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Ma Quinter is at it again—using the double barrels of her shotgun to force some unsuspecting female to marry one of her boys. This time it's Skeeter and the young, pregnant girl he hauled home.
Escaping from her abuser, Lila Scott, crawls through a tunnel, and ends up in 1882. Even though her rescuer is the most wonderful man she's ever met, she must hold true to her mission of returning to the future where she can have her baby with modern medical care.
With the help of some rotgut whiskey and a few peyote buttons, Steven Quinter, aka Skeeter, participated in Buffalo Killer's ghost dance. When he wakes up there’s an adorable redhead staring down at him. Not knowing what else to do, he takes the girl home to his mother, but when Ma Quinter realizes the young girl is pregnant, another shotgun wedding takes place.
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Excerpt:
"Now, what's going on here?"
"These here two are gonna have a baby," Stephanie said, pointing to her and Skeeter. "And no grandchild of mine is gonna be born a bastard."
The skin on Lila's cheeks prickled with heat, and she wished with all her might she could just disappear. Skeeter started shouting. The rag over his mouth billowed and rough mumbles filled the room. The ropes binding him strained against his trouncing and his chair legs bounced a time or two.
"Is that true, Skeeter?" Kid asked angrily.
Skeeter started to mumble at the same time she jumped to his defense. Fighting the gag, as well as the thick rope wound around her, Lila tried to say none of it was Skeeter's doing, but between the rag and Skeeter's loud sounds, no one could understand her.
Kid held up one hand. "A simple yes or no is all I need."
"It's not his baby," Lila said against the cloth, shaking her head.
The older brother frowned, clearly not understanding what she'd said, and then glanced to Skeeter.
He mumbled beside her, long and loud the whole time gesturing with his head. Tails of the billowing white bow tied against his forehead fluttered and fell over his eyes. He flipped it aside, and Lila grimaced, afraid his wound would start bleeding again at his thrashing.
"Just nod your head," Kid said, staring at Skeeter. "Yes, she's going to have a baby? Or no, she's not?"
Simultaneously, she and Skeeter nodded their heads.
