MISTLETOE MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE When Jake Bridges suddenly finds himself the guardian of his orphaned niece, he knows he needs a wife. What does a stock tender at a pony express station know about raising little girls? A marriage of convenience to the child's caretaker is the most practical solution. A mail-order marriage seems like Leah Hollister's last chance to know the simple joys of family life. But then she receives word that her would-be groom is dead. Now Jake proposes she marry him. She knows love isn't necessary. Yet the more she learns of sweet Molly's kindhearted uncle, the more she dreams of a true partnership with the man who has unexpectedly captured her heart. Rhonda Gibson lives in New Mexico with her husband James. She has two children and four beautiful grandchildren. Reading is something she has enjoyed her whole life and writing stemmed from that love. When she isn’t writing or reading, she enjoys gardening, beading and playing with her dog, Sheba. You can visit her at www.rhondagibson.net . Rhonda hopes her writing will entertain, encourage and bring others closer to God. South Platte, Colorado Winter I860 Rider! Coming in fast!" Leah Hollister didn't have time to worry about her luggage tossed carelessly to the ground by the stagecoach driver, or the fact that the coach's rapid exit had drenched her feet in wet, cold snow. She heard horse's hooves pounding the ground, bearing down on her and the four-year-old child whose hand she gripped tightly within her own. "Move, lady!" Panic filled the male voice that called out. Leah scooped up the little girl and fled across the icy snow toward the porch of the large log cabin closest to her. Reaching it, she turned in time to see a young man on a horse speed past, leaping over her luggage with ease and heading toward a barn that was located on the far side of the house. Aware of the danger she'd just escaped, Leah's hands started to shake. Two men were in front of the barn. One of them sat on a compact, sorrel-colored horse. The other man stood off to the side, watching the transfer between the riders, just as Leah was doing. The first rider handed a flat leather saddle bag to a man astride a mustang. As soon as the second rider had the bag, he laid low over his horse's neck and was gone almost as fast as the first young man had ridden in. Leah stared after the rider until he could no longer be seen. She shivered as a blast of icy wind hit her uncovered face. Where was he going in such a hurry? Her gaze moved back to the barn and stable. The two other men had disappeared, presumably inside. Molly buried her face in Leah's neck and shivered. She tried to burrow her slight body closer. One small gloved hand tangled in the opening of Leah's coat, allowing more cold air in, while the other clung to her worn rag doll. Taking a deep breath, Leah walked back to their luggage, which still sat in the middle of the yard. Her tired brain tried to register what had just happened. Why had those riders been in such a hurry? What was in that bag that was so important? She'd never seen anything like it, but then, she hadn't seen much of life outside of an orphanage. Even the stagecoach ride had been exciting to a girl who'd been so completely sheltered. It dawned on her that perhaps the stage stop was also a pony express stop as well. Her body trembled from cold as well as fright as she set Molly down and reached for the closest bag. The child's feet went in different directions on the slick, packed snow and Leah grabbed for her, helping her to stand upright again. "You're okay," she comforted, but to her dismay, her voice wavered. Leah swallowed hard then leaned forward, determined to get her luggage and move them inside, out of the cold and out of danger's way. As she reached for the handle, her weight shifted and she did a little dance trying to regain her balance, but she couldn't stop the movement of her feet or the slickness of the ice underneath them. Leah's boots slipped out from under her and she fell, face forward, into her suitcases. She groaned. This day had just gone from bad to worse. Tiredness lay on her shoulders like a mountain of snow on a small hilltop. A man extended a hand to help her up. "Are you all right?" "I'm fine." Leah pretended not to see his outstretched hand and used the nearest bag to push herself up from the ground. The toe of her boot caught in the hem of her dress. She groaned as she heard the tearing of fabric. Working to untangle her foot with as much dignity as she could muster, Leah pushed herself upright once more and dusted the snow from the front of her dark green traveling dress. "I believe so." She felt Molly's hand bunch up in her skirts. The sharp voice softened as he offered, "Here, let me help you carry these inside the station." For the first time, Leah looked at the owner of the deep voice. He scooped up two of the larger bags and stood tall before her. She estimated him to be abou