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Drawn by the romantic stories of brave men carving a home out of the Montana wilderness, Rebecca joins her sister in Whitcomb Springs to find a real man, a man of heroic dimensions. What she finds is Roper, a man of dubious dimensions. But looks can be deceiving and Roper may turn out to be just the hero she’s not been looking for.
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Sheriff Hank Chase sat with his feet propped up on the cold wood stove, his fingers steepled before his lips while Roper paced from the door to the desk. “So, she’s a looker.”
Roper stopped midstride, “A looker? My horse is a looker. This woman’s . . .”
Hank grinned. “I think you said ‘an angel without the wings’. Never knew you were inclined to poetry.”
“You can make fun all you want, but when you see her, you’ll understand.”
Jack piped in, “She sure does smell good.” The boy’s eyes held a dreamy quality quite unlike the skeptical glint he normally harbored there. “Just nice, a little like Ma, but sweeter. Not like the fancy ladies over at Sheila’s house.”
Both Hank and Roper turned to where Jack perched on the edge of Hank’s desk.
Hank asked in a slow drawl, “And you would know that how?”
Jack frowned, pursing his lips saying, “You can smell them from across the street.”
Roper pressed the issue, asking, “You make a habit of taking your route home through that alley? It doesn’t seem the most direct way from school or the general store.”
Jack met the question but neither man’s eyes. “I might’ve been invited in for a cookie or two—on occasion.”
Hank lifted one dark eyebrow. “A cookie? They in the bakery business now?”
Jack squirmed. “I may have run an errand or two for Sheila—on occasion.”
Roper took his turn at bat. “You’re on a first name basis, too? Is that all you been up to on occasion?”
“Well, yeah!” Jack folded his arms and screwed up his face, a picture of disgust. “What else?”
Hank and Roper exchanged glances.
Hank asked, “How old are you?”
“Eleven.” Jack cinched up his pants and stuck out his chin. “Nearly eleven and a half.”
Hank narrowed his eyes. “Your mother know you been over there?”
“Nah.” Jack’s face paled leaving only a smear of freckles to color his nose. “Hey! You ain’t gonna tell her, are ‘ya?”
Hank threw up his hands and vigorously shook his head. “Not me.”
Roper knew Hank’s relationship with Jack’s mother might make him a bit reluctant to snitch on her son. So, Roper stepped in with a little bit of big-brother advice. “Seems to me that a boy your age might be better off getting his cookies from his mom’s kitchen.”
Hank nodded, suppressing a grin. “Definitely.”
Jack changed the subject, looking at Roper again. “So, what ya gonna do to get Aunt Rebecca to like you?”
Hank answered the question. “I’d imagine he should just be his normal, charming self,”
“His charming self?” Jack looked mystified. “Like in Prince Charming? I sure ain’t seen it.”
Hank shrugged. “Well, maybe not just like Prince Charming, but he can be. . .nice.” Hank unrolled from the chair and ambled back to his desk. He turned an eyebrow on Jack as he passed.
“And stop saying ain’t. Your mother doesn’t like it.”
“Do I have to be charming?” Roper scratched the back of his neck.
Hank pulled a hand down his stubbled cheek. “Well, you know, just pay special attention to her. The usual things like hold open a door or pull out her chair. Make conversation ladies like. Talk about the flowers and the weather. Be a gentleman. You know.”
“I don’t know.” Roper frowned and returned to pacing.
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Copyright © by Samantha St. Claire
"The Unwitting Hero of Whitcomb Springs" released August 28, 2018.
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Genre: Western/Clean Historical Romance
Type: Short Story/Novelette
Heat Level: 1
Language Level: 1
Violence Level: 1
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