Cody's Montana Sweetheart: A New Montana Brides Ebook (The New Montana Brides) by Susan Leigh Carlton
Authors: Susan Leigh Carlton
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chapter one
A Young Love
Dayton, Ohio, August 1854…
Cody Thompson fell in love on Saturday, August 5, 1854. It was also the first time he ever saw Bethany Simms.
It was a day easily remembered since it happened four days after his twelfth birthday. His father had allowed him to come along on the weekly trip to the mercantile. He had also given him a dime to spend any way he liked.
With the money burning a hole in his overalls pocket, he leaped from the wagon and ran to the entrance of the store. In his haste, he did not see the girl wearing a blue polka dot dress, coming out of the store. He ran headlong into her, and both fell to the floor, with Cody landing on top.
He lay there, looking into the bluest eyes, he had ever seen. Her long blond hair fanned out, she blinked those incredible blue eyes and said, “Would you get off me, please?”
He scrambled to get up, and fell again. On top of her. Again. His father had made his way to the entrance. “Cody what are you doing?”
“I tripped, Papa,” he said,
“Well, get up and apologize to the young lady,” his father said.
Cody stood, and looked down at his feet, “I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay,” she said. “It didn’t hurt. My name’s Bethany Simms, what’s yours?”
“Uh… uh… It’s Cody Leroy Thompson.”
“I’m eleven years old. How old are you, Cody?” she asked.
He straightened to his full height, and said, I’m twelve.”
“Bethany, come along, your papa is waiting,” said her mother, who had just emerged from the store, followed by another girl, with long dark wavy hair. She obviously was Bethany’s older sister, and looked to be the same age as Cody.
When the Thompson family arrived at the church on Sunday, the only person Cody saw was Bethany. She came up to him and asked, “Why don’t you sit with me, Cody?”
“Okay,” he said.
It was the custom of the church to have an all-day service with dinner on the grounds, on the first Sunday of each month. Tables had been set up in the shade of the grove of black cottonwood trees in back of the church. They were laden with food brought by the members.
When the services broke for lunch, Bethany took Cody’s hand, and led him to one of the tables. “You are going to eat with me,” she said.
“Okay,” he said and allowed himself to be led to the end of the line waiting to select their food. When it came their turn, each took a plate and selected their food.
“Cody, my plate is heavy. Would you carry it for me please? I’ll carry the forks and knives,” Bethany said.
“Okay,” he said.
“Don’t you know any other words besides okay?” she asked.
“I know lots of words,” he said indignantly.
When they were seated, she asked, “Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No, I don’t have a girl,” he answered.
“”Then I’ll be your girlfriend,” she said.
As they ate, Bethany chattered away, asking where he lived, did he go to school, and a myriad of other things. “Do you have any brothers or sisters?” she asked.
His mouth was full of food, so he nodded his head.
When he swallowed, he said, “I have a little sister.”
“I have a big sister,” Bethany said. “Her name is Annabel. What’s your sister’s name?”
“Mary,” he answered.
A routine was established. Cody would sit with Bethany, and would eat with her at the all-day services and the church socials.
The pair began sneaking away from the crowd at the picnic, and walked along a path beside the Great Miami River. They found a small glen close to the path, with a view of the river. It became their favorite spot. On a cool autumn day in October, they were sitting in their spot when Bethany asked, “Have you ever kissed a girl?”\
His cheeks flaming, he croaked, “No.”
“Would you like to kiss me?” she asked.
“I guess,” he said.
“Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she pouted.
“I want to,” he said quickly.
She closed her eyes. “Okay, you can
A Young Love
Dayton, Ohio, August 1854…
Cody Thompson fell in love on Saturday, August 5, 1854. It was also the first time he ever saw Bethany Simms.
It was a day easily remembered since it happened four days after his twelfth birthday. His father had allowed him to come along on the weekly trip to the mercantile. He had also given him a dime to spend any way he liked.
With the money burning a hole in his overalls pocket, he leaped from the wagon and ran to the entrance of the store. In his haste, he did not see the girl wearing a blue polka dot dress, coming out of the store. He ran headlong into her, and both fell to the floor, with Cody landing on top.
He lay there, looking into the bluest eyes, he had ever seen. Her long blond hair fanned out, she blinked those incredible blue eyes and said, “Would you get off me, please?”
He scrambled to get up, and fell again. On top of her. Again. His father had made his way to the entrance. “Cody what are you doing?”
“I tripped, Papa,” he said,
“Well, get up and apologize to the young lady,” his father said.
Cody stood, and looked down at his feet, “I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay,” she said. “It didn’t hurt. My name’s Bethany Simms, what’s yours?”
“Uh… uh… It’s Cody Leroy Thompson.”
“I’m eleven years old. How old are you, Cody?” she asked.
He straightened to his full height, and said, I’m twelve.”
“Bethany, come along, your papa is waiting,” said her mother, who had just emerged from the store, followed by another girl, with long dark wavy hair. She obviously was Bethany’s older sister, and looked to be the same age as Cody.
When the Thompson family arrived at the church on Sunday, the only person Cody saw was Bethany. She came up to him and asked, “Why don’t you sit with me, Cody?”
“Okay,” he said.
It was the custom of the church to have an all-day service with dinner on the grounds, on the first Sunday of each month. Tables had been set up in the shade of the grove of black cottonwood trees in back of the church. They were laden with food brought by the members.
When the services broke for lunch, Bethany took Cody’s hand, and led him to one of the tables. “You are going to eat with me,” she said.
“Okay,” he said and allowed himself to be led to the end of the line waiting to select their food. When it came their turn, each took a plate and selected their food.
“Cody, my plate is heavy. Would you carry it for me please? I’ll carry the forks and knives,” Bethany said.
“Okay,” he said.
“Don’t you know any other words besides okay?” she asked.
“I know lots of words,” he said indignantly.
When they were seated, she asked, “Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No, I don’t have a girl,” he answered.
“”Then I’ll be your girlfriend,” she said.
As they ate, Bethany chattered away, asking where he lived, did he go to school, and a myriad of other things. “Do you have any brothers or sisters?” she asked.
His mouth was full of food, so he nodded his head.
When he swallowed, he said, “I have a little sister.”
“I have a big sister,” Bethany said. “Her name is Annabel. What’s your sister’s name?”
“Mary,” he answered.
A routine was established. Cody would sit with Bethany, and would eat with her at the all-day services and the church socials.
The pair began sneaking away from the crowd at the picnic, and walked along a path beside the Great Miami River. They found a small glen close to the path, with a view of the river. It became their favorite spot. On a cool autumn day in October, they were sitting in their spot when Bethany asked, “Have you ever kissed a girl?”\
His cheeks flaming, he croaked, “No.”
“Would you like to kiss me?” she asked.
“I guess,” he said.
“Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she pouted.
“I want to,” he said quickly.
She closed her eyes. “Okay, you can
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