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Cissy Cain and Abel
Mallary Mithell
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Cissy recovered after her young gunslinger husband suffered a fatal gunshot. She provided for her daughter and accepted being a widow, but when lawyer Abe Jackson arrives in Gabe’s Bend searching for his past, she finds her husband is very much alive.

It seemed like he’d been asleep only minutes when a loud crash jolted Abe awake. He sat upright nervously taking in his surroundings as his gathered his wits. "Cissy?” Getting no answer, he stood and hastily pulled his pants on, pausing only to button his fly. leaving his boots and shirt beside the trundle bed.

He walked into her room. Her bed was neatly made and empty. He also noted it was light outside. He heard another noise, an odd thump. She was in the kitchen.

"Cissy?” he rushed down the steps. "Are you okay?”

"I’m fine.”

Her tight smile told him otherwise. She sat in a chair and on the floor was a broken piece of crockery. "You hurt yourself?”

"Mmmm hmmmm.” The affirmation was all she could probably manage. She lifted up her skirt and revealed a deep gash across the top of her foot.

He walked over and swept her in his arms, placing her on the kitchen table.

"Do you have any clean rags?”

"There.” She pointed to a muslin bag hanging from one of the pegs. "Watch out for that broken pitcher.” She warned.

"Okay, I am going to clean it and check it.”

"I broke my water jug,” she whispered. "I don’t have another jug like that one.”

"You may have broken your foot, if the thing was full of water.”

He frowned and examined the cut. He stopped as Cissy began sniffing. "Does that hurt? Are you getting ready to cry?”

"No, but I smell the biscuits. Can you get them out of the cook stove before they burn?”

"You beat all. You’re more worried about the food than your well being.” He walked over the stove and opened the heavy door. He put the pan of biscuits on the other side of the table then covered them over with a piece of cloth.

"You seem at home in the kitchen,” she said.

"If I was bad growing up, my father would make me work in the kitchen. I spent a great deal of time in there.” He admitted with a laugh.

"I can imagine.”

He poured water over her cut and checked for broken bits of pottery in the gash, talking as he wrapped the wound. "I learned how to make sourdough bread and sugar pies. Hattie used to make the best squash pie in the world.”

"I’ve never tasted a squash pie. Was she an aunt or cousin?” Cissy winced as he tied the bandage.

"Hattie was a woman who lived near us. She would always leave a few squash to get real big and knotty. That’s when you make them into pies. The seeds won’t go through the colander that way.” He whispered the last part as if it were a great secret. "I’ll tell you what. If you leave some of those squash in the garden until they get really big and too tough to eat, I’ll make you a pie.”

"You will?” She was obviously skeptical.

"Yeah, and I make a mean pie crust, too.” He winked and she blushed.

Abe felt a gnawing in his stomach again. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He couldn’t be falling for the outlaw’s sister.

"Here let me kiss it better.” He sure did like kissing Cissy.

Mallary Mitchell loves writing as much as reading. After years of teaching, Mallary returned to writing. When not typing at her computer she enjoys spending time with her children and husband. Mallary’s previous releases are The Widow’s Ransom and Cissy Cain and Abel.

Fiction Books :: Romance Books :: Historical Books

ISBN: 1597057789
ISBN(13-digit): 9781597057783
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 174
Paper Weight (lb): 7.4

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