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Jessie's Love: Mail Order Bride Series, #1
Jessie's Love: Mail Order Bride Series, #1
Jessie's Love: Mail Order Bride Series, #1
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Jessie's Love: Mail Order Bride Series, #1

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This is a clean Western Historical Mail Order Bride Romance book that does not contain any foul language or sexual situations.

After turning 18 years old Jessie Ryder was asked to leave home.  Reluctantly, she  agreed to leave her only family in Moline, Illinois to go West in search of a husband.  

After answering an ad for a Mail Order Bride in Cheyenne, Wyoming, will she find heartbreak or happiness when she arrives?

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 15, 2017
ISBN9781386346609
Jessie's Love: Mail Order Bride Series, #1

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    Jessie's Love - R L Butler

    Chapter 1

    It’s time for me to leave?" Jessie Ryder repeated, stunned by her uncle’s words . 

    The tall, heavyset brother of her father sat in his desk chair and gazed over at her without any facial expression.  His pale blue eyes told her that he didn’t like what he was saying.  The telegraph machine suddenly started clicking, and he picked up his pen and bent over the paper on the desk before him. 

    She didn’t say anything else while the message came through.  It was a simple announcement of when somebody would be arriving on the train.  James Ryder handed her the piece of paper and asked her to deliver it to the recipient. 

    I know this surprises you, Jessie, Jim said in a sympathetic tone.  We’ll discuss it more later.  All I can say now is that it was a difficult decision for me to make, and your aunt’s disagreement with my decision didn’t make it any easier.

    Without responding, Jessie left the telegraph office at the train station.  She had come to live with Jim and Camilla Ryder when she was just seven years old, after she was orphaned by her parents in a carriage accident.  Jim and Camilla were her parents now, and she didn’t understand why they would want her to leave their home when she was barely eighteen years old.  She could still work at the telegraph office, and she could still help with their six children aged eight months to ten years old.  Why would her aunt and uncle want her to go away when she still had so much to offer them?

    That night, after all the children were in bed, she learned the answer. 

    This was your father’s plan for you, Jim said as they sat in the parlor.  He asked me to teach you a trade that would be beneficial to you.

    Child-rearing is beneficial to me, she responded.  I could be a governess or just a housekeeper.  I wouldn’t have to leave you.  I could take care of your children.

    No, Jessie, that’s not what he meant.  Do you remember when I came to get you in Indiana?   When your father was confined to bed with his injuries?

    A little.  Why?

    He made me promise to make you self-sufficient.  He never wanted you to have to rely on a man to take care of you.  Bill, your father, said that was how he and your mother had planned to raise you, and he wanted me to do the same.

    But where will I go, Uncle Jim?  Moline, Illinois, doesn’t really have anything of interest for me.  Aside from for the soldiers on Arsenal Island, there aren’t very many men.  Besides, I’m not interested in falling in love with a man who is just going to be moving on, anyway.  I love working at the telegraph office with you, but now you want me to leave.  I can’t open another one, because they already have a second telegraph office on the Arsenal.  Other than raising children, what’s left for me to do in Moline?  I heard an older person here mention an article that said Moline is such a dull town a ‘much duller town could not be scared up this side of Sleepy Hollow.’ So, what’s here for me?  Should I leave Moline altogether?

    "I’ve been giving that some thought, and I think I might have a solution.  I know you don’t think Moline is a very good town in which to find a husband, and I tend to agree with you.  My thought is that you head west to the frontier.  Single men are plentiful out there.  Instead of reading about the frontier in the dime novels and story papers you love to read, you would have a chance to experience it for yourself.

    You would really send me someplace where it’s so dangerous?

    "I’m not sending you anywhere, Jessie.  I’m trying to help you find a solution."

    Do I have to leave tomorrow? she asked, unsure where she would go if that were the case. 

    No, of course not, Camilla replied quickly.  First, you can find a place to live, and then you can make your decision.  But just so you know, I think Jim is wrong.  I think you should stay here with us where I know you would be safe, comfortable and well-fed.  I’m furious that he would even consider sending you away from our home.

    Jessie smiled at the thin woman across from her.  Camilla was much younger than Jim.  In fact, they hadn’t married until after she had come to live with her uncle.  Camilla was more like an older sister than a mother.  They got along quite well, and Jessie would miss Camilla, just as she knew Camilla would miss her, and not just because Jessie helped with the children. 

    I understand that, Cammy, Jessie said, but if this is what my father wanted, I’m sure he had his reasons.

    I know for a fact, Jim said, that Cheyenne and Laramie in Wyoming Territory could use telegraphers.  I got a letter from a friend in Laramie just last week asking if I knew of anybody.  I’m sure they were asking for men, but you’re just as good at doing the job as any man.

    Let me sleep on it, Uncle Jim, she said.  Maybe even for a few days.  Is it okay if I let you know what I decide by the end of the week?  That’s only three days from now.

    That’ll be fine.

    Deep in thought, Jessie rose and wandered up the steps to her loft bedroom, where she lit a lantern.  Picking up an old copy of a weekly newspaper with short stories in

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