Prim And Improper

Table of Contents

Cover Page

Excerpt

Dear Reader

Title Page

About The Author

Prologue

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

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Copyright

“That’s the most preposterous thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Come now,” he said. “Don’t tell me you haven’t given the subject of marriage a little thought recently?”

As recently as a minute ago! More than anything, Louise wished she could leave this man, crawl back home and hide. “I swear, if you aren’t the most infuriating, confusing man I’ve ever met!”

Ty laughed. “I do it on purpose, you know.”

She tilted her chin haughtily. “You would!”

“You can’t tell me I’m not having an effect on you.”

The man was outrageous! “Nonsense. I only wonder that you don’t see how futile your efforts are.”

His light chuckle was a feather tickling up the bowed tautness of her nerves. “Maybe because every time I’m around you, you seem like a person sitting on a powder keg, looking at me as if I’m about to throw a lit match at your feet…!”

Dear Reader,

Liz Ireland writes both historical and contemporary romances for Harlequin, and is fast becoming known for her special brand of humor. Her lively storytelling shines through in her new Western, Prim and Improper, an adorable book about a spinsterish young woman who falls in love with a brazen cattle rancher who she thinks is in love with her sister!

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Prim and Improper

Liz Ireland

LIZ IRELAND

lives in her native state of Texas, a place she feels gives her a never-ending supply of colorful characters. Aside from writing romance novels and tending to two very demanding cats and a guard dachshund, she enjoys spending time reading history or cozying up with an old movie.

Prologue

New Mexico Territory, 1852

A gunshot shattered through the noise in the small smoky barroom, effectively ending conversation and several card games.

The place suddenly quieted as about twenty rough, dusty men all turned in unison to gape at the tiny woman who had fired her rifle at Ed Peter’s ceiling.

“Say!” Ed cried. The woman was just a little mite of a thing, all decked out in a yellow dress, and that gun looked near as big as she was. At first, Ed was prepared to give the lady a piece of his mind for shooting off firearms in his drinking establishment, but at the sound of his voice she turned his way, preventing his rebuke. Her blue eyes were two narrow slits of ice boring right into him, Ed thought, startled.

“The name’s Purdy, Lida Purdy, and I’m lookin’ for a man by the name of Atticus Purdy,” she said. What with hat yellow dress, her straw-colored blond hair and her intense expression, the woman resembled a very mean canary. “Anybody seen him?”

Murmurs rippled through the room. All down the long bar, the men glanced up at Ed, as if questioning how he was going to handle this crazy little woman. But they really shouldn’t have wondered. He was a saloon keeper, not a sharpshooter. Ed hadn’t lived to the ripe old age of sixty-two by arguing at gunpoint, even if the gun was being held by a pint-size lady in a yellow dress.

“Atticus Purdy?” he asked. “Who’s he?”

In her same edgy voice, Lida Purdy announced, “Used to be a barber back in Alabama.”

A barber? Somehow Ed had expected her to say this man she was looking for was an outlaw. She seemed awfully intent on finding him. “Well, he ain’t here,” Ed told her.

“That so?” She kept her rifle raised. “Well, if’n you do see him, you tell him for me that I’m gonna find him if it’s the last thing I do.” Her eyes narrowed further. “And once I find him, I’m gonna kill him. Got that?”

The room was once more deadly silent until somebody called out, “What’s Purdy done to you to make you so het-up to kill him?”

“He married me, that’s what.” Lida Purdy spat.

Bart Wood laughed. Bart always did lack sense. “Most women hold more of a grudge to men who won’t marry ‘em!”

The cold stare she sent him froze Bart’s smile. “He married me, then he run off and stoled all my money. Then, come to find out, the rapscallion had been married before, back in Georgia. So ‘bout three months ago, I started trailin’ dear old Atticus. I’ll find that son of a gun if it’s the last thing I do.”

And by the looks on the men’s faces around the bar as they stared at her, Ed could tell everyone believed her.

“Maybe you oughtn’t not to be leaving this Atticus Purdy messages then,” said one of the men helpfully. “Thataway maybe you can find him easier.”

A slow smile spread across Lida Purdy’s face, matching the venomous look in her eye. “Oh, I’ll find him. Meantime, if he hears I’m after him, so much the better. I want him to be scared.”

Ed swallowed, quickly poured a whiskey and shoved it across the bar to her. He didn’t like selling drink to women particularly, but as mad as this woman seemed about Atticus Purdy, he figured it was just as well not to get on her bad side.

“On the house,” he said, trying to be friendly. “That’s a hard-luck story you got there, sister.”

She shot him another of those cold stares, then reached out with her free hand and slugged down the drink without so much as a wince. He was amazed that a woman so dainty could pack away liquor so neatly.

