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  Mail Order Miranda

  Widows, Brides, and Secret Babies

  Jenna Brandt

  Copyright

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  Text copyright © Jenna Brandt 2020.

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peak of Lawfully Loved

  Sneak Peak of Mail Order Misfit

  Sneak Peak of Discreetly Matched

  A Note from the Author

  Also by Jenna Brandt

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  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

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  Mail Order Miranda

  An orphan who's charged with taking care of her infant niece, a man seeking a mother for his toddler twins, and a mail order marriage that could be what they both need.

  Miranda Barton doesn’t want to be a burden anymore, especially since her sister just had her first baby. She decides her only option is to become a mail order bride. Just as she is set to leave for Texas, her sister and brother-in-law are killed in a tragic accident. She has no other choice, she must take her infant niece with her and hope her future husband will understand.

  Cade Tanner lost the love of his life—and the mother to his twin sons. He has no idea how to take care of toddlers while managing his ranch. His only option, place an advert for a mail order bride. When a woman named Miranda responds, Cade hopes she’s the answer to his prayers. What he doesn’t expect is for her to arrive with a baby of her own.

  Will three children under the age of three be more than Miranda can handle? Can Cade find a way to make room in his heart for another woman? And will Miranda and Cade find a way to find happiness together?

  -To my readers-

  You make writing worth it every day.

  1

  Early Spring of 1881

  Lake Hope, Pennsylvania

  The baby’s earsplitting cries echoed down the hall, causing Miranda Barton to cover her head with a pillow. Nearly every night for the past six months, her niece, Eleanor, woke bellowing at one in the morning. Her precise timing would be commendable if it wasn’t so exasperating.

  “Please, Elle, just for one night, stop crying,” Miranda mumbled into the mattress of her bed. “I just need one good night’s sleep before I head to Texas in two days.”

  As if to show who was in charge of the house, Eleanor’s cries increased both in tempo and shrillness.

  Miranda threw the pillow off her head and rolled over, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She might as well check on her sister, Elizabeth, who would no doubt be tending the baby while her husband, Albert, was fast asleep. It always stunned her how that man could sleep so soundly through such a grating nightly occurrence.

  After slipping on her robe, Miranda padded down the hallway until she reached the nursery. She pushed the door open and observed from the threshold. Elizabeth was in the rocking chair, gently moving it back and forth in an effort to soothe the baby. Eleanor wasn’t having any of it though. Her tiny pink face scrunched up in a wretched scowl before another bloodcurdling scream projected from her mouth.

  “Did you try offering her some bread with a little brandy on it?” Miranda inquired, moving further into the room. “Jane said it could help.”

  “Yes, I tried it, and Elle promptly spit it out. She only cried harder afterward, making it that much more difficult to calm her down. Jane might be the pastor’s wife, but she isn’t an expert on everything, though she seems to think so,” Elizabeth stated sarcastically with a shake of her head. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take, Miranda. What if Eleanor never outgrows this behavior?”

  “Here, give her to me for a bit.” Miranda reached out to take her niece. “You look as though you might break down and weep at any moment.” Miranda placed Eleanor’s stomach against her own chest and gently patted her back as she paced the floor. Within a few minutes, the motion did its trick and her niece drifted off to sleep.

  “How did you do that?” Elizabeth marveled, with a hint of envy in her voice. “It never ceases to amaze me how good you are with her. I don’t know what I’m going to do without you when you leave in two days.”

  “It’s all in the walk,” Miranda said, continuing to pace back and forth to make sure Eleanor didn’t wake up. “You just need to keep a steady cadence, and pat her back at the same time.”

  Elizabeth shook her head. “You make it sound so easy, but I’ve tried doing exactly that. It’s not what you do, or even how you do it. It’s you, Miranda; you have a gift when it comes to children. They bond with you in a way that is very special.”

  Miranda hoped her sister was right. She was going to need that special gift if she was going to be capable of taking on the job of being a mother to twin almost three-year-old boys. When she saw Cade Tanner’s advert for a mail order bride in the Matrimonial Times, she nearly passed it up when it mentioned the children. She hadn’t been sure if she was interested in having an instant family, but when all the other adverts were placed by morally bankrupt scoundrels or old men looking for a young wife, she decided children might be the least of her problems.

