Humorous historical set in Old Nevada that features an accident-prone heroine and bold horse rancher hero
Palm Digital Media
Double Dragon Publishing
Someone coughed too loudly. Preacher Hanft raised an eyebrow in silent question and waited expectantly. Del Mitchell dropped his gaze to the folded note his wrangler handed him, and scanned the short message while a hundred inquisitive eyes bored into his back.
She wasn't coming.
He crushed the scrap of paper in his fist and glanced at his best man.
Sandy cleared his throat and addressed what remained of the assembly still in the small church. "Folks, the bride's had a change of heart. There won't be a wedding today."
"Well, hell! I say we all go over to Miz Minerva's and have us a party to celebrate!" Jorden Zoyer shouted.
Del spun on his heels and strode from the church, wanting nothing more than to be away from the church, his men, his town, his shame.
She'd left him waiting at the altar. Hadn't bothered to send the stupid note to the church. Del had waited over half an hour before dispatching a man to see what had Betty Lee Lydecker so late.
He paused to shove the wildflowers he'd picked for Betty Lee through a knothole in a sagging picket fence as he left Church Street and headed for the disreputable part of town. Betty Lee didn't want him or his flowers. And because of her, he'd missed the weekly poker games at Minerva's for over two months. Well, he wouldn't be missing any more of them.
Rumors around Wadsworth would later proclaim the horsemen had arrived en masse stark naked at Minerva's front door. That wasn't accurate. The only man showing his skin was the jilted bridegroom, and he still wore his socks, boots and hat.