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up her neck and into her cheeks. She nodded her answer and said not a word for fear of saying the wrong thing again.
"Good," he said. He took her by the upper arms and kissed her. Constance heard a gasp behind them. "That worked," Ryder snickered.
"What?"
He rested his forehead against hers as he chuckled. "I like getting that Fanny Fig all riled up. It's so easy."
"Ryder Jones!" Constance whispered. "You should be ashamed of yourself."
"I should be," he said as his shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. "But I ain't."
It was all Constance could do not to burst out laughing with him. That would never do. Her sister Penelope would be appalled. Eloise would probably laugh with her. She sighed at the thought.
"What's the matter, Sugar?"
"I was thinking of my sisters. I do wish I was able to see them."
"You just saw them yesterday at the weddin'."
"I know, but I don't know when I'll see them again."
"Leave em a note. Wilfred will see they get it."
"That's a wonderful idea!"
He took her by the hand and led her to the counter. "Mrs. Dunnigan, do you have some paper Constance could use?"
"And something to write with," added Constance.
"I got a list here too," said Ryder.
"One thing at a time!" Mrs. Dunnigan barked. I only got two hands." She reached under the counter and pulled out a piece of paper, a pencil, and handed it to him. Ryder gave them to Constance then in turn gave Mrs. Dunnigan his list. She snatched it from him and began to read. "How you gonna pay for all this?" she asked.
"I got money," he said with a grin.
Mrs. Dunnigan eyed him in disbelief. "I don't give store credit ya know."
"I said I got money, Mrs. Dunnigan." To prove it he pulled a wad of money out of his pocket. Mrs. Dunnigan's eyes got wide as saucers. "You didn't sell that horse of yours did you? I thought you were gonna breed him."
"Sure am. Now about my list?"
She looked at him in confusion, as did Constance. Apparently she wasn't the only one privy to the fact her husband had few funds available to him. So where then, did he get the cash in his hand?
He caught her look and pulled her into his arms. "You trust me?"
She swallowed, and nodded.
"Then why don't you go over there and pick out something pretty to sew into a dress."
Constance glanced to the display table that housed bolts of fabric. " Ryder ..."
"Don't Ryder me, I got the money. Now go pick out some fabric. You're gonna need it."
"But Ryder ..."
"Didn't you hear what I said? Good grief woman, we ain't been married a day and you're arguin’ with me!"
"It's not that, it's ... I can't sew."
He stared at her, as did the other women. "She's right," Grandma said. "That child can't sew worth beans."
Ryder looked to Mrs. Dunnigan who gave him a sour expression and nodded. Fanny gave him her signature curt little nod. "Oh, I see," he said. "Well, I guess you can do your dress makin' with the ladies sewing circle. Give ya a chance to see your sisters."
Constance threw her arms around him without thinking, and kissed him on the cheek. "Oh thank you! You've made me so happy!"
He grabbed at his hat before it fell off, and hugged her back. "Well, let's see what else I can do to make ya happy!"
They spent the rest of their time in t he mercantile getting some much-needed supplies for the cabin. Kitchen towels, a tea kettle and tea (Constance was ecstatic at that) soap, candles, sugar, flour, jerky, lard, candy, (Ryder had a horrible sweet tooth) an extra lantern, oil, blankets, and a pair of boots for Constance. She tried them on and thought she'd died and gone to Heaven. They were much more comfortable than the shoes she owned, ones not fit for life on a ranch. She decided to wrap them up and store them for social functions, like dances or weddings. In fact, she'd be able to wear them when Eloise and Seth got married.
"Why don't you keep those on, Sugar?" Ryder said as she walked around the mercantile to try them out.
"Yes, I agree."
"He pulled a bonnet down
"Good," he said. He took her by the upper arms and kissed her. Constance heard a gasp behind them. "That worked," Ryder snickered.
"What?"
He rested his forehead against hers as he chuckled. "I like getting that Fanny Fig all riled up. It's so easy."
"Ryder Jones!" Constance whispered. "You should be ashamed of yourself."
"I should be," he said as his shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. "But I ain't."
It was all Constance could do not to burst out laughing with him. That would never do. Her sister Penelope would be appalled. Eloise would probably laugh with her. She sighed at the thought.
"What's the matter, Sugar?"
"I was thinking of my sisters. I do wish I was able to see them."
"You just saw them yesterday at the weddin'."
"I know, but I don't know when I'll see them again."
"Leave em a note. Wilfred will see they get it."
"That's a wonderful idea!"
He took her by the hand and led her to the counter. "Mrs. Dunnigan, do you have some paper Constance could use?"
"And something to write with," added Constance.
"I got a list here too," said Ryder.
"One thing at a time!" Mrs. Dunnigan barked. I only got two hands." She reached under the counter and pulled out a piece of paper, a pencil, and handed it to him. Ryder gave them to Constance then in turn gave Mrs. Dunnigan his list. She snatched it from him and began to read. "How you gonna pay for all this?" she asked.
"I got money," he said with a grin.
Mrs. Dunnigan eyed him in disbelief. "I don't give store credit ya know."
"I said I got money, Mrs. Dunnigan." To prove it he pulled a wad of money out of his pocket. Mrs. Dunnigan's eyes got wide as saucers. "You didn't sell that horse of yours did you? I thought you were gonna breed him."
"Sure am. Now about my list?"
She looked at him in confusion, as did Constance. Apparently she wasn't the only one privy to the fact her husband had few funds available to him. So where then, did he get the cash in his hand?
He caught her look and pulled her into his arms. "You trust me?"
She swallowed, and nodded.
"Then why don't you go over there and pick out something pretty to sew into a dress."
Constance glanced to the display table that housed bolts of fabric. " Ryder ..."
"Don't Ryder me, I got the money. Now go pick out some fabric. You're gonna need it."
"But Ryder ..."
"Didn't you hear what I said? Good grief woman, we ain't been married a day and you're arguin’ with me!"
"It's not that, it's ... I can't sew."
He stared at her, as did the other women. "She's right," Grandma said. "That child can't sew worth beans."
Ryder looked to Mrs. Dunnigan who gave him a sour expression and nodded. Fanny gave him her signature curt little nod. "Oh, I see," he said. "Well, I guess you can do your dress makin' with the ladies sewing circle. Give ya a chance to see your sisters."
Constance threw her arms around him without thinking, and kissed him on the cheek. "Oh thank you! You've made me so happy!"
He grabbed at his hat before it fell off, and hugged her back. "Well, let's see what else I can do to make ya happy!"
They spent the rest of their time in t he mercantile getting some much-needed supplies for the cabin. Kitchen towels, a tea kettle and tea (Constance was ecstatic at that) soap, candles, sugar, flour, jerky, lard, candy, (Ryder had a horrible sweet tooth) an extra lantern, oil, blankets, and a pair of boots for Constance. She tried them on and thought she'd died and gone to Heaven. They were much more comfortable than the shoes she owned, ones not fit for life on a ranch. She decided to wrap them up and store them for social functions, like dances or weddings. In fact, she'd be able to wear them when Eloise and Seth got married.
"Why don't you keep those on, Sugar?" Ryder said as she walked around the mercantile to try them out.
"Yes, I agree."
"He pulled a bonnet down
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