Free A Western Romance: Love Storm - Western Historical Romance: (Western Fiction, Western Books, Western Brides) (Leap of Love Series Book 4) by Paige Powers Page A

love story that one read about in poetry books.
    So for the duration of her abduction, she held on to the fact that this man had once not only known her mother, but loved her mother. That had to count for more than the anger that he possessed for her father.
    She still was not sure what exactly Red used to make her pass out all of those times, but she was just happy that he gained more trust in her. Bianca knew that if she played it smart, she would go home alive, and that was her goal the entire time.
    Red did not talk much. He also did not bother her much either. The entire time, it was as if he was lost in his own thoughts. Bianca took it for what it was, and appreciated the fact that her abductor did not harm her.
    Bianca explained how they traveled back and forth along the path, how they came to this clapboard house twice, and how they camped out in a place that she thought she had been familiar with.
    "It was a trip that my father and I took once. I am almost certain that I passed by there before. At least I felt like it was familiar."
    "So you are saying that he did not harm you?" Beau questioned.
    "Except for whatever that was he used to render her unconscious," Scout added.
    "Yes. I am saying that I am fine. After making camp, I actually did the fishing and we sat to eat."
     Scout bolted out of his seat. "You speak of this man as if you became friends with him."
    "Brother, calm down."
    "I can not calm down! It is as if you have developed a sweet spot for the man. I do not understand what is going on here with you." Scout held his head in his hands.
    Bianca rushed to his side, trying her best to make him understand.
    "I do not have a sweet spot for him. I, more than any of you, understand the circumstances here. But I have to have the tiniest bit of respect for the only person to ever share any information about my mother with me."
    Bianca was standing by now as well, and in protest, she stamped her foot on the ground.
    Scout regarded what she was saying.
    "You, my brother, your parents may not be together in a conventional way, but you have grown up with both of them in your life. Me on the other hand, I did not have my mother to guide me and to nurture me through what it is like to be a young woman. I only had my father."
    "But you had my mother as well. She was always willing to be there for you."
    "Brother, I tell you that it was not the same. But I know you do not understand that. You do not know what it is like to always wonder what your mother's laugh sounded like, or what it would be like for her to scold you for taking too many cakes before dinner. I do not know what it is like to share secrets with my mother and confide in her about falling in love. And while your mother was there for me, it is just not the same."
    The pain on Scout's face would be unforgettable. Bianca did not know how else to make him understand how she felt, so she decided to leave well enough alone.
    "We had gone to a small town, and Red stopped at the telegram office. He came back the next day, and threw a huge bag in the back of the wagon. I dared not touch it. Red admitted that he asked for ransom, and I knew from that point that he would get his money because Father would rather give in to a ransom than see me unsafe. After we returned here to this house, he asked me if he could trust me to stay here if he left for a while. I told him he could, and he was off."
    "So you are saying that Red did no real harm to you?" Beau asked again.
    Bianca shook her head. "No. Nothing. Like I said, he told me stories about my mother, and I could tell that he was in love with her. So very in love. I knew that he would not harm me."
    "That was a strong faith that he would not harm you. You did not really know for sure that he would not. After all, didn't you say that he was using something that was making you go to sleep and you did not know what it was?" Boyd wanted Bianca to see that, although it seemed that Red Davies had some sort of redeeming