Calico Christmas at Dry Creek. Janet Tronstad

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СКАЧАТЬ was still in love with her husband. Well, it was probably better that way. All he really needed was someone for the girls. “I’m not asking for myself. It’s for the baby.”

      “I don’t need to marry you to help with the baby. Of course I’ll help with the baby.”

      Jake nodded. That was something. “I can’t keep the girls here at the fort all winter, though. We have to go back to my place and folks won’t understand us living under the same roof and not being married.”

      Jake didn’t add that the girls wouldn’t be welcome at the fort. The only Indians at the fort were the Crow scouts and the Sioux who were here against their will. The girls would be treated like captives and he couldn’t do that to them. They would have a hard time gaining acceptance with civilians; but they would have no hope of finding it among the soldiers and their families. The girls’ tribe had fought General Custer and his men. No army man would forget that defeat soon.

      “I could take my tent with me,” Elizabeth said.

      “You would need to be with the baby at night. The baby can’t sleep in your tent when it gets colder.” He wondered if the woman had any idea what winters were like here.

      Elizabeth nodded. “Still, we don’t need to get married.”

      “The people of Miles City will see it differently.”

      “I don’t care about gossip.”

      “Neither do I, but Spotted Fawn needs to go to school.”

      “Ah.” Elizabeth nodded.

      She still didn’t look convinced. And she was looking at him as though there was something lacking in him.

      Jake had known a woman from back East would have a hard time with the land out here. But he’d never quite considered that she might have an even harder time with him. He’d changed out of his buckskins, but he knew he didn’t look like what an Eastern woman would expect in a husband. Well, he decided, it was best she know the truth about him.

      Jake wasn’t the man his mother had hoped he would grow up to be. He didn’t much care for big cities. Or small ones, either. He was wearing wool now, but he preferred buckskin. Still, he was a fair-minded man and he didn’t expect more in a bargain than someone should have to give. “It can just be a piece of paper between us. All I need is someone for the baby.”

      She was silent.

      “My girls, they’re good girls.”

      “Oh, I’m sure they are.”

      Jake could see he wasn’t making progress. Her eyes still seemed drawn to that grave, as if she was afraid the ones who were dead and under the ground could hear what she was saying and would rise up to accuse her of disloyalty.

      “It wouldn’t need to be a real marriage,” Jake made his words even clearer. “You’ll be able to get it annulled in the spring if you want.”

      He’d do whatever she wanted in that regard.

      Elizabeth just stood there looking sad. “I just buried my husband. I don’t need another one.”

      As a boy, Jake had watched his father trading pelts. Everyone, no matter their tribe, had something they wanted. A good trader just watched until he figured out what that was. It didn’t take long to figure out what Elizabeth really wanted.

      “I can make you a marker for that grave if you agree to help me. We can get a good-sized piece of granite sent down from Fort Benton. It’ll last forever.”

      Elizabeth was looking at him now.

      “I’m a pretty good carver. I’ll set their names on it and anything else you want to say. There won’t be a fancier headstone in the whole territory.” It was the best he could do.

      “Oh.” Elizabeth breathed out. “Matthew would like that, but—”

      “And an angel. I could carve an angel on the corner of it for your daughter.”

      Jake hadn’t carved anything but letters on his mother’s stone. But he whittled some in the evenings and he’d carved shapes of most of the animals around here. He could do an angel.

      Elizabeth just stood there, blinking.

      “Don’t cry,” Jake said.

      “I never cry,” Elizabeth whispered and then took a deep breath. “You have yourself a deal.”

      Now it was Jake’s turn to be surprised into silence.

      “You can’t marry him,” one of the soldiers in line protested. “I haven’t had a chance to read you my poetry. I wrote a poem for you and everything.”

      Elizabeth turned to the soldiers in line and squared her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I haven’t thanked any of you properly. You’ve paid me a great compliment. I’m honored, of course. Could I give you each a jar of sweet pickles? I canned them myself.”

      “Well, that’d be nice of you,” the soldier who had removed his hat said. “I haven’t had anything like that since I was back home.”

      Jake helped Elizabeth hand out four jars of pickles.

      After the soldiers left the campsite, Elizabeth turned to Jake. “This marriage—it’s only for the baby?”

      “I’ll bunk down in the lean-to and give the rest of the place to you and the girls.”

      Elizabeth nodded. “I gave Mr. Miller my oxen in exchange for his promise to bury me when the time comes so—well—I expect him to do what he said. Even if he has to come to your place and get me.”

      “You don’t need Mr. Miller now. You have me.”

      “Oh.” Elizabeth looked at him skeptically. “Are you a God-fearing man, Mr. Hargrove?”

      Jake was a little taken back. “Yes.”

      She still looked suspicious. “The God of the Bible?”

      Jake smiled. “Yes.”

      “Well, then…” She paused as though weighing his words. “Do you promise to dig the burying hole yourself?”

      “If that’s what you want.”

      “I don’t want any easy promises here. I know I can’t come back and make sure you’ve done that particular job properly so I’d be relying on your word. I want you to dig the hole yourself and do it with prayer in your heart.”

      “You’ve got my word.” Jake had seen peace pipes passed with less resolve than Elizabeth showed. “I’ll take care of you in good times and bad times. Dead or alive.”

      “When I go, I’ll want to be buried beside my baby.”

      “I’ll see to it. I’ll even leave room on the headstone for all three of you.”

      Elizabeth nodded. “Then I think we should ask for the oxen СКАЧАТЬ