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community in such a way that people forget you're an outsider. I knew Dorothy wouldn't be able to help fussing all over you if I appeared harsh."
"I see, Grover. Thank you."
"My job is to protect you in whatever way I can, sweetheart. You don't need to thank me."
She beamed at him. "You're going to be the best husband a girl could ever want."
He chuckled. "Hey, that reminds me. I got you the ring I promised you. Want to wear it?"
# # #
The preacher only asked to see one proof of Missy's identity, and Grover used the forged letter from the made-up matchmaker. Satisfied, the preacher performed the ceremony with his wife in attendance as a witness. The four of them signed the marriage certificate, which displayed Missy's new name in an official capacity.
Grover's mind wandered during the ceremony. He thought of something that disturbed him, a loose end that could put Missy's new identity at risk. Grover repeated his vows after the preacher spoke them. Hannah Lou fussed when Missy said hers, and the baby's fussing turned to wails.
"Sorry," Missy said. She bounced her daughter in her arms gently. "She needs feeding." Because of this, Missy rushed through the rest of her vows.
After the I dos and the minister's pronouncement of man and wife, Grover held his new wife's face in his hands and gave her a kiss. Hannah Lou let out a particularly loud shriek then.
Grover pulled away and threw up his hands in mock annoyance. "For heaven's sake, feed that little keener before she busts our ears."
The preacher's wife ushered Missy and Hannah Lou to the room next to the sanctuary so Missy could nurse the baby in private, while Grover sat on a pew and considered the loose end— Henry. It dawned on him that Missy most likely gave him a story about why she was in town looking to sell her brooch, and it certainly wasn't a story about being the marshal's mail-order bride.
Outside and walking along the sidewalk once again, Grover said, "Honey, I know it's been a long day and you're most likely tired, but we need to make one more stop. And I'm afraid it won't be a pleasant one." He shared his concerns about Henry and then added, "The problem is, the man is nosy, and when he sets his mind to something, he goes at it like a dog to a bone. In his mind, you're a thief, and since I didn't mete out justice according to him, I'm afraid he might not let up."
Missy held the sated baby tighter against her chest and sounded afraid when she responded. "What can we say? When I tried to sell him the brooch, I told him I was from Dallas and that my husband was in town with me. Now I'm supposed to be a widow from Maryland."
"We'll have to convince him you were lying then but not now. Follow my lead, okay? Don't speak except to confirm what I say. And don't look so frightened," he said, his voice stern. "Try to look happy. You just got married."
Missy forced herself to change her worried frown into a smile, though it looked more like a grimace by the time they arrived at Henry's shop. Grover walked in first, his nose filling with the pleasant scent of the black licorice Henry kept on the front counter.
"Howdy, Marshal," Henry said, holding out his hand.
Grover shook it. When Henry noticed Missy walk in behind him, his eyes turned cold. "What's she doing here?"
"Henry, we wanted to stop by to speak with you. Seems there was a misunderstanding. This here is Missy. She's my mail-order bride from Maryland. Apparently she tried to sell you the brooch before meeting me so she could buy better clothes to make a good impression."
Henry narrowed his eyes at her. "That's not what she told me."
"She lied, Henry, and I assure you she was punished for that. Also, she wishes to apologize for kicking you. Isn't that right, Missy?"
Grover could see Missy's mind processing the information. In a flash, her expression changed from outraged to agreeable.
"Yes, that's right. I'm sorry for lying and also for kicking you." She managed to appear contrite
"I see, Grover. Thank you."
"My job is to protect you in whatever way I can, sweetheart. You don't need to thank me."
She beamed at him. "You're going to be the best husband a girl could ever want."
He chuckled. "Hey, that reminds me. I got you the ring I promised you. Want to wear it?"
# # #
The preacher only asked to see one proof of Missy's identity, and Grover used the forged letter from the made-up matchmaker. Satisfied, the preacher performed the ceremony with his wife in attendance as a witness. The four of them signed the marriage certificate, which displayed Missy's new name in an official capacity.
Grover's mind wandered during the ceremony. He thought of something that disturbed him, a loose end that could put Missy's new identity at risk. Grover repeated his vows after the preacher spoke them. Hannah Lou fussed when Missy said hers, and the baby's fussing turned to wails.
"Sorry," Missy said. She bounced her daughter in her arms gently. "She needs feeding." Because of this, Missy rushed through the rest of her vows.
After the I dos and the minister's pronouncement of man and wife, Grover held his new wife's face in his hands and gave her a kiss. Hannah Lou let out a particularly loud shriek then.
Grover pulled away and threw up his hands in mock annoyance. "For heaven's sake, feed that little keener before she busts our ears."
The preacher's wife ushered Missy and Hannah Lou to the room next to the sanctuary so Missy could nurse the baby in private, while Grover sat on a pew and considered the loose end— Henry. It dawned on him that Missy most likely gave him a story about why she was in town looking to sell her brooch, and it certainly wasn't a story about being the marshal's mail-order bride.
Outside and walking along the sidewalk once again, Grover said, "Honey, I know it's been a long day and you're most likely tired, but we need to make one more stop. And I'm afraid it won't be a pleasant one." He shared his concerns about Henry and then added, "The problem is, the man is nosy, and when he sets his mind to something, he goes at it like a dog to a bone. In his mind, you're a thief, and since I didn't mete out justice according to him, I'm afraid he might not let up."
Missy held the sated baby tighter against her chest and sounded afraid when she responded. "What can we say? When I tried to sell him the brooch, I told him I was from Dallas and that my husband was in town with me. Now I'm supposed to be a widow from Maryland."
"We'll have to convince him you were lying then but not now. Follow my lead, okay? Don't speak except to confirm what I say. And don't look so frightened," he said, his voice stern. "Try to look happy. You just got married."
Missy forced herself to change her worried frown into a smile, though it looked more like a grimace by the time they arrived at Henry's shop. Grover walked in first, his nose filling with the pleasant scent of the black licorice Henry kept on the front counter.
"Howdy, Marshal," Henry said, holding out his hand.
Grover shook it. When Henry noticed Missy walk in behind him, his eyes turned cold. "What's she doing here?"
"Henry, we wanted to stop by to speak with you. Seems there was a misunderstanding. This here is Missy. She's my mail-order bride from Maryland. Apparently she tried to sell you the brooch before meeting me so she could buy better clothes to make a good impression."
Henry narrowed his eyes at her. "That's not what she told me."
"She lied, Henry, and I assure you she was punished for that. Also, she wishes to apologize for kicking you. Isn't that right, Missy?"
Grover could see Missy's mind processing the information. In a flash, her expression changed from outraged to agreeable.
"Yes, that's right. I'm sorry for lying and also for kicking you." She managed to appear contrite
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