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CHAPTER ONE 
May 1, 1896
My Dearest Lucille: The restaurant building (formerly the Pie Shoppe) is everything I’d hoped it would be and more. I finally found out why nobody here in Emancipation bought it, and why it was advertised as far away as Missouri. It seems the previous owner had a habit of poisoning the patrons she didn’t like! Needless to say, Charlie’s Bakery will not be featuring pies on the menu. I expect to be open for business in less than two weeks, which brings me to the point of this letter. It pains me more than mere words can express to have to tell you that someone new has come into my life. Despite my deep feelings for you, I have fallen utterly and completely in love with a charming young woman, and we’ll soon be married. I realize you expected to join me here in Wyoming for our own wedding, but alas, fate has decided otherwise. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you, but I’m sure a wonderful, caring person like yourself won’t be lacking for male companionship for long! Please feel free to return the train ticket I sent you, and understand that you’re welcome to keep the refund. I wish you a long and happy life. With a fondness that lingers, Charlie. Of course, Charlie White had no way of knowing that the train carrying his letter had been set upon by outlaws, or that in their zeal, they had not only planted enough dynamite to blow the door off of the mail car, but had blown the contents to smithereens. Instead he was blissfully unaware of anything except his own desires. Namely, perfecting his trademark recipe, Hot Cross Buns, gazing upon the comely features of new fiancé, Cherry Barkdoll, and creating a truly unique and dramatic wedding cake for his upcoming nuptials. |
