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Forced into Marriage
Forced into Marriage
Forced into Marriage
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A broken-hearted divorcee. A pregnant survivor. Can they turn an unwanted marriage... into love?

Wyoming, 1866. Brandon Herman wants to drink away his heartache. Divorced, disgraced, and out of work, the last thing he wants to do is marry again. When he’s strong-armed into marrying a Crow Indian woman, he only thinks of running away... until he learns his bride-to-be is nine months pregnant...

Lokni doesn’t trust her pale-skinned husband. After all, his kind raided her tribe, killed her loved ones, and stole her freedom. If it weren’t for the contractions, she would've already left her intoxicated groom. But until the baby is born, Lokni must bide her time and plan her escape...

As the unlikely couple embarks across the untamed West, Brandon’s support helps their friendship to blossom. They start to realize that it’s more than the baby that draws them together. But on the trail to a brighter future, not everybody they meet is interested in their happily ever after...

Forced into Marriage is a historical western romance set in a more realistic Wild West. If you like spirited characters, journeys of exploration, and the healing power of family, then you’ll love Ruth Ann Nordin’s stirring tale.

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Release dateJul 22, 2017
ISBN9781370358519
Forced into Marriage
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Ruth Ann Nordin

Ruth Ann Nordin has written almost 100 romances, ranging from Regencies to historical westerns to contemporaries. She plays with other genres from time to time, but her first love is romance. She has been happily married for twenty-two years to a sweet and funny guy, and they have four sons, who are all taller than Ruth now that they're 16, 17, 19, and 20. The good thing is she doesn't need a ladder. She considers herself very lucky to have led such a charmed life. Being able to play with characters and create stories is just icing on the cake. Hopefully, she'll get to keep doing this many years to come.

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    Very pleasant end to a saga with fantastic characters. Both Lokni and Brandon are great.
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    Another great story about the history of our western country

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Forced into Marriage - Ruth Ann Nordin

Pioneer Series: Book 4

Forced

Into

Marriage

Ruth Ann Nordin

Wedded Bliss Romance, LLC

Forced Into Marriage - Smashwords Edition

Published by Ruth Ann Nordin at Smashwords

Copyright © 2017 by Ruth Ann Nordin

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Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Epilogue

Author’s Note

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Dedication: To Patricia M. Denke who is a real sweetheart.

Chapter One

Early July 1866

Wyoming Territory

Brandon Herman was spending another evening at the bar. Sitting at the stool in front of the counter. Not bothering to look at the others who were in the busy establishment. Nope. It was just him and the whiskey in front of him. Just the way he liked it.

He didn’t have to wonder when his life fell apart. He knew it. In fact, he knew the exact day and time. August 9, 1865 at 11:03. The reason he knew it so well was because he had taken an early lunch break from work and found his wife in bed with his friend. After that, she asked for a divorce, and he’d been so numb he’d granted it.

Looking back, he had known something had been wrong between them. She’d grown more distant. She didn’t want to spend as much time with him as she used to. She’d been more secretive about the things she was doing when he hadn’t been around. His friend found reasons to avoid him, too, and when they did talk, the conversation wasn’t as natural as it used to be.

It was so easy to see everything clearly now that he knew what had been going on behind his back. At the time, he had ignored everything, telling himself that he was imagining their odd behavior.

Wiping away tears from his eyes, he picked up the glass of whiskey and swallowed it. Only when he was drinking did he feel like he could continue on for another day. But…that didn’t make him a drunk.

Joe Otto was wrong. Alcohol did not control him. He was choosing to drink it. It wasn’t something he had to do. It was something he chose to do. And so what if he’d gotten sick one time from it? So he’d drunk a little too much that night during the lookout on the wagon train? He’d never vomited before when he drank. One time of losing control didn’t mean he couldn’t do a wagon master’s job.

But Joe had been the head wagon master of the train leaving from Omaha to California. He had dropped Brandon off in this godforsaken town in the middle of nowhere. Then he took the wagon train and continued on his way to California. Leaving Brandon stranded in a place where he didn’t know anyone. No family. No friends.

