Mail Order Brides: A Bride for the Banker (Bozeman Brides Book 1) by Emily Woods
Authors: Emily Woods
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died? What if the gang somehow got wind of the fact that Theo had warned them all? They could be on their way right now, coming to the hotel or over to the Sanderson’s house and…
Her fears were overwhelming her and she knew she had to do something. After easing Theo onto the floor with a pillow behind his head, she knelt down beside him and began to pray in earnest. The fear that had begun to choke her loosened its hold and she felt the peace of God descend on her. She prayed for everyone’s safety, for Theo, for her brother, Ruth, Robert and herself. She prayed that the other people in town would not get caught up in the situation and that justice would prevail. She laid her hands on Theo, on his head, and prayed that God would heal him, that his wounds wouldn’t be life-threatening and that help would come soon.
At that moment, a loud knock sounded at the door and she gasped in surprise. It’d only been a few minutes. Who could it be?
“Miss Davis?” a voice called out. “I’m Dr. Richards. Your brother told me that you needed me. Miss Davis? Open up please.”
She jumped to her feet and raced to the door. The thought that the man on the other side of the door might not be who he said didn’t even occur to her. God had answered her prayers. She flung the door open and saw an average-sized, older man with a serious expression on his face. He had a black bag with him and gently pushed past her when he saw Theo lying prone of the floor.
“What happened?” he asked sharply, examining the gash and her work. “Who did this?
“I did,” she replied timidly, worried that her stitches would be found wanting.
“You?” he asked incredulously. “But how…?” The doctor’s eyes narrowed at her but then he turned his attention back to Theo.
“I sterilized the needle with alcohol,” she rushed to explain. “I’ve only ever stitched up one person before, but I was afraid that if I didn’t act quickly…” Her voice drifted off when she thought he wasn’t listening to her anymore.
“You stitched him up,” the doctor stated with a slight frown, finally understanding her. “Oh. Well, it’s fine. But I want to know who hit him. How did he get in this state?”
“Oh! I thought you meant…Well, I…” She wasn’t sure what to say. Clearly Theo didn’t want people to know about his brother. “He said that my brother and I were in danger, that his…ah, a gang member was threatening us and wanted him to…Well, I don’t know that much,” she finished lamely.
She watched as the doctor administered some liquids to the wound and put in a few more stitches.
After what felt like an eternity, Jackson showed up, flushed and animated. “They got them,” he stated excitedly as he entered the room. “The sheriff and his deputy found the men holed up in the, uh, building down the street and arrested them.”
“For goodness sake, Jackson. Just say brothel. I know what it is,” Margie replied in exasperation. “So the men are behind bars? What did they arrest them on?”
“Uh, well, assault and conspiracy to start, but Sheriff Malone thinks that when he does a little digging, he might find more. He said people like that are bound to have records all over the country. It’s the catching them that’s the tricky part.” He was in such a high state of excitement that he glowed. She regarded him in astonishment. For the first time in a long time, he was thinking of someone other than himself.
“And what part did you play? How did you know where to find them?” she asked quietly, suspecting the worst.
Now he hung his head a little. “Well, I sort of knew them. That is, I bumped into them earlier today and was…playing cards with them. They wanted me to meet them, but when I showed up, they were leaving and then Theo came out of the saloon, and I followed him here and…”
His face flooded with shame. Margie’s heart constricted with emotion as she realized that Jackson was having a moment of
Her fears were overwhelming her and she knew she had to do something. After easing Theo onto the floor with a pillow behind his head, she knelt down beside him and began to pray in earnest. The fear that had begun to choke her loosened its hold and she felt the peace of God descend on her. She prayed for everyone’s safety, for Theo, for her brother, Ruth, Robert and herself. She prayed that the other people in town would not get caught up in the situation and that justice would prevail. She laid her hands on Theo, on his head, and prayed that God would heal him, that his wounds wouldn’t be life-threatening and that help would come soon.
At that moment, a loud knock sounded at the door and she gasped in surprise. It’d only been a few minutes. Who could it be?
“Miss Davis?” a voice called out. “I’m Dr. Richards. Your brother told me that you needed me. Miss Davis? Open up please.”
She jumped to her feet and raced to the door. The thought that the man on the other side of the door might not be who he said didn’t even occur to her. God had answered her prayers. She flung the door open and saw an average-sized, older man with a serious expression on his face. He had a black bag with him and gently pushed past her when he saw Theo lying prone of the floor.
“What happened?” he asked sharply, examining the gash and her work. “Who did this?
“I did,” she replied timidly, worried that her stitches would be found wanting.
“You?” he asked incredulously. “But how…?” The doctor’s eyes narrowed at her but then he turned his attention back to Theo.
“I sterilized the needle with alcohol,” she rushed to explain. “I’ve only ever stitched up one person before, but I was afraid that if I didn’t act quickly…” Her voice drifted off when she thought he wasn’t listening to her anymore.
“You stitched him up,” the doctor stated with a slight frown, finally understanding her. “Oh. Well, it’s fine. But I want to know who hit him. How did he get in this state?”
“Oh! I thought you meant…Well, I…” She wasn’t sure what to say. Clearly Theo didn’t want people to know about his brother. “He said that my brother and I were in danger, that his…ah, a gang member was threatening us and wanted him to…Well, I don’t know that much,” she finished lamely.
She watched as the doctor administered some liquids to the wound and put in a few more stitches.
After what felt like an eternity, Jackson showed up, flushed and animated. “They got them,” he stated excitedly as he entered the room. “The sheriff and his deputy found the men holed up in the, uh, building down the street and arrested them.”
“For goodness sake, Jackson. Just say brothel. I know what it is,” Margie replied in exasperation. “So the men are behind bars? What did they arrest them on?”
“Uh, well, assault and conspiracy to start, but Sheriff Malone thinks that when he does a little digging, he might find more. He said people like that are bound to have records all over the country. It’s the catching them that’s the tricky part.” He was in such a high state of excitement that he glowed. She regarded him in astonishment. For the first time in a long time, he was thinking of someone other than himself.
“And what part did you play? How did you know where to find them?” she asked quietly, suspecting the worst.
Now he hung his head a little. “Well, I sort of knew them. That is, I bumped into them earlier today and was…playing cards with them. They wanted me to meet them, but when I showed up, they were leaving and then Theo came out of the saloon, and I followed him here and…”
His face flooded with shame. Margie’s heart constricted with emotion as she realized that Jackson was having a moment of
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