She’d only been able to catch glimpses of the scenery as they’d traveled through the Cimarron River Canyon, but when Eliza stepped down from the Moreno Valley stagecoach, she saw that she was now truly in the mountains. She breathed a sigh of relief.
“Mademoiselle? May I assist you?” There was a Continental lilt to the man’s voice.
She smiled at him gratefully. “I am looking for Mr. Henri Lambert,” she said. “He is married to my good friend Mary.”
“You must be Miss Dawkins!” the man said. “I am Henri Lambert. Mollie will be so pleased that you have arrived. Welcome to Elizabethtown, New Mexico Territory!”
He said it with such pride, she thought with amusement. As if he’d built the place himself. She examined the street and its people as she followed him and her trunk. Etown was a ramshackle, bustling kind of gold-mining town. She liked it.
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