Return to Whittakerville by Shirley A. Roe 9
we‟re newlyweds. She moved into his lap. He tensed; his
whole body was on edge under her touch. His skin burned,
his desire was growing stronger. She snuggled her head
under his chin. Oh Lord, help me stay strong, was all he
could think of.
“I would rather hear what that newspaper has to say.
Read it to me.” He gently but firmly nudged her off of his
knee, much to his own relief.
“Oh, fine but you are getting to be a bore. That‟s
why I left St. Louis. My family was so boring.” She pouted
as she picked up the newspaper and began to read.
“Wealthy business owner, Jeremy Whittaker is recovering
from stab wounds. Mr. Whittaker and his family were
attending the marriage of their son, Abraham Whittaker to
Miss Vivienne LaRue, when a crazed Indian savagely
attacked Mr. Whittaker. Before the suspect left the scene,
their child was taken captive. The man was last seen riding
out of St. Louis with Anna, the daughter of Jeremy and
Martha Whittaker. Martha Whittaker is the owner of St.
Louis Haute Couture. Mr. Whittaker is expected to survive,
however he will be convalescing for some time. Mr. Austin
Wells, the general manager, has taken charge of the St.
Louis Import/Export business. The Whittakers have offered
a large reward for information leading to the location and
safe return of Anna.”
“So I am a crazed Indian? No mention of the fact
that I am the son of Jeremy Whittaker‟s dead brother? No
mention of why I was there? Just a crazy Indian who stabs
him for no reason and then steals a child? What kind of bull
is this?” He snatched the paper from her hands. Not being
able to read himself, Jeb had to trust her to tell him the
truth. He was furious. He threw the papers to the floor and
stomped out of the railcar. She watched him go, making
sure she smiled at the other passengers. Luckily they were
seated some distance away and had not heard the
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