No Mail-Order Bride Lasted One Week with the Mountain Man… Until the Obese One Refused to Leave

Chapter 2

The first week was a war of attrition.

Elias Cutter was not a man of words. He was a man of motion—rising before dawn, shouldering his rifle, disappearing into the timberline. He returned with bloodied game slung over his shoulders, grunted at whatever Clara had cooked, and found something wrong with it.

“The fire’s too low.” “You split the logs too short.” “You put the stew on too early.”

No matter what she did, he had a criticism.

Clara would slam down the spoon, plant her fists on her wide hips, and glare at him across the cabin. “You know, for a man who lives alone, you sure do complain a lot. If I’m so useless, maybe you ought to cook your own supper.”