Binding, she said succinctly. Her aunt spluttered, collapsed into the nearest chair, and used her hand to fan herself. Oh, Sydney! Sydney handed her an envelope of money. This is for you.
The rail line from there to Texas is quite reliable. A lifetime of watching Mama taught Sydney how to get her own way. Instead of throwing tantrums, Mama thought creatively. Her unique solutions took others off guard long enough to allow her to obtain whatever she desired and slip off before realization of the folly sank in.
Sydney decided the time had come for her to do the same. Look at this coat. Sydney pulled a bright green one from the depths of the wardrobe. Americans will expect me to have a fine jacket like this. No more doubts. We have to hurry. Sydney folded the coat and tucked it in atop the other garments in her valise. I appreciate your stalwart spirit, Aunt Serena. Serena rubbed her temples. Something must be wrong with me.
Sydney tugged on the trunk, but it refused to budge. This has to be with your things. Serena traipsed over, turned her back on the trunk, and proceeded to give it a hefty bump with her derriere. The trunk slid several inches on the carpeting. It took little time for her to fill her own luggage. She even managed to call and order the maid to bring up a breakfast tray for two. Sydney looked at the collection of luggage and dared to hope everything would go off without a hitch. Thank you for all of your help. This is nothing compared to what Mama did.
As soon as the words left her mouth, Sydney regretted them. Aunt Serena always pounced on the least little opportunity to sermonize on the topic. She met my brother and married him the next day, and when she died, she left him desolate. It was a tragedy. So is this. Serena placed the tray on the edge of the bed and tutted over the offering. I specifically ordered things that would travel well. She barely ate from the luncheon and supper trays the cook sent up. At midnight, the maid gave Sydney an odd look upon her request, but she woke the cook and soon thereafter delivered a breakfast tray.
Sydney ate the fruit compote and eggs, then laid the rashers of bacon between the slices of bread. Wrapped in the napkin and stuffed in her pocket, the sandwich would be her first meal aboard the train. Funds wired. Pleased to have nephew. No use for females here. Bring boots, britches, shirts. Regards, Fuller Johnson. Serena assumed the masquerade would end once Sydney reached Forsaken Ranch. Sydney knew different. One last detail needed to be addressed. Sydney brushed through her hair. She stared at her reflection. Well, I can be different by having short hair, too. She picked up the shears.
Vanity warred with logic. Compromising by cutting just below the level of her shoulders would be long for a man but short for a woman. Sydney steeled herself with a deep breath and snipped.
Or so she thought until she started to part her fingers. As the scissor blades opened, tresses tumbled down her arm and onto the floor. She stared at them, then looked back at her reflection in the mirror. No turning back now. She lifted her chin, pulled another segment of hair forward, and measured it to the shorter length. Halfway though, she studied the woman in the mirror. Long, rich curls cascaded on her left while bluntly clipped strands hung starkly on the right. After tying the remainder of her hair back with a small strip of twine, she tugged on britches and promptly jerked them back down.
The lace at the hem of her unmentionables made a distinct, lumpy line. Hasty whacks with the shears solved that problem. With the flounces gone, her britches pulled up without impediment and hung correctly. Critically eyeing herself in the mirror, she grimaced. That bulk disguised her feminine shape well enough. Socks and boots finished the ensemble. Thick, gaudy carpeting muffled the clomping of her slightly too-big boots as she tiptoed down the hall.
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The heavy valise slid along the banister quite nicely. This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue? Upload Sign In Join. Home Books Romance. Save For Later. Create a List. Read on the Scribd mobile app Download the free Scribd mobile app to read anytime, anywhere. Ebook edition created Ebook corrections ISBN pbk. Of the innumerable blessings our Heavenly Father has bestowed upon me, I count you among the dearest. She pulled free from his grasp. Hume, as I said earlier, I fear we do not suit.
He heaved a longsuffering sigh.
Perhaps this business trip is best done away with. Is he putting me above his business? He held up his hand. No need to thank me, Cindy dear. Aunt Serena pulled the yards of satin and lace from the trunk. I tried. Marriage between us simply will not work.
Oh my. I inadvertently heard— You stooped to eavesdropping! Well, this trip has been an unmitigated disaster.
The prudent thing would be to wait and discuss the matter with Mr. Relief washed over Sydney. Whatever were you thinking, keeping something so vile all to yourself these past days? Mama was American. This is my opportunity to— Run wild? Serena sighed. Hume has the money. As for property—Harold and Beatrice inherited it.
Expecting you? He ought to come claim you. That will take too long. What kind of misunderstanding? But you disabused him of— Serena gasped. Darling, how will you manage? Even if you succeed in this scandalous charade, what will you do then? Serena stared at the shirts. What about your.
Aunt Serena glanced at the envelope and pushed it back.
No, no. I insist. Child, you never need fret about me. On the other hand. Sydney hastily gave back the envelope. You have sufficient funds to purchase appropriate clothing in the meantime? Gracious plenty. As I said, Uncle Fuller was exceptionally generous. Audiobook Download. Availability: Unrestricted available worldwide. When year-old Lady Sydney Hathwell arrives in New York City, she never imagines she'll soon be galloping about the Wild West, unchaperoned—and dressed as a man.
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When year-old Lady Sydney Hathwell arrives in New York City, she never imagines she'll soon be galloping about the Wild West, unchaperoned—and dressed as a man. Honoring her father's dying wish, Sydney journeys from England to consider marrying Manhattan businessman Rexall Hume. Description When year-old Lady Sydney Hathwell arrives in New York City, she never imagines she'll soon be galloping about the Wild West, unchaperoned—and dressed as a man.