Bluebonnet Belle
Lori Copeland
Mills & Boon Silhouette
Trouble in TexasA battle of wills was raging in the Lone Star State in 1876. April Truitt didn't trust doctors, least of all handsome newcomer Gray Fuller, who opposed her efforts to offer the women of Dignity, Texas, an herbal alternative to surgery. He treated her like some quack, but April was determined to save other women from dying on the operating table, like her mother did.Gray couldn't help admiring April's spirit and good intentions. Yet he couldn't let this bluebonnet belle steal all his patients…even if she was on her way to stealing his heart.
Bluebonnet Belle
Lori Copeland
Refreshed version of
ANGEL FACE AND AMAZING GRACE,
newly revised by author.
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To my lovely high-spirited granddaughter,
Audrey Lauren, who will be every bit as feisty,
charming, ornery, and give some lucky man a merry
chase before she enters the ranks of matrimony.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Prologue
Show me a man who suffers the monthly miseries, and I’ll show you a man bent on finding relief.
Women should show the same gumption when it comes to female complaints. And since April Truitt believed so strongly in her philosophy, she’d made up her mind to do something about it.
Anxiously fingering the printed envelope, she glanced around the general store. It was busy this morning. Faith Lawson was buying fruit jars to put up the remainder of her vegetable garden. Lilly Mason was counting out eggs, the amount to be credited to her account. Lilly had dark circles under her eyes this morning. Poor Lilly suffered unnecessarily.
If only the women of Dignity would listen to Lydia Pinkham, their woes would be over!
Mail the letter, April! Mail it!
Edging the envelope closer to the mail slot, April eyed Ellen Winters, the town postmistress. The silver-haired, robust sixty-year-old was busy sorting mail, glancing up occasionally with a smile.
“Nice morning, isn’t it?”
“Beautiful.”
“I’m always happy to see the heat of August give way to September.”
Nodding, April took a deep breath, shoving the letter into the slot. The missive disappeared into the empty receptacle with a soft whoosh.
Elly glanced up. “Sending off for another catalog, dear?”
Pretending she hadn’t heard her, April hurried out the front door, closing it firmly behind her. Exhaling a deep breath, she started down the walk at a fast pace.