Taming Eliza Jane
Chapter One
When Eliza Jane Carter stepped down from the stagecoach, every man, woman and
child on the street stopped to stare.
It wasn't only her incredible height of almost six feet that drew their
attention. It wasn't only the combination of coal-black hair, ice blue eyes and
a fine porcelain complexion. It wasn't even her lush figure, clad in a long,
black skirt and severe, unadorned white blouse.
It was all of those things combined with a piercing, go-to-hell look that seemed
to bore into the very soul of the town. With her back ramrod straight and her
chin held high, she looked around the main street of Gardiner, Texas, just one
more dingy cow town like the dozens she had visited before.
Her gaze lit on a woman in a worn calico dress with five children in tow. There
was a woman standing silently in the hot sun while her husband conversed with a
group of men. And there was a woman, her belly swollen with child, with an
infant about a year old on her hip and a toddler clinging to her skirt.
Eliza Jane took a deep breath and gripped the handle of her valise. The women of
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