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  The Outlaw Takes a Bride

  Book Five in the Bernstein Sisters Series

  Amy Field

  Copyright © 2017 by Amy Field

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  Contents

  About Amy Field

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  Books in the Bernstein Historical Wester Series Amy Field

  About the Bernstein Family Romance Series

  The Outlaw Takes a Bride

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  A SELECTION OF STORIES FROM THE ROMANCE READING ROOM LIBRARY

  Regency Romances

  I. The Duchess Runaway

  II. The Earl’s Runaway Bride

  III. The Passion Of A Gentleman

  IV. The Secretive Duchess

  Amish Romances

  I. Love Beckons

  II. The Amish Widow’s Lover

  III. The Amish Widow's Baby

  IV. Mary Of The Amish

  V. The Rumspringa Secret

  Secret Baby Romances

  I. The Cowboy’s Secret Baby

  II. The Billionaire’s Secret Baby

  III. His Special Secret Baby

  IV. Love Child Surprise

  V. The Unexpected Secret Baby

  VI. The Basketball Baby

  For you to discover!

  I. Fallen

  II. The Billionaire’s Chef

  III. The Quarterback’s Rush

  IV. Prisoner of Passion

  Historic Western Romances

  I. Charity

  The Supershifter Trilogy (Sci-Fi)

  About Amy Field

  I’ve been writing stories about love for more than 25 years, so I consider myself something of an expert on the topic! Through the years I’ve honed my writing and storytelling skills, so by now I know what it is about romantic stories that makes them entertaining and fun to read. I love to write stories that inspire and entertain, and that take the reader on a journey into a wonderful make-believe world filled world with characters that live and live just like us. When I’m not writing, I love cooking and taking my two dogs, Jasper and Monty for walks in the woods behind my home in Vermont.

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  Books in the Bernstein Historical Wester Series Amy Field

  Charity

  Faith

  Ruby

  Grace

  The Outlaw Takes A Bride

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  About the Bernstein Family Romance Series

  Shortly after the Civil War ended a young man named Seth Bernstein rode west and settled just outside of Cheyenne. He built a ranch, the Bar S, one of the finest horse ranches in the area. He married a young girl named Charity, and they had three daughters – Ruby, Faith, and the youngest, Grace.

  The Bernstein Series starts off with the story of Charity, her upbringing, how she got to meet Seth, and how he saved her life before they got married. It then follows on with the story of each daughter, and how their unique personalities, from the quiet, reserved Faith to the brilliant Ruby, and tomboy Grace all found their loves. The series ends with the story of the outlaw stepbrother Robert, the one who Charity forgave, but couldn’t forget.

  The Outlaw Takes a Bride

  Book Five in the Bernstein Sisters Series

  Chapter 1

  Brides On The Way

  The town of Livingston, Montana was bustling on Thursday morning. The mayor and his council were meeting to finalize plans for the next day’s arrival. Reverend Click had swept the chapel and was rehearsing the ceremony. Tomorrow, he

  would officiate at five weddings, when the mail-order brides arrived on the train. There were five of them, from Ohio, coming to meet and marry their husbands and begin new lives in Montana.

  Down Main Street, at the Salt Shaker Saloon, Jed Daniels was polishing the bar and keeping his few customers happy. The bar girls weren’t at work yet, so he kept the beer and whiskey flowing. Morgan Baxter was at the bar with some friends, celebrating his last day as a single man. His ruddy face hinted at the amount of liquor he’d been drinking.

  “In twenty-four hours I’ll be walking Abigail home,” he said, downing his third shot of bourbon. “No, I meant I’ll be walking Mrs. Baxter home.” He smiled at his reflection in the large mirror, as his friends laughed and sipped their drinks.

  “Not if you keep carrying on like an idiot,” said a voice from the doorway. They turned to the strange voice, and saw a man in his twenties, blonde, wearing a tied down gun belt. “I just got into town and I don’t need to hear any drunks hollering.”

  Jed Daniels put down the bottle he was holding. “Mister, this is just a little wedding celebration. Morgan here is getting married tomorrow. He don’t mean no harm.”

  “Right.” smiled Morgan. “Let me buy you a drink.”

  “I don’t drink with small town hayseeds,” said the stranger, stepping close, his hand rested on his pistol. “Now you boys just clear out and let me drink in peace.”

  “No sir,” Morgan said, his face flushing. “This is my home town and I have a right to celebrate my wedding day.”

  “You either get out or they’ll carry you out,” said the stranger taking another step forward. Morgan’s friends moved away from him as he stood taller, his face flushed.

  “I’m going to buy you a drink and go home,” said Morgan. But instead of reaching into his pocket, his hand went to his pistol.

