Lady and the Scamp by Patricia PacJac Carroll

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The Lady and the Scamp

Lady and the Scamp Now out for your Summer enjoyment.

Hank leaned his chair back, set his feet on the sheriff’s desk, and tried not to think of Lilly, but her memory and words persisted. “You’re worth it.” He could hear her voice as clear as if she were still in Hickory Stick.

Shrill barks and loud knocks stole his attention.

“Now what?” Annoyed by the yipping dog, he threw open the door. “Shut that dog up.”

A beautiful woman stepped away from him while her jade, green eyes flashed alarm. She recovered. Her head went up, her shoulders straightened and her face set with an expression that said he wasn’t worth her time.

She’s not a lady. He’s not a scamp. No one is who they appear to be, but love happens as they strip away the façade and discover who they really are.

A Christian novella of a mail order bride set in 1869 Colorado Territory in the town of Hickory Stick.


Chapter 1

The stagecoach stopped.

Lady Elizabeth Victoria Windsor peeked out the window. A small one-street town stretched out in front of her. No carriages. No bricked streets. Only one store amidst a cluster of buildings. Well, what should she have expected with a town named Hickory Stick. She fluffed her skirt, righted her hat, and awaited assistance.

The driver opened the door. “End of the line.” He turned to her with the slightest of scowls. “You can get out now.”

Elizabeth extended her hand, and then gasped when the driver walked away. “Why of all the rude behavior.” She grabbed her dog and scooted to the edge of the seat. Unsteadily, she stood, bent over, and placed a foot on the step.

Genevieve barked and squirmed to be let go.

“Shush now.” Elizabeth took her hand off the door and tried to muffle the animal although she knew that never stopped the little dog’s nasty retorts.

Genevieve wriggled out of her grasp and jumped down. Off balance, Elizabeth grabbed for the door, slipped, and was left hanging on the side of the stagecoach.

“If you needed help, you should have said so.” The driver put his hands on her waist, lifted, and set her down.

Embarrassed, she slapped the man. “How dare you manhandle me?”

The driver narrowed his eyes. “Well, since I am a man, I don’t know any other way I could have handled you.” He pointed toward the jail. “I got your bags and trunk on the boardwalk. But I think you might want to call that little dog back before it gets ate by a rat.” He left her and strode to the livery.

She walked to her belongings and looked around. There were no porters to haul her luggage, and the boarding house was at the end of the street. “Well, Genevieve, let’s see if we can find someone to help us.”

Stoking her courage, she raised her head up, set her shoulders back, and walked to the door of the jail. She knocked, fervently hoping there were no hardened criminals inside. The little Papillion backed up and barked.

The door flung open and a rough looking scoundrel with a patch over one eye stormed outside. “Shut that dog up!”

About the Author:

Patricia PacJac Carroll

Patricia PacJac Carroll~ I am a writer, Christian first, and blessed beyond my imagination. I live in the Dallas-Ft Worth area of Texas with my wonderful treasure of a husband, my spoiled dog, Jacs, and my awesome son, Josh. Did I say I was blessed? The PacJac is from my initials and my husbands. I wouldn’t be able to write if it weren’t for him. I love adventure and the open road. The stories of the western era have always been a favorite of mine. I enjoy writing, and my goal is to write stories readers will enjoy.

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