  Elizabeth insisted that she didn’t need to leave, but Miranda didn’t want to be a burden anymore. Her sister and her husband were barely surviving on his income as a constable. Miranda supposed she could have tried to get a job herself, but with no education or experience to speak of, reputable jobs for a woman were scarce.

  “You’ll be fine,” Miranda encouraged, as she placed Eleanor in her crib. “You’re a great mother. Eleanor will get through this, and soon all her fussiness will be a distant memory.”

  “I hope you’re right, but that doesn’t change the fact I’m going to miss you so much when you leave.”

  “I’ll miss you, too, but you can come visit any time.”

/>   “I’d like that,” Elizabeth stood up and squeezed her sister’s hand. “I’ll pray for safe travels for you. It’s a long train ride to Texas.”

  Tomorrow, Miranda would be setting off for her new life in Rockwood Springs. All of her belongings were packed and ready for the trip. She had her ticket and traveling money her future husband had wired to her safely tucked in her tapestry bag.

  A nervous excitement was in the pit of her stomach as she held Eleanor in her arms. Gently, she patted the infant’s back just the way she liked it. Once Elizabeth and Albert returned from the market, they would help her with her final arrangements before departure. In no time at all, she was going to be barreling down the rails heading to Cade and his sons.

  “I’m going to miss you, Elle, but this is going to be better for everyone,” Miranda whispered in her niece’s ear. She didn’t like the idea of leaving her behind, but it had to be this way. “I know I’m a burden to your parents, and that isn’t fair. I need to find a way to make a life for myself. Cade and his boys need me, and I can make a life with them. I hope one day you’ll be able to come and visit me.” She turned her face and gently kissed the baby’s cheek, trying to repress the tears that were forming in the corners of her eyes.

  There was a knock at the door, and Miranda moved from the parlor into the entry hall of the house. Maybe it was some of the women from church coming to say goodbye. Most of them hadn’t been the most supportive in the beginning when she told them her plans to be a mail order bride, but there were still a few that might come to wish her farewell.

  She opened the door and on the other side stood men wearing dark blue constable uniforms. She recognized both men from her sister’s wedding as well as from church. What put her on edge was they both had a look in their eyes that didn’t bode well for why they were there.

  “Good morning, Miss Barton, can we come in?” the taller of the men asked politely.

  She nodded, stepping back to let them enter. “Please, follow me into the parlor.”

  “Miss Barton, you might want to sit down for what we need to tell you,” the shorter, portly man said with a sad smile. “This is going to be difficult to hear.”

  Miranda’s stomach tightened with dread. “What is it?”

  “There was a robbery at the market today. The owner of one of the stores pulled a gun to defend himself, but the thieves shot back. Unfortunately, your sister and Albert were caught in the crossfire.”

  “Are they going to be all right? Are they at the hospital?” Miranda inquired, already figuring out in her head who she would ask to watch Eleanor while she went to tend to her family. She’d have to write her future husband, of course, and explain she would be delayed for a few days, possibly weeks, but hopefully he would understand.

  “I’m sorry to say, Miss Barton, neither of them survived. Their wounds were too severe,” the taller constable informed her with a sympathetic look.

  Miranda’s whole body started to shake, her knees were suddenly weak, and the room was spinning out of control.

  “Miss Barton, here, let me help you. You don’t want to drop the baby,” the shorter constable shouted as he came up beside her and guided her onto the sofa nearby.

  The baby, what was going to happen to Eleanor? She was an orphan now, just like Miranda. She never hoped to share such a heartbreaking connection with her niece.

  “Can we get someone for you, Miss Barton? Do you have any family nearby?” the shorter constable offered.

  She shook her head, tears falling down her cheeks in rapid succession. “My sister was all the family I had left, she and my niece. What is to become of the baby?”

  “Albert didn’t have any family left either, did he?” the taller constable asked.

  She shook her head, and forced herself to swallow the lump in her throat so she could answer. “We were all orphans. We often lamented that it was what bound us all together.”

  “I suppose you would be charged with taking care of her then, if you’re willing,” the taller man explained. “You’re the only family she has left.”

  Miranda looked down at her sleeping niece. Eleanor was her responsibility now. She needed to do whatever it would take to take care of her. Her protective instincts kicked in. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do, but she needed help.

  “Can you fetch Pastor Phillips and his wife for me?” she inquired.

  The taller constable nodded, then leaned over and whispered to the other man, who a couple of moments later, scurried off towards the front door.

