Saturday Snippet: You Sure You Ain't Fixin' to Condemn Her?

The following is from my third book in my Eastern Sierra Brides 1884 series, Her Independent Spirit.

“You sure you ain’t fixin’ to condemn her? What if one of them women from one of them brothels yonder was to show up here lookin’ for work, Gus? What if she ain’t goin’ to go sinnin’ no more? You reckon you’d still condemn her?”

Gus threw his hands in the air and rattled off a string of German too fast for Beth to follow. He turned to her and yelled. “The Arcade no brothel is. No upstairs girls!”

“So you’d up and condemn her? Reckon a passel of them men out there you dish vittles to go whoremongerin’ at them brothels most every week and I can’t recall you condemnin’ them. But if a woman who don’t want to do no more whorin’ was to come here, you’d get all uppity and condemn her?”

“Nein! Ich nicht condemn!” No! I don’t condemn! “Vork, herrisch Witwe!” Bossy widow. “No more stories. Make biscuits!”

Beth motioned Gus aside so she could slide a sheet of biscuits into the oven.

“That’s mighty fine, Gus, ‘cause I done found us another cook. What with all these here miners comin’ into Lundy, we’re slap-full busy. Friday I’ll start her learnin’ how things is done. She’ll be right smart help in the kitchen.”

Gus, his stubborn jaw jutting out, squinted his eyes with suspicion.

“Who? Vat voman?”

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