Train from Marietta
Chapter One
TATE DIDN'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT STYLE, but he knew that the woman
standing beside the rough board wall of the small depot was
fashionably dressed. He had glanced at her when he left the ticket
counter and had wondered what she was doing in this rugged Texas
town. She was obviously a city woman and as out of place as a rose
in a cactus patch. Light blond hair fell to her shoulders. She wore
a small blue felt hat that matched her princess-style coat, which
came down over slim hips. The flared blue skirt that floated down
around her calves was edged with a blue satin ribbon. Her matching
shoes, with slender heels, were planted firmly beside an expensive
leather valise.
What a silly hat, Tate thought, chuckling to himself. It'd offer no
shade at all. Within ten minutes, her face would be cooked in the
West Texas sun.
Worried about her trunk, Kate had stepped down from the train to
make sure it was in the baggage car. When the railroad agent told
her it had been left at the last stop and was being picked up by the
train from Marietta, she had decided to wait and go on to California
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