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WYATT
I'd never encountered such a situation before. Flash floods, cows dying from foot and mouth disease, blizzards, fighting ranch hands. I'd thought I'd seen it all. But a woman posing as my bride? My second bride? What was her advantage? Why me?
Instead of going to the house where I had two women to contend with along with a wary housekeeper, I returned to the stable. It was easier to think as I worked, to consider what I would do. I found a pitchfork and started to toss hay into a wheelbarrow to fill a stall. The woman was beautiful, stunning even. Her size was so small I would consider her fragile. Her figure was that of a boy, thin and with minimal curves. Her skin was like porcelain and her eyes a color I'd never seen before. An ice blue like a frozen creek. If she'd come on
