Rachel is one fine lookin' woman. The Good Lord blessed her in all the right places. Her glorious red hair, luscious lips, ample bosom, swaying hips, and slender legs, make a man all flushed, weak in the knees, and ready for lovin' with just one look. A woman like her has no business sloppin' meals for a bunch of misfit riders and grizzled stationmaster. She should be sittin' in a fancy house with servants to feed her, men to court her, and other women to envy her.
I know I'm goin' to have a hard time thinkin' about her as just a housekeeper. Her many charms has set fire to my desires, and I'm not too sure I can rein them in. I know I never thought about Emma this way. Emma is every bit as pretty as Rachel, but from the moment I first met her, I automatically thought of her as a mother figure. Maybe it was because I was missin' my own Mama somethin' fierce around the time I showed up in Sweetwater.