Page 71 of An Unescorted Lady


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"I'll think of you and pray for your return quickly." She gasped as he let his fingers slide against her like a feather.

"Is it wicked to want my husband all the time?" she asked.

"No, it's natural. We're still newlyweds you know." He grinned.

"You'd think we'd get tired of each other, wouldn't you?"

"Not a chance of that, honey." He chuckled.

"Do you know what you're going to tell Priscilla?" she asked as he held her close, kissing her neck.

"No, I haven't given her a thought. I'll have plenty of time to figure that out on the train. According to the tickets I got, I'll have to change trains five times, take a riverboat up the Mississippi to St. Louis, and maybe ride a stagecoach part of the way. It'll take four to five days to get there if nothing breaks down, that is."

"I'm sorry it'll be a long journey, but I feel it will be enlightening and it will be over before you know it." She encouraged.

"Yes, I suppose you are right. I'm so in love with my wife though, it's hard to imagine talking to her." He told her.

"Be gentle with her."

He chuckled, "I'll try."

"I love you Lance Rogers." She told him softly.

"I'm doing this for you honey. I feel as though if she really cared, she'd have written and explained it all to me. She didn't. So, all I can conclude is, she found someone else."

"Still, knowing for sure will set you at peace when you wonder about it, years from now."

"I'm at peace sweetheart. Being in your arms puts me at peace." He told her.

"I love you Lance, and I want you to tell me the same in twenty years." she whispered, finding his lips once more and kissing him with all she had.

"And I love you, and I will but let's make it fifty years." he whispered as he began making love to her once more to prove it.

Chapter Seventeen

Two days later he found himself on a train, alone, headed for Boston. It would be a long and tedious trip. He brought some cattle magazines and read them over and over.

But as he sat there, he thought about the last three days with Trudy. He'd never dreamed he'd find a woman that suited him so well. Their love-making was better than he dreamed possible. He couldn't believe himself so lucky. It was true he'd fallen for her the minute he laid eyes on her, standing there, alone, unescorted in that beautiful blue wedding dress. Her lips had tasted as sweet as he thought they would, and he couldn't wait to get her to the church.

Realizing later that same day, how stupid he must have looked standing there in front of her in his naked glory and being faced with the fact that he'd married the wrong woman.

Still, the more he had kissed her, the more he had realized that she was the right woman. He just had to convince her of it.

Now when he returned home, he could put Priscilla away and he and Trudy could live happily. Trudy had been right all along; it was a good idea to follow up with Priscilla and get her out of the picture once and for all.

He sighed, pulled his hat down over his face and went to sleep.

Later he met a few men on the train who were traveling east too. They talked cattle and business, and he was told several cattle buyers were on the train too.

Nothing like finding an opportunity, he thought to himself.

He got in a card game with two of them and they talked shop for a long time. He sounded as though he might get top dollar for their cattle this year, that was good news and he couldn't wait to tell the others.

One of the buyers was headed for St. Louis the other for New York. The one going to St. Louis told him it was just a detour, that he'd be in Kansas probably way before him and to look him up.

Lance felt good about that. There was also discussion of the fact that the next year would be different as the railheads were going to open up the cattle business for many others. This one man, Mr. Daniels seemed to be interested in such large herds as Lance was offering and he was eager to talk to him about it. But he tried not to mix business with pleasure.

Lance went to eat, then turned in.

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