Victoria Bylin – The Bounty Hunter's Bride (страница 10)

Beau had taken a train to Laramie. He’d arrived in time for a trial that didn’t include Johnson. In exchange for prison in place of the gallows, one of Clay’s cohorts had told the authorities where to find him. Beau had ridden out that day, but Clay had already vanished into the mountains.

With the memory haunting him, Beau raised his head out of the water and wiped his face. He’d been so close. A day sooner and his search would have ended. Instead, Clay had gotten word of Beau’s presence and left him a message at the local saloon.

It should have been you, Sheriff. You know it. Leave me alone.

Beau had that note in his saddlebag. He had other things, too. A bullet etched with an M for Morgan, presumably from Johnson’s gun belt. Other notes. Other tokens. Every time Beau got close, the outlaw taunted him but didn’t stand and fight.

Beau wondered why.

What stopped Johnson from setting up an ambush? For five years, Beau had slept with one eye open and for good reason. In a game of cat and mouse, no man liked being the mouse. Someday Johnson would be sick of the chase and become the cat. The man would show himself and Beau would be ready. Dunking back into the scalding water, he hoped that day would come soon.

Chapter Four

“How do you know our uncle?” Ellie asked.

Dani and the girls were sitting in Adie Blue’s kitchen. After insisting Dani call her by her given name, the pastor’s wife had given the girls snickerdoodles and made Dani a cup of hot tea, lacing it with enough sugar to stop her hands from shaking.

With the girls staring at her, Adie sat down with a cup of her own. “Pastor Josh and I know your uncle from Denver. He used to be a sheriff.”

“Where’s his badge?” Ellie asked.

Adie paused. “I don’t know. Maybe he left it in Denver.”

“Why?” Emma hadn’t touched her cookie. Of the three girls, she was most aware of their uncertain future and needed reassurance for herself and her sisters.

Dani wanted answers, too. And not just from Adie. Why had God filled her heart with love for Patrick and snatched him away? Even more troublesome, why had He left three little girls in the care of a dangerous man? Dani watched as Adie stirred her tea in slow circles, as if this were an ordinary day. But it wasn’t ordinary. Each plink of the spoon sent tremors down Dani’s spine.

Adie finally set her spoon in the saucer and looked at Emma. “Your Uncle Beau was married to a woman named Lucy. Something bad happened and he didn’t want to be a sheriff anymore.”

A wife…Dani didn’t know what to think. Beau Morgan had loved a woman and been loved in return. She didn’t want to feel his pain but she did.

Ellie’s eyes filled with concern. “What happened?”

“It’s hard to talk about, sweetie.”

Emma glared at the pastor’s wife. “As hard as losing Pa?”

“I’m afraid so.”

Adie’s eyes had the fragility of etched glass. Whatever Beau Morgan had suffered, it had been tragic, maybe violent. The girls needed to feel safe, so Dani stepped in. “I hear you have kittens,” she said to Adie.

“I sure do.”

Esther jumped up. Cookie crumbs bounced on the table.

“I want to see them!”

Ellie caught the excitement. “Is Stephen home?”

Adie glanced at Dani to explain. “Stephen’s our son. He and Ellie are the same age.”

“We’re best friends,” Ellie added.

Dani almost smiled. It figured Ellie the tomboy would be friends with the pastor’s son.

Adie looked at Ellie. “Stephen’s staying at Jake Roddy’s house until Sunday.”

“Oh.”

“But you can still play with the kittens,” Adie said.

“They’re in the stable.”

Esther ran for the door.

Adie looked at Emma. “I need to speak to Miss Dani. Would you take your sisters to the stable?”

Emma scowled. “But—”

“I know, sweetie.” Adie motioned for Emma to lean closer.

“You’re old enough to know the facts, but Esther isn’t. We need your help.”

“Will you tell me later?” Emma asked.

Dani nodded. “I promise.”

The girls left through the back door. Adie went to the stove where she lifted an enamel kettle and refilled their cups.

“I wish Josh were here.”

“Where is he?” Dani asked.

“Looking for you. He must have missed your train.”

Dani squared her shoulders. “I’m glad he did. It gave me a chance to meet Mr. Morgan.”

“That’s not the real Beau.” Adie put down the kettle. “Let’s sit on the porch. I’ll tell you his story, but I need to see the sky when I do.”

“Why?”

“To remember that Lucy’s in Heaven. Considering how she died, it’s the only comfort we have.” With her cup and saucer in hand, Adie led the way to the porch and indicated the hodgepodge of chairs. “Take the rocker. It’s soothing.”

Balancing her teacup, Dani dropped onto the chair and instantly felt the cradlelike rocking. It matched the beat of her heart, calming her thoughts as the hot tea had settled her nerves. Adie said nothing as a man in a black preacher’s coat rode into the yard on a dapple gray.

“That’s Josh.” She set her cup on the table, then went down the stairs to meet him.

At the sight of his wife, Reverend Blue’s face turned from stone to living flesh. He slid out of the saddle, slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her into a gentle hug. After lowering his chin, he whispered something in her ear. Dani ached with envy. A husband…A partner and friend. Marriage meant starting a family. It meant belonging to a person and making a home. Dani had lived in Walker County her entire life, but she’d never fitted in. She’d felt that oneness with Patrick and now he was gone.

Why, Lord?

It was a question for Reverend Blue, but the man looked nothing like the minister Dani had expected. When she dreamed of the wedding, she’d pictured him as a twin of her pastor in Wisconsin, an elderly man with kind eyes. Pastor Schmidt had called Jesus the Lamb of God. He’d taught his flock to turn the other cheek.

Reverend Blue had a mane of dark hair, hawkish eyes and a chin that looked as if it could take a punch. For a good cause, Dani suspected he’d welcome it. Would he find her cause worthy? The Blues considered Beau a friend, but they didn’t know about the pistols on the porch or the secrecy in town. Dani had to convince them to help her keep the girls.

Reverend Blue guided his wife up the stairs. As Adie sat, he took off his hat and faced Dani. “I’m sorry about Patrick, Miss Baxter. It had to be a shock.”

“Yes.” Her throat closed.

He dropped into the chair on her right and turned it so they were seated at an angle. “Whatever you need, Adie and I will help. Train fare—”

“I’m not leaving.” Dani had to make her case and she had to do it now. “I want to adopt the girls.”

The Reverend’s eyes stayed kind, but he lowered his chin. “I don’t think—”

“I have to!” Dani’s voice trembled. “I promised Patrick.”

The Reverend traded a look with his wife. They had an entire conversation without saying a word. Jealousy raged in Dani’s middle. She was mad at everyone right now—the Reverend, Adie, Beau Morgan, Patrick for leaving her, and especially God.

Adie spoke to her husband in a murmur. “I saw Beau.”

“How is he?” The Reverend sounded grim.

“He looks terrible,” Adie replied.

Dani jumped in. “The girls are terrified of him. Frankly, so am I.”

“Of Beau?” The Reverend sounded incredulous.