Duron

Description

As his horse reached the crest of the hill just before his home, Beaumont pulled him to a stop, wiping the sweat from his brow with his forearm. He was filthy and nothing he did could get the stench of the smoky train exhaust from his nostrils. But his contract with Central Pacific Rail was finished, at least for three months, and Beaumont was looking forward to spending some serious time with his wife and children.  

Eugenie. Beaumont smiled as he looked down at the homestead they had built together, nestled in the valley below. The house was sturdy. Solid. Just like their marriage. Beaumont wasn’t sure who he had to thank for the way Eugenie came into his life, but he was forever grateful.  

Eugenie had taken his animal spirit in her stride, even though her own father preached against the perils of ‘demons’ who walked in men’s clothing. She had said nothing about it, raised to be a decent woman in all things. She’d simply packed her bags when Beaumont proposed marriage and hitched her wagon to Beaumont’s life. In the years that followed, she’d blessed him with two sons and a daughter, turning their house into a true home.