But then, after he lost his wife and friend, what else did he have? His parents were long gone. He’d lost an older brother at birth and a younger sister to cholera. So it was just him. Just him and some alcohol. What was so wrong about a man taking comfort in the only thing that wouldn’t die or cheat on him?

Something slammed into Brandon’s back, and he jerked forward. His glass slipped from his hand and almost fell off the counter.

Get out of my bar! the bar owner shouted at someone behind Brandon.

Brandon looked over his shoulder. He blinked once and then twice. Two men were punching each other.

Go on! the owner shouted again as he picked up his gun. Get!

But the fight in the bar only got worse because other men joined the fight.

Brandon heard tables break in half and glasses shatter. A gunshot rang through the air, and the commotion got worse. Though Brandon struggled to hold onto the counter, he started to get dizzy. He tried to make sense of everything that was going on around him, but it just wasn’t possible.

Another gunshot rang across the room, and this one came much too close to him. He dropped to the floor and tried to get behind the counter, but one of the men came hurling across the table, fell off, and tumbled right at him, his elbow striking his gut. If Brandon hadn’t been so dizzy, he might have been able to move away from the man in time. As soon as the man rolled away from him, Brandon grunted and clutched his gut.

He scrambled across the floor, hoping none of the bullets being fired would hit him. One of the men in the brawl landed directly on top of him. He shoved him off and hurried toward the door.

Just as he reached it, someone pushed him outside, and he tumbled across the boardwalk and landed into the water trough. A horse neighed in protest and snorted over him, blowing his hair. Brandon groaned and tried to get away from the animal, but the edge of the trough prevented him from being able to completely avoid getting snorted on again.

Well, what do we got here? a man called out.

Before Brandon knew what was happening, someone was lifting him out of the trough. Then he threw Brandon on the dirt road. It took a moment for the stars in the sky to stop spinning above him.

Two men leaned over him, and something wet and sticky fell from one of their mouths and landed right on Brandon’s cheek. Grimacing, Brandon wiped his cheek with the sleeve of his shirt. If he was right, it was tobacco. The man chuckled and kept chewing his tobacco.

What a pathetic thing he is, the man with the tobacco said, shaking his head. He’s much too drunk to do anything.

That doesn’t matter, the other man replied. He knelt by Brandon, grabbed him by the chin, and turned his head so Brandon had to look directly at him. Can you speak?

Get away from me, Brandon slurred. He tried to swat the man’s hand away, but he missed.

The two men chuckled. Yep, he can talk alright, the one with the tobacco said.

What are you two doing? a third man asked.

Oh good. Someone was going to help him. Brandon was ready to roll to the side so he could get up, but the two men held him in place.

Don’t be in such a hurry, the one with the tobacco said. We’ll get you to your bride soon enough. He whistled and waved for someone to get over to them. You got the wagon ready yet?

Bride? Wagon? What are you doing? Brandon asked again.

But neither man answered him. Instead, they picked him up and threw him into the back of a wagon. He hit the side of it and grunted. He’d been thrown around so much in the past few minutes that his head was starting to hurt. He grabbed his head as if it was in danger of falling off.

Usually after he was done drinking, he went back to the hotel room. He then looked for odd jobs to do during the day, and these jobs were enough to get him room and food. What was left over, he’d spend at the bar. He’d gotten used to the routine over the past week since he’d been here, but that routine was about to change. Just like his marriage had suddenly changed. Changes, he was quickly learning, were never good.

***

Lokni, a young woman from the Crow Tribe, watched as two men dragged an unfamiliar man out from the back of the wagon and dumped him onto the ground.

You want her to get married, Orson Pitt told the preacher, who stood next to Lokni. There you go.

The four men had brought her to the old preacher’s cabin earlier that day and told the preacher they were going to get her a husband. Then they went back into town, which was at least a mile away. And now, after a year of using her, they were going to pawn her off on someone else.

The tall, skinny man, Hank Pitt, dumped a bucket of water on the stranger’s face. The stranger gasped and coughed. Hank laughed and gave him a swift pat on the shoulder.

