Rocky Mountain Dawn (Rocky Mountain Bride Series Book 1)

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old maid," Esther cried. "You have to be twenty-five at least to be a spinster. I'm merely considering my offers." Pulling her two siblings out from behind her mother, Esther set off in the direction of the house, her complaining mother in tow.
    "You have no offers, according to your father."
    "I know Mr. Miller asked for me." Esther dipped and caught up an apple, walking while she polished it against her dress.
    "That was three months ago, and your father turned him down firsthand."
    "Well," Esther said, biting into the apple. "I can hardly keep up with every suitor."
    Her mother sighed. A pity her eldest had been a girl, blessed with a quick mind and a sharp tongue, strong will, then pretty green eyes and long shining hair. The good boys she found too slow, the sharp ones too ugly, and the successful ones she challenged to live as Jesus and give all their money to the poor.
    One disgruntled mill owner had stormed out of dinner, telling Mr. Richardson his daughter was a radical.
    Her poor mother remembered all this, and drew in a big breath. "At fifteen, I met your father..."
    "...and married a week later, I know, I know. You always told me you should've waited." Esther threw her arm around her short mother who was breathing hard, trying to keep up with her daughter's strides. "Anyway, Mark Spencer said he would take me."
    "Heavens, no," her mother said, thinking of the town hooligan. Handsome, to be sure, but just the other day Doctor Whitney had treated a poor beggar who claimed Mr. Spencer's fine buggy had run him off the road.
    "What use have I for a husband, anyway?" They approached the house, and Esther threw her apple core into the midden. "Most men smell bad and think that books are for propping open doors. I want a scholar. Someone who wants to travel the world with me and see strange things and talk to different peoples. I want to see the world."
    "Oh, Esther." Her mother groaned and wished, not for the first time, that her eldest had been a boy.
     
    *****
     
    At dinner that night, her mother told Esther's father of her afternoon escapade. Her father frowned over his spectacles but said nothing until his wife had turned away to fuss over a younger child.
    "My dear daughter, what am I to do with you?"
    "Nothing, Papa. I just needed solitude."
    Her father looked over the rowdy dinner table, filled with his eleven children and shrieking wife. "I understand. You need to leave home, get away. I thought seminary would settle you, but you seem more restless than ever."
    "I just want to do something." Esther leaned in, face shining. "All the things I studied, all the knowledge I gained, I want to use it."
    He shook his head. "You should've been a man. Then at least I could set you up in a parish."
    "I don't want to settle here. I want to adventure."
    "Well, until then, no more climbing trees. You give your mother a scare." Her father pushed away from the table and stood with a sigh.
    Esther rose with him. "Let me help you to your study, Papa."
    "No, no." He waved her away. "I have some important business to go over. And under no circumstances are you to come in and snoop among my papers. Don't think I don't know that you snuck in to read about the Abolitionists when I was gone." His finger waggled in her face, but there was a twinkle in his eye.
     
    *****
     
    The moon hung bright and shining in the sky when the tree next to the Richardson's house started shaking softy.
    Esther wriggled out onto a branch to a half open window. Grunting, she got it open and dropped into her father's study, right behind his big desk. There was still some oil in the lamp, and she lit it quickly, glancing around her favorite room in the house. Tonight, the books held no interest for her.
    Sifting through her father's papers, Esther found three newspapers, as new as last week, and set them aside. As she did, a letter fluttered to the floor. Picking it up, she read the solicitation from the American Mission Board to her father for funds, and

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