Had Mirella heard the crude curses when she'd fallen against him? Did it matter, after his more shocking revelation. Thinking back as he got the coach underway once more, a smile crept onto his face. What a damn shame he'd shocked the uppity fucking virgin enough to want to leave his company. It was a pity that the locomotive with her pain in the ass aunt on board would have well left Junction by now and be getting further distant by the second. When they arrived in Redwood, what options would she be left with? To either continue on with him, or to take her chances on finding someone more trustworthy to travel. Unlikely. Should he forget about trying to charm her, and simply bend her over and whip her so hard that she'd find it painful to sit …show more content…
They followed it all the way in, and were joined by more. When he drew to a halt, a crowded had gather. Mostly woman and children, they hushed when he stood; in awe of the Reverand and his gleaming transpsort.

"Mr Pickett." He jumped from the seat onto the dusty road, resisted kicking the mangy dog that yapped at his feet, and turned his attention to woman who'd spoken. Large and buxom, weighing two hundred pounds or more, she flapped her arms at the crowd. "Leave, leave. Allow the man some peace for Lord's sake" They parted for her like the Red Sea for …show more content…
"I didn't expect to see you again so soon, I am indeed blessed, Mr Pickett." Blessed for his gold coins, no doubt. The woman ran the only accommodations in town. Not to mention, the local whorehouse. On his previous visit, Jeremiah had utlilised both services. Any Madame worth her salt knew to keep her mouth shut.

The Lord called me back, and granted me one of his flock to shepherd safely West."

He motioned to the carriage, but before he'd even gotten the last work out, Hannah had shoved two stragglers out of the way and pulled open the door. "Oh My."

She stopped dead when her gaze landed on Mirella, in all her youth and finery. Hannah's hand moved up to cover her mouth, and she glanced at Pickett. "Ain't she a pretty one, such a dress I've never seen.

"Come on, dear, with me." She turned back to Mirella and leaned in to grab her arm and yank her free of the seat, before Pickett intervened.

Jeremiah placed his hand on her arm, and gently drew her