Even though this story is mostly set in the London countryside in the early 1800's, I feel it has a touch of the American west in it.
He moved his head sideways, but his eyes remained on her. He stated, ‘You’re kidnapping yourself for the money?’
He saw the prim set of her shoulders. The clothing she wore, too much warmth for the weather, hadn’t been cobbled together by a person saving on expense. The ridiculous lace around the edge of her cloak and her ribbons didn’t come without a price.
‘Yes. It’s only a pittance of what I should have. My stepfather’s taken it all.’
‘You believe he’ll pay the ransom?’ He was more than curious. He was interested.
‘Yes. He wants me to marry his nephew, Fillmore.’ She leaned closer. ‘My stepfather does just as his nephew says. They are closer than a father and a son.’ She waved her gloved hand.
She shook her head. ‘Fillmore believes I should be his bride. I cannot take a step when he is in the house without watching for him and he is getting more and more determined every day. Rooms are being painted for him and furniture reupholstered. When that is finished next month, he is planning to move into the house—as my husband. I must be gone before then.’
He eyed the chit. ‘All I need to do is kidnap you—but you will be willingly kidnapped. Secure the ransom. Take my half and we part friends."