Mail Order Cowboy

Mail Order Cowboy

by Laurie Kingery

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Overview

Mail Order Cowboy by Laurie Kingery

With beaux scarce in post–Civil War Texas, practical Milly Matthews and her "Spinster Society" friends have their hands full protecting their ranches. Their only hope: advertising for mail-order grooms. But aristocratic British cavalry officer Nicholas Brookfield isn't exactly Milly's idea of a cowboy—or a man she can trust. And the more Nick proves himself as a ranch hand, the more he must hide his past from the woman he longs to make his own. Now Milly and Nick will need all their courage to face hidden dangers…and believe in a love that can answer all their prayers.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781426875403
Publisher: Steeple Hill Books
Publication date: 11/01/2010
Series: Brides of Simpson Creek
Sold by: HARLEQUIN
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 288
Sales rank: 458,746
File size: 648 KB

About the Author

Laurie Kingery is the author of twenty-three historical romances. She won the Reader's Choice Award for THE RAVEN AND THE SWAN in 1994,and has been nominated for an ACFW Carol Award. Laurie lives in Ohio with her husband Tom (whom she met on eHarmony!). She has two children, seven grandchildren, and two dogs. She is a veteran RN of an inner-city emergency room. A Christian since her teenage years, she is a member of Quest Community Church of New Albany.

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"Sarah, thank you again for making the cookies and the lemonade," Milly whispered as the ladies began to arrive in the Simpson Creek Church social hall. It must have been the dozenth time she'd thanked her sister since volunteering to supply refreshments, knowing it would be Sarah who actually made the cookies. Milly's baking efforts always ended up overbrowned, if not completely charred.

"I told you, you're welcome," Sarah whispered back, smiling. "I couldn't run a meeting the way you're about to. We all have our gifts."

Milly was none too sure she had any gifts worth boasting of, but what she was about to propose to these ladies had been her idea.

"Sarah, we're going to need more chairs," she whispered again, this time in pleased astonishment as women kept filing in. They had set out only half a dozen, including the ones for her and Sarah. The next few minutes were a busy bustle of carrying chairs and making a bigger circle. Finally, in all, there were ten never-married ladies and two widows, plus the mother of Prissy Gilmore, who probably wanted to keep a careful eye on what Milly Matthews was proposing—especially because Prissy's father was the mayor.

"Ladies, I want to thank you all for coming," Milly said, pitching her voice louder than the buzz of conversation as everyone settled themselves in their chairs and greeted one another. "I'd like to open this meeting with prayer." She waited a moment while everyone quieted and bowed their heads.

"Our heavenly Father," Milly began, "we ask You would bless us this day and direct our efforts as we seek to find an answer to a problem. Guide us and bless us, and keep us in the center of Your will. Amen." She raised her head, and as the others raised theirs and opened their eyes, she saw them looking expectantly at her.

Milly took a deep breath. "As I was saying two days ago as we worked on the quilt, we single women in Simpson Creek face a problem now that the war is over and there are no single men here—"

"So what are you proposing we do, Milly?" interrupted Prissy Gilmore impatiently. "Become mail order brides and leave Simpson Creek?"

Milly laughed. "Merciful heavens, no! I'm not going to, anyway. I love this town. I don't want to leave it and Sarah and go marry, sight unseen, some prospector in Nevada Territory or a widower farmer with a passel of children in Nebraska. I want a husband who can run the ranch Papa left us and defend it against the Comanches if they come raiding. Y'all know Sarah and I have been coping—" barely, she thought "—with only our foreman, old Josh, and his nephew Bobby to help us."

Josh and Bobby weren't enough, she knew. Once, the Matthews bunkhouse had housed six other cowhands, with more hired at roundup time. Josh was old and becoming more and more crippled with rheumatism, while Bobby wasn't even shaving yet.

Josh had taken her aside only the night before and explained that if they didn't find a way to make the ranch productive again, they might lose it to taxes. They were already losing cattle left and right to thieving Indians and rustlers, but there was no way an old man and a young boy could protect the place.

"Maybe y'ought to sell out and move into town, Miss Milly," Josh had said. "Don't worry 'bout me 'n the boy. We'll find a place somewhere." But who would hire such an old cowboy and a boy still wet behind the ears?

"I'm sure you could interest some Yankee soldier or his carpetbagger friend in your ranch," Martha Gilmore, Prissy's mother, suggested with a smirk. "They'd be only too willing to marry you to get their hands on a good piece of Texas ranch property."

Several of the young ladies looked dismayed. "Y-you wouldn't do something like that, would you, Milly?" asked Jane Jeffries, a young widow who still wore black despite losing her husband midway through the war.

"Of course not, Jane," Milly assured her. "I'm looking for a good Texas man, or at the very least, a Southerner. I do realize there are some things worse than being an old maid. Marrying a Yankee soldier or a carpetbagger certainly falls into that category."

"I'm relieved to hear you say so," Emily Thompson said from across the circle. "So what course of action did you have in mind?"