Good, Orson said. He’s awake.

The baby in Lokni’s belly moved, and she instinctively brought her hand to the large mound that marked her nine months pregnant. She couldn’t run. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t. They would catch up to her and bring her back. She’d cry if she had any more tears left. But the past year had drained her. She had no more fight to give.

Zane Wilson and Hank brought each of the stranger’s arms around their shoulders and half-walked, half-dragged him over to her and the preacher. The man was just as white as the rest of them, and just like the others, he hadn’t shaved in days. His head bobbed forward, and his dark strands fell over his forehead.

Zane slapped him on the cheek. Come on. You got to wake up. This is your wedding day.

I don’t know about this, the preacher told Orson. When I said she needed to be married, I meant one of you four ought to do the right thing and make her an honest woman.

We can’t do that, Orson replied. Not when we don’t know whose child she’s carrying.

Right, Barney Pitt added as he chewed his tobacco.

The preacher frowned at him.

Orson shrugged. Someone’s got to take care of her and the brat when it’s born. And you’re too old. He gestured to the preacher’s white beard. Then with a grin, he added, Unless you like them real young.

The preacher grimaced. The lot of you disgust me.

Yes, but the sheriff’s my brother, so what are you going to do about it?

The preacher glanced in her direction, and she looked away. She didn’t want to see the pity in his eyes. She was done with pity. She was done with feeling sorry for herself. People in town knew what the four men had been doing to her, but no one did anything because they were afraid of Orson and his gang.

Don’t feel bad for her, Orson told the preacher. She’s not a person. She’s one of those savages that roam from one place to another. No one cares if she lives or dies.

Don’t talk like that, the preacher said. God cares. He doesn’t care if she’s an Indian or not. She’s got value.

Then it’s only fitting that she marries a decent man, isn’t it?

The stranger let out a groan and then started to vomit. Hank and Zane dropped him, and the rest of them stepped away from him. Lokni had to cover her eyes so she wouldn’t gag and lose what little food the men had seen fit to give her that day.

He’s a drunk, the preacher said when the man was done.

Well, he’s as good as you’re going to get, Orson replied. You want to do this or not?

The preacher shifted from one foot to another and glanced her way again. After a long moment, he gestured for the men to take the stranger to another part of his front yard. Fine. He can’t be worse than you four.

Now, that’s what I’m talking about, Orson said with a grin as Hank and Zane picked the man back up and dragged him over to the spot where the preacher had instructed them to put him. I figured you’d come to your senses.

The preacher took Lokni by the arm and gently led her over to the stranger. I’ll pray that this is the best thing for you, my dear, he whispered.

His words offered her little assurance. They were words of a white man, and as she’d witnessed firsthand, white men couldn’t be trusted. And now, she was about to marry one of them.

Hank and Zane sat the man up, and Zane slapped his cheek. Come on. Wake up.

The man groaned then opened his eyes.

He looks like he’s doing better, the fourth man, Nolan Anders, called out as he approached them. He tipped his hat back and studied him. I think I recognize him.

We got him from the bar, Hank said. About a half hour ago.

No, I didn’t first see him at the bar. Nolan knelt beside him. I think he got dropped off here a week ago from that group of people heading to California.

You think he was part of the wagon train? Hank asked.

Yep. I think the wagon master dropped him off at the doctor’s, and he’s been here ever since. Nolan stroked the stubble on his jaw. I saw him cleaning up the streets. Probably did it to get more alcohol at the bar. Am I right? he asked the stranger.

The stranger didn’t answer him. He only groaned and held his head in his hands.

You got a name? Nolan asked. The preacher’s got to call you something so he can marry you.

Again, the stranger didn’t answer.

This time Nolan wasn’t so gentle with him. Nolan grabbed the man by the hair and pulled his head back. Answer me when I talk to you.

To Lokni’s surprise, the man spit in his face.

Nolan gave him a swift punch in the jaw then wiped his face with his bandana. Get him married and out of here, he barked at the preacher.

Yeah,

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