“It’ll be harder luck for Atticus if I ever find him,” she said. “Now you got that message straight, bartender?”

“Sure,” Ed repeatedly carefully. “Atticus Purdy. And you’re gonna find him.”

“And when I find him, I’m gonna kill him.” Her lips twitched into a sweet, determined smile Ed wouldn’t soon forget. “Don’t leave out the killin’. That’s the most important part.”

Chapter One

Noisy Swallow, California

“Champagne!” Niles Swaggart looked with mild surprise at the new load of liquor Louise Livingston had just driven up to the door of her saloon. “My, my,” he drawled with amusement. “Noisy Swallow’s gettin’ pretty high-toned.”

Gordy Jenkins stared in disgust at the case of neatly packed bottles in the back of the wagon, obviously trying to imagine the rough, raucous miners he served in Louise Livingston’s one-room saloon taking to bubbly. “There ain’t never been champagne in Noisy Swallow before.”

Niles grinned, twisting his long white mustache. In his mid-forties at most, he was young to have a head of stark-white hair, but he didn’t appear to mind. In fact, it sometimes seemed as if he considered it his most appealing feature. “Why, Gordy, practically nothing’s happened here before. Didn’t you know? That’s the best part about living in a place that’s only existed for three years.”

For the past month Niles had been living in Louise Livingston’s boardinghouse, drinking in her saloon and buying goods at her mercantile. He considered himself her best customer, and as such, he spoke his mind—and flirted with her—liberally. “I swear, I worry sometimes you’re gettin’ too sophisticated for me, Miss Livingston.”

Louise crossed her arms and smiled at the man’s silly banter. Goodness, she was happy to be home! After a few days scaring up goods in Sacramento, Noisy Swallow seemed like heaven. Though it was mostly mud and a dwindling population of miners, it was her town. She was even glad to see Niles again, eccentric though he was. “I’m already too rich for you, Niles.”

Niles chortled. “Oh, I have resources. And one of these days I’m gonna open me a business. Then you’ll have to marry me.”

She sent him a skeptical look. “Oh, really?”

“You’ve owned everything in this town since it was started up. If I opened some sort of establishment, I’m bettin’ you’d marry me just to keep your monopoly on commerce.”

Louise laughed crisply. “Niles, you know you’ll never open a store. That would mean having to work, and I suspect that’s the one thing you can’t abide.”

By contrast, Louise absolutely thrived on work. “He that labors spins gold,” her mother had always said, and Louise lived by that maxim, as well as by countless others. Those pearls of wisdom were her beloved mother’s legacy to her.

“What are we going to do with this stuff?” Gordy asked, a pained expression on his face as he reached into the back of the wagon and grabbed for the champagne. “That French brandy from last year is still on the shelf, Miss Livingston. Nobody’s found so much as a nugget around Noisy Swallow in over six months, and if they do, I’ll wager they’ll still want the cheap stuff. Just more of it.”

“Brandy, champagne and miners don’t mix,” Niles agreed. “That’s a fact. Not being a miner myself, however, I’m rather partial to the first two.”

Louise laughed. Niles prided himself on his refined Southern upbringing and, if given the chance, would regale any stranger with the story of his duel with an infamous man named Mr. Fitch. She didn’t have time to hear that tale now, however. “Oh, I know it’s probably frivolous. But you see, my mother told me several times that on her wedding day, the house had flowed with champagne.”

“Well,” Niles exclaimed with feigned amazement, “it appears the business lady has a sentimental side after all!”

Louise frowned and corrected him. “Don’t get me wrong. There won’t be wedding bells ringing in this town anytime soon.” Not if Louise could help it. The only men in these parts were miners and ruffians, and the only women were herself and her younger sister. Pretty, vivacious Sally could do better than the scruffy wastrels of Noisy Swallow. And as for herself…

Well, as Niles had said, she was a business lady. Since her parents had died, she felt she owed it to her family to be the breadwinner above all things. Of course, there were times when she was tempted to give in to the temptation to flirt back with some of the men who flirted outrageously with her simply because she was one of the few bodies in skirts for miles and miles. And it was also tempting to dream of chucking all her responsibilities and leaning on the shoulder of some man.

For instance, a great grizzly bear of a man with flinty gray eyes, a dark, full beard and a smile that looked as if he’d borrowed it from the very devil.

For instance, Tyrone Saunders.

Ten months had passed since Ty Saunders had kissed her behind the half-built church after one of Noisy Swallow’s rare social get-togethers. In a few, sensually charged seconds he had made her nearly forget every obligation that she had to her sister and brother and all the hard work she’d gone through settling them in Noisy Swallow. In fact, a few more moments in Ty Saunders’s arms and she would have been ready to throw away everything and run off with the rough-hewn miner who claimed to blow where ever the wind might take him.