  The stranger was too fast. His gun was out and fired before Morgan could clear his holster. As Morgan staggered back from the bullet’s impact, the stranger shot him again. The saloon was in shocked silence as Morgan’s body fell to the floor.

  “No wedding plans now,’ said the blonde stranger. “Maybe I’ll just have to take care of his new woman myself.” He started to turn, then stopped. “I’m new in town. They know me down in Wyoming. I’ve shot and killed three men down there. Just so you know, my name is Robert Bernstein. Remember that name” He backed slowly to the door, then turned and left.

  “Oh my God,” said one of Morgan’s friends. “He just came in, shot Morg dead and didn’t even have a drink”

  Jed Daniels, the bartender, stood staring at the door where the stranger had stood. Then he came around the bar to help with Morgan’s body. Tomorrow there was someone he needed to see.

  Chapter 2

  Here come the Brides

  The train was on time the next day, with a crowd waiting to see the brides. As they stepped down onto the platform, they met their future husbands. They were women who wanted a fresh start and gambled everything on a new life with a new husband in Montana, far from their Ohio roots. The crowd watched as they met their men, ranchers and townsmen who were lonely and wanted families.

  There was Lucy, a short, skinny woman with a pretty smile. Then Constance was introduced, a large, soli
d woman who would be fit for the ranch chores. Then came Jessica, a busty farm girl, and Marie, a sober-looking woman in a new frock. Finally, wearing a simple checked dress, Abigail stepped off the train. A tall, shapely young girl, she had auburn hair and green eyes. She was pale and shaken, having been told just minutes ago that her future husband was not meeting the train.

  Jed Daniels sought her out and introduced himself. “There’s been talk of getting you a hotel room,” he said. “But that’s expensive and it will drain your money quickly. I have a room above the saloon that is clean and safe. You can stay there free until you decide what will come next.”

  “That’s very kind, Mr. Daniels. I don’t have enough money to get back to Ohio, and I don’t want that anyway. So I accept your offer with thanks.” They all strolled over to the small church, where the brides were married. Jed introduced his wife to Abigail, and they went with her to the saloon, after the wedding, and helped her settle into her room.

  As they left to go home, Jed’s wife took his arm. “You’re a kind man, Jed,” she said.” This is not the first saloon that young woman has seen. She’s one tough cookie.”

  Chapter 3

  The Quiet Woodsman

  Early the next morning Jed mounted his horse and rode out of town. He followed the trail along the river for two miles, then cut uphill towards a large log home surrounded by a wide deck, He dismounted and started up the steps to the house, only then noticing the man watching him from the corner of the deck.

  “Good morning, Jedediah,” said young man, getting to his feet. “What brings you out here so early?” He waved as Jed started to talk, and said “There’s fresh coffee inside. Come in and have some.” He led the way into the large main room, motioned Jed to a seat near the fireplace, then brought him a steaming mug of coffee.

  “Thank you,” said Ben, sipping the hot coffee. “I wouldn’t have bothered you, Mr. Burns, but something bad has happened you need to know about.” Jed told Burns about the stranger in the saloon and Morgan Baxter’s shooting. He explained that he was putting the young bride up in the saloon for now.

  “Are you certain,” he said. Burns was a tall man, over six feet, with dark, long hair.

  “Yes sir, he certainly did.” said Jed. He stood up and swallowed the last of his coffee. “Like I said, I hate to bother you out here, but I thought you’d want to know.’

  “I do,” said Burns. He shook Jed’s hand and showed him to the door. “I’m not certain what I’ll do about it,” he said. “Is the killer gone by now?”

  “No sir,” said Jed. “He’s still in town and has been asking about Morgan’s bride.”

  “Then there’s no time to waste,” said Burns. “Don’t mention you saw me, but I’ll be in town this afternoon.” Jed agreed and headed out for his horse. Burns watched him mount up and ride away, then sighed and opened his rifle cabinet. In the back, out of sight, was a tooled leather holster. It held two shiny Colt Dragoon revolvers. Burns slipped them out of the holster, then unloaded, cleaned and oiled each. Then he belted on the holster and reloaded each pistol.

  “This makes no sense,” he said to himself. “Bernstein isn’t even my real name.” He remembered how he fallen in love with Charity when he was much younger. He had wanted to be part of Seth’s family so much that he had started calling himself Robert Bernstein, and considered himself a brother.

  It had all been a fantasy; one that grew and warped as he drank and wandered the west in search of Charity. He had shot three men in fair gunfights, and after each one, he had made certain everyone heard his name. He wanted a reputation that would grow, one that might attract Charity’s attention, wherever she was. He finally found her by chance, when he heard where Seth lived. And when he saw her, his fantasy, his dream, had fallen apart. He had tried to take her by force, even taking a shot at Seth. But he had missed and hit Charity instead and fled. His life had suddenly become

  pointless. He never drank again and he hung up his guns.

