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An excerpt from
The Boden Birthright. (Go grab a copy for the extremely affordable price of FREE FREE FREE)
A man on the run from powerful in-laws who want his son under their power.
A woman of the frontier who knows better than to be so attracted to a man from the east.
A little boy who needs a home.
The Boden Birthright--the story begins.
After the Bradford’s left, Chance, not all that certain where his son’s loyalties lay, said, “Cole, we’re going for a ride in the park this morning.”
The boy might tell the butler if Chance explained what was going on and word could reach Priscilla within hours.
They rode out. Chance was careful to be on his own horses, not animals the Bradfords could accuse him of stealing.
Chance met a man in the park who quickly traded horses with him so his own couldn’t be described. Then Chance rented a room in a crowded boarding house. He only needed it to arrange a disguise. His and Cole’s. He dressed them both in rugged wear fit for a long trip. Then Chance cut his son’s hair and pulled a broad brimmed western hat down low on his forehead.
“What do you think, son?” Chance held a very pretty brown curl up in front of Cole’s eyes.
Whose eyes gleamed in a way that gave Chance hope that his son wasn’t hopelessly lost to the shallow ways of his grandparents.
“I like having short hair like you, Papa.”
Chance hugged Cole close and those small arms came around. Chance held him so tight he wondered if the boy would protest. But Cole nearly strangled him as he clung to his neck.
Finally, Chance pulled back, his throat felt tight. “I love you, son. I have been bad to you.”
“No you haven’t Papa, you’ve just been sad.”
“Call me Pa from now on, instead of Papa.”
Cole tilted his head. “Pa. All right.”
“I have been bad to you. I haven’t spent time with you or talked to you like I should. It was sadness about your ma dying, but I have a fine son. I should have been spending time with you. You’ve needed me and I haven’t been a good Pa to you. That’s going to change. You and I are going away where we can be a family again.”
Cole blinked a few times and Chance braced himself to be told Cole loved his grandparents more than he loved his pa. It was what Chance deserved.
“Can I stop wearing clothes that itch now, Pa?” The hope in the boy’s eyes wrung a chuckle out of Chance.
“From now on you are going to wear clothes like these I just put on you. Clothes like the ones I’ve got on.” They both wore brown trousers and a broadcloth shirt. They had boots and hats and Chance had strapped on a gun belt. He was remembering who he was before he’d met and married Abby.
He was going so far west God was going to have to come hunting him-let alone Priscilla Bradford. And Chance was going to go hunting God. He neglected God as well as his son since Abby died.
“Have you ever heard of a train, Cole?”
“I think so, Pa.” Cole’s dark blue eyes were wide with confusion.
It reminded Chance just how young his boy was.
“Well, we’re going to ride on one. Let’s go.”
They left the boarding house and rode straight for the train station.
Chance had only a small satchel, the bulk of what he owned was on that wagon train. The boy hadn’t realized it, but the clothes and the horses and the haircut amounted
to a disguise. Chance expected Pinkertons to get involved and he’d done a fair amount to slip away. Probably they would be found eventually, but not for a while. Not until they were well outside of the range of Davidson Bradford’s power.
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