A Wife for Seven Brothers
Flossie was the only one to get off the train at the rail-side platform that was marked only by a number. There hadn’t been any sign of human existence for many, many miles. She’d hoped, staring out the coach window as the scruffy land rolled by, that she’d made a good decision. Her last big one hadn’t been great but it kept her alive. A widow at twenty-five, her gold-hunting husband off searching for his fortune for two years before falling in a mineshaft, her income had stopped suddenly. No...