Unfortunately for her, the wind hadn’t carried Ty far since that fateful night He had given up panning for gold to try his hand at ranching with his younger brother. Now it looked as if the man would be a permanent fixture on the Noisy Swallow landscape, an ever-present reminder of the weakness of her flesh. A constant, niggling temptation in the back of Louise’s mind. Those arms had fueled quite a few dreams during the winter months in the California hills.

But, according to rumor, Ty had suffered no such repercussions from their encounter. Two weeks after he kissed her, Louise overheard that he’d been seen in San Francisco in an establishment known for its fancy women. Indignation swelled in her. He probably thought all women in California were loose, including her. That was the kind of man he was. Thank goodness she had not let herself get carried away by him.

Not too far away, at least.

“Miss Livingston?” Gordy asked. “Are you all right?”

Gordy and Niles were staring at her oddly.

“I was just, just—” She blushed and stammered, hunting for a decent explanation, then decided to get back to the subject of liquor. “Well, as for the champagne, I simply thought we could use a dash of refinement.”

Gordy shook his head again. “At any rate, I guess we should get this stuff inside before it starts to pour.”

At that moment, thunder rumbled through the dark sky. Niles, sensing that he was about to be recruited for lifting duty, disappeared around the corner of the bar.

After getting the boxes inside, Gordy and Louise settled accounts and exchanged gossip. A half hour later, Louise left the saloon with a skip in her step and picked her way across the street. Rain meant the town was about to be graced with another layer of mud. Still, just looking at the place filled her with pride.

Noisy Swallow didn’t have much to boast of, but most of what it did have belonged to Louise Livingston. Three years before, her father had brought his family—to Louise and her mother’s utter dismay—from Chicago. Louise’s mother had succumbed to cholera on the overland journey, and her father had died soon after they’d reached California. At twenty years old, Louise was left in charge of her two younger siblings, Sally and her brother, Toby.

Before he’d died, their father had secured a two-room shack for his family. Louise moved herself and her siblings into one room and opened the other room to boarding. She also started cooking hot meals for the miners, and doing wash, which brought in even more money. After a few months, an old prospector struck gold not a half mile away, which brought a new wave of men into the area. And more profits for Louise.

Now, after two years, Louise owned not only a fine two-story wood house—one half of which she opened to paying boarders—but also the Noisy Swallow Saloon and the bigger, newer Livingston Mercantile across the road. The old prospector’s find had tapped out a year ago, and now most people in Noisy Swallow were just passing through on their way to newer finds to the north, but for better or worse Louise had put down roots.

She would be content staying in California and accumulating money for the rest of her life, she often assured herself. Her only worries now were for Sally, and what decent man her sister would ever find to marry, and especially for young Toby, who she feared would become like one of the shiftless dreamers who passed through her establishments. An impractical man like their father, who had thought nothing of picking up and moving his family all the way across the continent at the first whisper of gold. Louise wanted her sister to marry a fine, upstanding man, and her brother to return to the East for a university education.

As a blustery wind rose, Louise dashed the final yards to the mercantile. The wood slats she had put out in front of her store sank beneath her feet into the growing bog. To her dismay, she found Wilbur Abernathy, the local preacher and blacksmith, waiting for her outside the front door. The part-time parson, who was forever trying to raise money to finish his half-finished church, was a genuine nuisance. She stood near the door scraping mud off her feet and nodded. “Afternoon, Mr. Abernathy.”

He bowed and smiled. “Good afternoon, Miss Livingston. I hope your trip was uneventful.”

“I’m glad to be home, as always,” Louise said, making her way toward the door. It was only then that she noticed the message hanging on the door. Please come back later. Closed till afternoon.

The sign, written in Sally’s flowery handwriting, nearly stopped Louise’s heart Closed till afternoon! What had happened? “Where is Sally?” For that matter, where was Toby?

“Such a high-spirited girl, your Sally,” Abernathy said with a fixed smile.

When a man of the cloth called her younger sister “high-spirited,” Louise knew enough to be worried. She put her hands on her hips. “How often has the store been closed since I’ve been gone, Parson?”

“Oh, I’m sure not often.”

Louise frowned as she opened the door and stepped inside, the preacher-blacksmith close on her heels. For a moment, she tried to gauge what kind of business they’d done by simply eyeing the shelves. But the big dark room, with its huge barrels, sacks of flour and sugar, and the high shelves crammed with various sundry items, gave her very little idea of how often her recalcitrant brother and sister had played hooky from their duties.

