Jaded Hearts - Book 1 Frontier Hearts
Mama sat across from her, locks pulled back in a regal coif. The light caught amber strands in her chestnut hair. The elegant lines of her blue linen and lace dress were out of place in a world of jagged mountain peaks and brutal winters.
“It does.” Not as prosperous as their three-storey house in Mole Hill, Vancouver, with balconies on three floors and a stained-glass conservatory, but prosperous.
“I think so,” Mama said.
Ruthanna smoothed the letter against her thigh. A message from Mr. Bertram Milligan, a man the mail order bride agency assured her was a good match for her. The agency described Bertram as an even-tempered, family-focused man with a quiet sense of humour.
Her nerves, taut and tired, urged her feet to board the next train back. Wheels ground against the tracks. The whistle blew for a second time, and the train lurched to a stop. Loud male voices called out women’s names above the hissing steam.
Dozens of men in clean work clothes and suits lined the train platform. Some men were recently shaven, others had trimmed beards, and a few had waxed moustaches. Most held photos of women above their heads, a mixture of curiosity and hope on their faces. Their gazes swept from window to window. All called out the names of women, likely their brides-to-be.