The sheriff of Pine Falls, Nebraska, has his hands full.
When Ernie Rucker passed away, he left his house and money to the town. It was put into a trust in the sheriff’s name with the specification that it be spent to benefit the community.
The men in Pine Falls and surrounding area far outnumbered the women. When the sheriff learned the plight of eight desperate young ladies back east with nowhere to live, it caught his attention. He could bring the ladies to Pine Falls.
It seemed like a perfect match, but once he set the wheels in motion, nothing seemed to go as planned.
WARNING: The Town’s Inheritance is a sweet romance set in the late 1800s that includes elements of domestic discipline. If the spanking of adult women upsets you, please do not purchase this book.
Cecelia’s head snapped up at Dawson’s words. “It can what?”
“A lie or a fib can easily earn a lady a warm bottom.” He wasn’t sure if the look on her face was from shock or confusion, and he didn’t want there to be any confusion about it. “I told you a man out here does whatever he needs to do to keep his lady safe, and a spanking is generally very effective.”
She studied his face carefully. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“I’m very serious.”
“But that’s ridiculous. The men out here hurt their ladies and say it’s keeping them safe?”
“A spanking only hurts a lady’s bottom, and it’s only temporary. Falling from a horse could hurt much more than that, and not just temporarily.”
She was quiet, and he gave her time to digest what he’d just told her. Finally, she shook her head and slowly looked up at him. “That plain doesn’t seem right, and I’m not sure I could abide by it.”
“Then always be totally honest with me,” he said casually. “I can’t allow a lady I care deeply about to be less than honest with me and possibly lead to her being hurt. Besides, I see that as being misleading, and misleading people is not something I will allow.”
“You’ve never misled anyone?” she challenged.
“I’m sure I have, but not intentionally. There’s a difference, and I’m sure you would agree. You’re a good lady, which is why I’m finding your response a bit of a surprise. You seem extremely upset about this possibility, which makes me wonder, do you routinely withhold a portion of the truth from people, or tell little fibs? Is that what you’re worried about?”
She fidgeted a bit before answering. “I didn’t think so, but I have to admit you’re right in this instance. I never thought of it being misleading, but if I let people think Goldie made the dress, that’s assuming she made all of it, and that’s not the case. So now I have to wonder how many other times I may have done that. Thinking I was helping someone, I may have misled others, and I feel bad about it now.”
He could tell she was upset, and reached over and gently took her hand in his, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb. “Now that you’ve thought about it I’m sure you’ll change your ways. But I think we need to talk about this more because like I said, I don’t normally mislead people. Apparently the idea of a man using spanking as one way of keeping a lady he cares about safe is new to you, but I feel I should tell you, it’s not that uncommon here. I’m sure not every man does it, but a good number of them I’m sure do.”