  “It’s been awhile,” he said softly. “But now it’s time to tell the truth.”

  Chapter 4

  The Gunman on the Bay

  In town, people looked up to see a man of about thirty riding in on a tall bay. He wore a gray shirt, black hat, and two pistols. Townspeople saw the pistols were tied down, as only gunmen dismounted, patted the bay, and strolled back to the side door. He opened the Door and stepped into the kitchen, which was empty. The coffee was hot on the stove, so he took a mug and wore them and looked away. Some people thought he looked familiar, but they couldn’t place him. He definitely was not a regular in town, but seemed to know his way to the saloon. He filled it. Looking around, he pulled a chair back into the corner so he was facing the outside door and the one to the saloon itself. Only then did he raise the mug and sip the strong coffee.

  The saloon door opened a bit, and Jed peeked in. “I figured it was you,” he said. “Here’s someone I want you to meet.” He stepped into the room, followed by a tall girl in dungarees and a gingham shirt. Her auburn hair was tied in a ponytail, but what caught the man’s immediate attention were her green intelligent eyes. She looked at his face, appraising him, then sat in the chair Jed held out for her.

  “Abigail, this is the man I told you about,” said Jed. “Mr. Burns, this is Abigail Donovan. She’s in a tight spot. I told her maybe you could help.” He looked at Burns hopefully, then opened the door into the saloon. “I’ll be out here if you need anything,” Jed closed the door, and they were alone.

  “Thank you for coming to meet me, Mr. Burns,” she said, her green eyes meeting his. “Everyone has been so kind to me. She looked down, and Burns caught sight of a tear on her cheek. He pulled his chair up to the table and patted her hand.

  “First of all, my name is Bob,” he said. “And there’s got to be a way out of this for you.” She wiped her eyes and sat up straight.

  “I grew up on a farm,” she said. “I was used to long days of chores, helping my father. “But when he died, I couldn’t keep up with everything. I tried, but the bank was pushing hard, so I sold and had a bit of cash. I’m good with horses and crops, but I don’t know much else. Pretty soon the men in town were offering me money to work in a bar, but I wouldn’t do it. I signed on to come out here to live on a ranch. But even then I’d have to marry a stranger. I just don’t know.” She gave up holding back and sobbed, holding her face in her hands.

  “You’re in ranch country now,” said Burns, putting his hand gently on her back. “People here will help you get settled.”

  “Coming out here took almost all of my money,” she said. “I don’t know what to do or where to go. I will not work as a bar girl here, either.”

  “No decent person will allow that,” said Burns. He drained his coffee mug and caught himself staring into her green eyes again. “Don’t think of leaving just yet,” he said. “But if you want, people will pitch in to get you back to Ohio.”

  “There’s nothing for me there anymore,” said Abigail. “This is where I have to live. I have to come up with a plan.” Her eyes stared at Burns, and he nodded.

  “I’ll help, Abigail” he said. ”Give me a bit to see what I can come up with. Jed and his wife are good people. You’ll be safe with them.”

  “Thank you Mr.,” she paused. “Thank you, Bob. I’m honored to have you as a friend.” She shook his hand as they both rose. Burns felt her soft squeeze and stared once again into her green eyes before she turned and went out into the saloon.

  Chapter 5

  The Man from Wyoming

  The kitchen seemed empty once Abigail left the room. Burns poured himself another cup of coffee and sat down just as Jed opened the door and stepped in. He got himself a mug of coffee and joined Burns at the table.

  “I have a question, Jed,” said Burns. “Why did you ride out all the way to my place with the news? Plenty of folks would have helped out.”

  Jed took a sip of his coffee, looked at Burns, and shrugged. “A few years ago I was down
Wyoming way. I had stopped in town and happened to witness a shooting.” He paused as Burns nodded and smiled. “Anyhow,” said Jed, “I heard later the shooter had turned himself in and spent time in jail. Then I head the woman he had wounded survived, said her shooter was drunk and upset. She refused to press charges and they released the man from jail.” Jed finished his coffee. “I saw the man who shot down Morgan, and I thought the real Robert Bernstein should know about it.”

  “I guess my secret is out,” said Burns. “It was bound to happen somewhere.” He drained his coffee. ‘What you heard is all true,” he said. “Back in those days I made a lot of money with furs. I also used my pistols a lot. I shot three men who drew on me first and got to thinking I was pretty hot. Luckily, I put my money in a bank to grow and invested some in the Wyoming mines. So while I was getting rich, I went looking for my childhood girlfriend. I was drinking a lot then, and somehow I convinced myself that she would love me after all these years.”