much, thank you,” Muriel insisted, then dragged in a restorative breath. “Do you see why that arrogant soldier annoys me so much?”

“No, I don’t,” she said honestly.

Her friend stopped in her tracks to gape at her. “You don’t think he’s irritating beyond belief?”

“If you say so …” Josie’s voice trailed off when four men on the boardwalk spotted them. All smiles and eager anticipation, they surged forward like an ocean wave. But then she grinned, as a brilliant idea struck her. “Maybe we’re going about this the wrong way. Maybe we should accept a marriage proposal.”

Muriel stared at her as if she had vines sprouting from her ears. “Are you out of your mind?”

“Think about it.” Josie eyed the gaggle of men scurrying toward them. “If we accept a proposal we will be off the marriage market.”

A slow smile curved Muriel’s lips. “You’re right….” Then she frowned disconcertedly. “But how do we discard our unwanted fiancés after they serve their purpose? Surely we aren’t actually going to marry them.”

“No, of course not. We’ll just get a bad case of cold feet the morning of the run … while emotions are running high,” Josie suggested, warming to her bright idea.

“We can claim it is too much to deal with, too rapidly,” Muriel suggested enthusiastically.

“Other prospective suitors won’t hear that we called off the betrothals until after we claim our land,” Josie continued. “By then, the men will be too busy setting up housekeeping to bother us. For a while at least.”

Muriel stared speculatively at the approaching group. “Maybe I’ll agree to the first proposal tossed at me before lunch. Someone other than the infuriating, uppity captain, who was likely born with a silver spoon in his mouth and descended from a long line of self-important military martinets.”

Josie studied her friend for a thoughtful moment. “The way you’re carrying on, I’m beginning to think the captain’s proposal is the one you secretly want to accept.”

She gasped in outrage. “Holbrook is the last man on earth I’d want to marry!”

Josie smiled impishly. “Well, then, propose to him, since you have no intention of keeping him. If he accepts, then you will have the wicked satisfaction of jilting him before you leave him choking in your dust on the day of the run.”