“I believe your siblings went for one of their…walks.”

“In this rain?” Even before she had left, Sally and Toby had been disappearing often for these “walks” of theirs, strolls Louise chalked up to youth and spring. But the inclement weather made their amble today seem suspicious.

Wilbur looked anxiously out the store’s little window. “I’m sure there’s nothing in the least to worry about…” he said, but the slight tremolo in his voice was reason enough to worry.

Louise planted her hands on her hips. “I wouldn’t worry, if I knew where they had sneaked off to.”

“‘Sneaked’ is a rather harsh word, Louise.”

She narrowed her eyes on him. He knew. Wilbur Abernathy usually did know everything before everybody else. Souls were hard to save in a rough town like Noisy Swallow, so he seemed to try to content himself with collecting gossip instead. Gossip, along with money for that unfinished church of his.

Just then she saw his eye straying to a keg of nails she had near the long counter. Immediately she understood. The parson’s knowledge didn’t come free. For a moment, she balked at paying the blackmail, but curiosity and concern for her siblings won the day. “You know,” she said, sashaying casually over to the nail keg, “I just can’t seem to move these darn things. I don’t suppose you and that church of yours have any need for some good strong nails, do you, Parson?”

He practically licked his lips as she scooped up a couple of handfuls and placed them in a box for him.

“Oh, certainly,” he said. “I’m much obliged, Miss Livingston.”

“Don’t mention it.” Her arm physically ached as she handed over the unpaid-for merchandise. Nevertheless she forced a smile. “Now, what were you saying about these walks?”

Just then, the door flew open and Toby and Sally burst inside, soaking wet, their faces flushed from exercise. Breathing heavily and dripping water on the waxed floor, they looked from Louise’s stern face to Wilbur Abernathy’s surprised one, then glanced back at each other in dread.

Louise backed her two wayward siblings against the closed door, her posture rigid and especially big-sisterly. “You two needn’t bother lying to me about where you’ve been.”

“Why would we need to lie?” The effect of Sally’s spirited response was marred by her wet hair; the usually perky ringlets that now drooped across her forehead in great sopping brown hanks, and the blush of guilt in her cheeks.

“Yeah, why would we?” Toby mimicked. At sixteen, he was two years younger than Sally but fully a head taller. He had the same curly brown hair as Sally, and sharp brown eyes that they all shared, traits they had inherited from their father.

“Because you were supposed to be at home studying and doing chores. And Sally, you were supposed to be minding the store. Imagine my surprise when I came in and found your note! Luckily Mr. Abernathy was here to set me straight.”

Sally, seeing the box of nails in Wilbur’s hands and guessing that he had already snitched on her, stepped forward defiantly. “All right, I admit it. I sneaked out to visit a friend.”

Toby took a smaller step forward. “And I—”

“I made Toby come with me,” Sally interrupted.

Louise’s heart started pounding with dread. “‘Friend’?” Her suspicious query was punctuated by Wilbur Abernathy’s shuffling toward the door with his ill-gotten gains.

“Thank you for your kind donation to the church, Louise,” the preacher said.

After he was gone, Sally straightened to her full height and stood nose to nose with Louise. “As a matter of fact, I’ve been going to see a man.”

Louise gasped in horror. “Who? Who is it?”

“I don’t see what it matters,” Sally said. “You hate all men just the same.”

“I do not. It’s just that men around here fall into two categories—dreamers and chiselers. And I don’t want a sister of mine getting mixed up with either type.”

“Well, this man is a perfect angel—I even met him at Wilbur’s church.”

Louise immediately dismissed this recommendation. Everybody in Noisy Swallow went to church—Wilbur held services at two in the afternoon so his flock would be able to sleep off their Saturday night hangovers. “Who?” she asked again. “Who is it?”

Sally hesitated and bit her red, full lower lip. “It’s—” She shot a stern look at Toby before bringing her gaze back to meet Louise’s. Suddenly her voice became a shade meeker as she admitted, “It’s Tyrone Saunders.”

The room fell completely silent, except for the sound of rain battering the roof. Toby’s mouth was hanging open in shock, and Louise was sure her own was, too. Surely she’d heard wrong.

Ty Saunders! The man who had kissed her? Who had dominated her dreams all winter?

Oh, no, it couldn’t be. Heat flooded through her as her mind called up those memories she just hadn’t been able to shake, no matter how hard she tried—of rough lips pressing against hers, a firm hand around her waist, and the unsteadiness of her legs as he held her so tightly against him.

Had Ty kissed Sally that way? Her gape turned to a scowl of indignation. Of course. He would probably kiss anything that moved!

Finally she collected her wits enough to ask in utter amazement, “You think Ty Saunders is an angel?”