  “I can stay with you until they arrive if you’d like,” he offered.

  She nodded, the constable accepting the gesture as a sign that he could take a seat in the nearby chair.

  They sat in silence while they waited, neither of them having any words that could make the situation more palatable. Eleanor started to stir, causing Miranda to shift in her seat. She hoped the baby couldn’t sense the tension in her body. The last thing she needed was for her niece to wake up and start crying.

  A half hour later, the constable returned with the middle-aged pastor and his wife. It was clear from the expressions on their faces that the constable already told them what had happened.

  “Oh my, dear, I’m so sorry,” Jane stated in a soothing tone as she took a seat next to Miranda on the couch. “We’re here for you, whatever you need.”

  “Thank you,” she pushed out through the lump in her throat, trying to respond the way she was raised to do.

  “Do you want us to take a letter to the post office to be sent to that man you were planning to marry in Texas? I’m assuming that absurd idea isn’t happening now,” Jane stated in a way that made it clear she didn’t approve.

  Miranda hadn’t thought about Cade since she found out about her sister and Albert’s deaths. It didn’t mean that she didn’t want to follow through with her commitment, because she did. She just wasn’t sure how she could do that now that she had Eleanor to consider.

  “Jane, I can handle that on my own. What I need help with is planning the funeral. I don’t know the first thing about it since Elizabeth took care of it for our parents.”

  “I can handle all of that in the next couple of days,” Pastor Phillips offered.

  “No, tonight,” Miranda stated firmly. “I can use the little bit of money my sister had saved up for the funeral but it has to be done tonight.”

  “Why is that, dear?” Jane asked with confusion. “That’s awfully quick.”

  “Because, I have a train ticket I need to use tomorrow. I need all of this settled before I go.”

  Jane’s eyes grew round with shock. “You’re not seriously thinking of still going to Texas, are you?”

  “I don’t have much choice, Jane. I know my sister and Albert were already in a dire financial situation. It’s why I was leaving in the first place, so I wouldn’t be a burden on them anymore. The funeral will take up what little savings they had, so afterward, I have to go to Texas and marry Cade Tanner.”

  If Miranda had the money, she would’ve sent a telegram to Cade and told him about her new unexpected circumstances. She didn’t have enough money, however, to both bury Elizabeth and Albert and send a telegram, nor the time to send a letter and wait for his reply. She also couldn’t find it in herself to beg others to help take care of her and Eleanor. Everyone was having a difficult time providing for their own families since the mill burned down six months prior. It was the major source of income for the town.

  “At the very least, then, you should leave Eleanor with us,” Jane suggested. “Such a long trip across the country would be difficult on a baby. Besides, you have no idea what’s waiting for you at the end of it. Would your intended even want another, unexpected mouth to feed?”

  Miranda worried about that, too. Would Cade be upset if she arrived with a baby in her arms? He’d placed an advert for a mail order bride, not a mail order baby. Would he turn them both out once she got there?

  Her mind flashed to the last lette
r she received from him.

  I will not lie to you, Miranda. My heart still aches for my dearly departed wife. It is wounded and needs time to heal. I know; however, my children do not have the luxury of waiting while that happens. They need a mother now.

  I love children, and know that I have the capacity to love as many as the Lord is willing to bless us with through our marriage. I vow to you I will be a kind and considerate husband, just as I am a father.

  She had to believe from the promises he made in his letter, that if she brought Eleanor with her, he would take her in as his own.

  2

  Late Spring of 1881

  Rockwood Springs, Texas

  “Today is the day, Carol. I’m going to meet Miranda Barton at the train depot. I hope you approve of her. I did my best to find a mother for the boys that you would approve of.” Cade Tanner placed a bouquet of wildflowers in front of his late wife’s grave marker. “Just know, you’ll always have my heart. I love you and miss you every day, but I need someone to help me with the boys. I can’t run the ranch, and take care of them at the same time.”

  Cade wasn’t exaggerating. It was beyond him how his almost three-year-old twins only received a few bumps and bruises and one bee sting from all the accidents that happened in the past couple of months. Luckily, Ezra didn’t have a bad reaction to the sting, so Cade didn’t have to take him to the doctor. Cade was also smart enough to know, however, the next time it could be a lot worse. After losing Carol, he didn’t think he could live through losing either Ezra or Isaiah.