Audiobook audition. A mail order bride is just being introduced to her future husband after a conflict.
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North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US Western)Transcript
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bunching his shoulders under his best coat. Jones. He clenched his fists before he took his first swing, and Marvin, a heavy hand, landed on his shoulder and swing him around. Now, face to face with the town Sheriff, Big Bart Swanson, Jonesy recoiled. Swanson glowered between Jonesy and Marvin. You boys are looking to spend some time in the sale. He rumbled, Marvin, I happen to know this lady come a long way to visit Jonesy, and she ain't some silly fill you can still take home with you. Now get on back to triple our or face a charge of trespassing. Trespassing? Marvin protested hotly. I'm on Public Street, Sheriff. You trust passing on my bad side. Now get out of here! Muttering under his breath, Marvin barely tipped his hat to the lady before stalking away. Swanson nodded to Jonesy before offering Jocelyn a small bow in a reassuring smile. Work in our little town, Miss, he said. You don't let these boys get to you. I'm Sheriff Bart Swanson, and Jones here told me he was coming, that there's anything in aid you tell me, Jocelyn smiled shyly up in him. Thank you, Sheriff Swanson also walked away, leaving Jonesy toe awkwardly, stare Jocelyn uncertain of what to do or say she was more lovely than he had expected. Petite, he thought her more emaciated, thin, slender. Yet she gazed at him with huge hazel eyes and her shy smile absolutely entranced him, Remembering his manners. At last, he doffed his hat and extended his hand. I'm Jonesy. Hello? She took his hand. I'm Johnson Baxter. It's a pleasure to meet you at last. Um, uh, really sorry. I wasn't there to meet stage, He told her, Embarrassed by his tardiness, and Marvin, he put his hat back on, wondering if she did think badly of him. If so, her pleasant expression didn't reveal it. You couldn't have known it would arrive early, Johnson replied, Her accent fascinating him. It actually left Denver two hours before scheduled. I almost missed it. I'm glad you didn't. Picking up her bags, Jonesy started walking down the street towards this wagon, awkward again, suddenly thinking of Jocelyn at the ranch with him while yet unmarried and worried that such would not be proper. I can sleep in the barn, he told her hastily. You take the cabin. Jocelyn paused flushing again. If it's all right with you, I'll stay at the local boarding house. If you have one, we do both. Relief and disappointment etched its way through him, and he set her baggage into the back of the wagon. I'll take you there. He assisted her up to the seat, liking the feel of her small hand in Hiss. It's a decent place, he added, climbing up beside her. The lady who runs it is very nice. Jocelyn turned her sweet smile on him again. I'm glad you're not offended, Jonesy. I thought, This way we get to know one another before we marry Out of mind at all, Jonesy answered, slapping the reins on the mules rump. It's a mighty good idea, except when he thought about it. The situation gave Marvin an opportunity to also court her Jonesy glance at her side. Long as the meal pulled the wagon at a walk down the street towards the two story boarding house, it stood at the end of the town, not far from the church. What do you think? Marvin? Jonesy chuckled at the small expression of discuss that crossed her features. Rude and uncouth, she replied. I didn't ask for his company and he wouldn't leave. He just asked me questions. I answer out of politeness. That's our Marvin, Jonesy commented dryly. Always horn and in where he ain't welcome I since you two have a history, Jocelyn said, her brows lifted. That would do. I expect Jones, he told her. There's always been bad blood between him and May. Now I'm not the one to start a fight, but I'll sure finish it. That sounds reasonable. I sure didn't intend for him to get mixed up with you. And I'm right. Sorry to have you involved in messin. Jonesy couldn't get enough of that lovely smile and wished it would never leave her face. It's quite all right, Jocelyn told him, resting her hand on his arm. My first hour in a wild West town. I have my first experience with men fighting over me. Jones. He laughed. Where the gals party is, you expect to be fighting off a few more Raining. The Mulan at the boarding house is hitching rail. Jonesy leapt to the ground and then quickly tied the reins to the post. He assisted Joscelin down and grabbed her bags from the wagon bed. I don't expect the place to be full up, he said, juggling the satchels by opening the door for her. I hope not. Mrs. Carter, the owner of the Boardinghouse, stood just inside with her hands folded across her stomach. She i Jocelyn with curiosity, but smiled and welcome. Hello, Jonesy, she said. Whose is ma'am? Jonesy set the bags down to remove his hat. This year's draws on Baxter from New York. She came west to be my bride. Mrs. Carter, Smile grew. Is Jocelyn blushed? While welcome, Miss Baxter, you could not have picked a NASA filled in our Jonesy, I imagine, was to stay here while you make your plans. Yes, ma'am, Jocelyn said, returning her smile. If you have room to spare, that is ask. Certainly do. You must be weary from your journey. Come along and I'll show it to you. Jonesy, Please carrier things