Milly stared out the open window of the church social hall. "I thought perhaps we could place an advertisement in a newspaper, not the Simpson Creek News, of course, but a larger city's newspaper such as the Houston Telegraph. It just so happens our Uncle William is the editor of that paper, so I'm sure he'd help us." She smiled at the other ladies. "We'll include a post office address where interested bachelors could reply. Of course they'd be required to send references, and a picture, if at all possible."

"You mean," asked Martha Gilmore, "to enlist mail order grooms? "

Milly blinked, startled to hear her idea summed up that way, as several around the circle tittered. She considered the phrase. "Yes, I suppose you could call them that."

"Oh, Milly, I don't know…" Sarah murmured uneasily.

Milly pretended she hadn't heard. Sarah was always apprehensive about daring new ideas. "Who's with me?" she asked, making eye contact with each in turn—Prissy Gilmore, Jane Jeffries, Ada Spencer, Maude Harkey, Emily Thompson, Caroline Wallace, Hannah Kennedy, Bess Lassiter, Polly Shackleford, Faith Bennett. And they met her gaze, some shyly, some boldly, but all with interest.

"How would such an ad read, Milly?" asked Ada Spencer curiously.

Milly thought back to what she had begun composing in her mind at the meeting once Mrs. Detwiler had redirected the conversation. "I'm open to suggestions, of course, but here's what I had so far," she said, pulling a folded sheet of paper from her reticule. "Wanted: Marriage-Minded Bachelors," she read aloud. "Quality Christian gentlemen who desire to make the acquaintance of refined, genteel young ladies with a view to matrimony are requested to send a letter to—and here we would need a name for our group, ladies—References are required, and those sending photographs will be given preference. Drunkards, Yankees, Carpetbaggers and other riffraff need not apply."

"I think that's excellent, Milly!" Maude Harkey cried, clapping. "Bravo! You've certainly covered everything."

Some of Milly's apprehension left her in the face of Maude's enthusiasm and the approving glances of several ladies around the circle. "Thanks, Maude," Milly said. "But we need a name for this group. What shall we call our organization? The Marriageable Misses? The Wedding Club?"

Mrs. Gilmore looked as if she wanted to say something but she held her peace.

"How about The Simpson Creek Society for Promotion of Marriage?" Caroline Wallace suggested.

It was a more formal name than Milly would have preferred, but she wanted each lady to feel she had a say in the formation of their organization, and everyone seemed to like this one.

"All right, that seems to be the consensus," Milly said. "That's what we'll call ourselves. The rest of the advertisement could read, 'Inquiries should be directed to the Simpson Creek Society for the Promotion of Marriage at post office box number—' Caroline, can we arrange for a post office box before we leave town so I know what number to put in the ad?"

Caroline, the daughter of the postmaster, nodded. "I happen to know number seventeen is empty. I'll tell Papa."

"Will you need any money for the advertisement, Mill y?" asked Jane Jeffries. Several of the ladies' faces registered dismay. If there was one other thing the unwed ladies of Simpson Creek lacked, it was ready cash.

"I don't think so," Milly said, and hoped it was true. "I'll write to my uncle this very day, sending our advertisement copy." She was counting on Uncle William to run the advertisement gratis, or at the very least run it at a discount.

"Well, I think that went well, don't you?" Milly said, after the last of the ladies had gone home and she and Sarah were alone in the social hall. She munched on one of the few cookies that hadn't been devoured by the Simpson Creek Society for the Promotion of Marriage.

"Yes…yes, it did," Sarah said, her tone thoughtful as she scooped up the plates and cups filled with crumbs and remains of the lemonade. "They all seemed very excited about your ideas."

"But what about you, Sarah?" Milly asked. She hadn't been able to gauge Sarah's reaction during the meeting. "Are you going to be one of us, or do you think it's a foolish idea? Would you rather I hadn't suggested it?"

Sarah's green eyes lost focus. "I…I don't know. Won't it look as if we're somewhat…oh, I don't know…fast?"

"Oh, I don't think so, not if the advertisement is worded properly, as I believe it is," Milly said. She had been very satisfied when the group agreed that the words she had composed in her head were perfect as they stood. "We'll be able to tell by the tone of their letters if they've gotten the wrong impression, I should think, and we simply won't extend an invitation to come and meet us."

"I suppose you're right…" Sarah said, but her tone was far from certain. "But Milly, what if—what if the men who answer the advertisement lie about their qualifications? What if they turn out to be men of bad character? Why, a man could say anything about himself on paper, and turn out to be quite the opposite," Sarah said, twisting a fold of her apron. "Why, he could be an outlaw, or a cardsharp—or a Yankee!"

"That's true," Milly admitted frankly. "But if we find that to be the case, we'll send them packing. And you know, there are no guarantees when one meets a man in the usual way either," she pointed out.

Sarah looked puzzled. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Just look at that woman in Goliad we heard about, Bertha McPherson," Milly said, with a wave of her hand, as if the woman stood before them. "She married that fellow from Goliad who courted her for six months, and once they tied the knot, she found out he still had a living wife back in St. Louis."

Sarah sighed. "I always thought we'd marry boys from Simpson Creek, boys we'd known all our lives."

"I know…" Milly had thought so, too. Just as she had believed the brave talk of the boys who'd marched off to war, promising they'd be back, victorious, in six months. "Yes, what we're doing is a leap of faith," she admitted. "But would you rather take a chance, or die an old maid? I don't want to be called 'Old Maid Milly Matthews,' thank you very much."

"They're already calling you 'Marrying Milly'," Sarah said, then put a hand over her mouth as if she hadn't meant to say it.

Milly blinked. "Who's 'they'?"

"Folks in town," Sarah said, facing her sister as Milly also sank into a chair beside her. "I overheard Mr. Patterson talking to Mrs. Detwiler in the mercantile yesterday. They hadn't seen me come in. She was telling him what you'd said in the Ladies Aid Society meeting the other day. Folks in town are already calling us the Spinsters Club."

Milly winced but reached out and put an arm around her sister's shoulder. "We mustn't mind what people say, Sarah. People will always gossip." She hadn't missed the fact that Sarah had said us, and her heart glowed with love for her. Worried as she was, her sister was joining her in this project.

"Have you prayed about this?" Sarah asked. "I mean, I know we opened the meeting with prayer—that was a lovely prayer you said, by the way—but have you been praying about this? A lot?"

"Of course," Milly said. "I've been praying for months, ever since the war ended and those first few men started returning, and none of them were the single men on the Missing in Action lists. But I suppose we'd both feel more confident if we prayed now, right?" They had always prayed together, first as a family and now just the two of them, after losing first their mother and more recently their father. Milly had always found it a source of strength.

Sarah nodded. Milly took her hand, and they bowed their heads and sought the Lord's blessing on their enterprise.

Nicholas Brookfield, late of Her Majesty's Bombay Light Cavalry, reined in the handsome bay he had purchased after leaving the stagecoach and studied Simpson Creek. A small town, more like a village really, consisting of one main street, with a sprinkling of buildings on both sides of the dusty thoroughfare. Signs proclaimed the presence of a saloon, a boardinghouse, a general store, a livery, a combination barbershop-bathhouse, and at the far end of the street, a church. Branching off from the middle of the main street was another road with several houses of various sizes, some sturdy-looking fieldstone or brick two-stories, others smaller and of more humble construction, wood and even adobe cottages.

He wondered if Miss Millicent Matthews lived in any of these, or if her home was out on one of the ranches he'd passed on the road into Simpson Creek. And for the twentieth time, he wondered if he was on a fool's errand.

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Mail Order Cowboy 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 17 reviews.
kwitemeyer More than 1 year ago
Laurie Kingery has created a fun twist on the mail order bride scenario by having mail order husbands instead. And the first brave man to answer the ad is far from your typical cowboy. A British soldier fresh off his time in India, Nick Brookfield has enough surprises in his past to keep Milly Matthews (and the reader) longing to look deeper. Ms. Kingery does a great job of doling out his secrets in small does to keep the pages turning up until the very end. With Commanches on the warpath, townsfolk starting secret societies, and new potential husbands arriving to stir things up, there is plenty of excitement to propel the reader down a path of adventure.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book. The story line was good and kept me interested. Looking forward to reading more from Laurie Kingery.
northamericanwordcat More than 1 year ago
Historically Engaging  This book was very engaging historically and in terms of the fun twist on the mail order bride theme. In post Civil War Texas, there are not enough men of marriageable age so the unmarried ladies place an ad in the paper and so the series begins.  Our heroine is a capable kind of female and our hero is a third son of a British lord making a new start in America due to a bit of scandal while he was a solider in India.  They are very likable and the love story is decent.  This is a Inspirational romance so a great deal of the development of their relationship is in the spiritual realm. We get a strong building of a foundation of a future marriage and realistic looks at resolving a number of conflicts.  Most compelling to me about this book though was the historical detail. Kingery does a wonderful job of managing a very complex moment in history. We are in post civil war, the end of slavery, the forced removal of  Native Americans from the land, the migrations of ex slaves westward, the start of the KKK, and the British relations with their Colonies (like India) and the reality of the weight of the class system in England.    All of this background makes of a great setting and a book worth reading. 
FictionFanatic1 More than 1 year ago
The premise of this book--mail order grooms--intrigued me from the start. I enjoyed reading about the Spinsters Society and the members' plot to get husbands by advertising for them. Millie's determination to keep her ranch and protect it from marauders is admirable, and finding a partner and possible husband in a British calvary officer was an unexpected surprise. Mail Order Cowboy has humor, adventure, romance, and an inspiring message of forgiveness. It was a delight to read.
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Another great read by an awesome author. This is the perfect twist to mail order grooms...yes grooms instead of brides. I loved the story ... it was awesome. I am excited to read the next book of this set. CH
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