Western Christmas Proposals: Christmas Dance with the Rancher / Christmas in Salvation Falls / The Sheriff's Christmas Proposal. Carla Kelly

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      “Beg your pardon,” he said in mock contrition, but he moved over a little and she sat again. “Put your hands beside mine.”

      She wondered if she should tell him she had milked cows when she was a little girl. Her step pa had hit her when she didn’t do a good job, but Ned Avery didn’t need to know that.

      “You try it now,” he directed.

      She did as he said and he watched her. For one small moment, that same irrational fear came over her, but the ending was different this time.

      “You’ll do,” he said, and touched her shoulder. He returned to the other side of the barn and finished his chores. He carried the bucket of milk into the house when she finished and told her that his father wanted to see her.

      “Don’t look so worried,” he exclaimed.

      “My step pa used to beat me when I didn’t do chores the way he wanted,” she told him, embarrassed to admit it, but wanted him to understand her own fear.

      “That will never happen here,” he said quietly, then stopped so suddenly that the milk slopped over a little. “In fact, I know something about you that you probably don’t even realize.”

      “What could that possibly be?” she asked, half amused, half wary.

      “I’ve thought about this while I was riding fence,” he began, shaking his head. “Riding fence is so boring that my flights of fancy sometimes amaze me!” He turned serious then. “You’ve told me what you’ve been through at the hands of a very bad man.”

      Even when he said no more, she understood what Ned wanted. “Are you wondering why I agreed to work for you?”

      “I’m wondering more than a little. How did you know I wasn’t a bad man, too? You didn’t even know my name.”

      They stood there in the empty space between the barn and the house, no one else in sight, the sky dark, snow threatening. She did not know how he would feel about her answer, but it was the only one she had. “Something about you told me I could trust you,” Kate said finally. She thought some more. “You didn’t crowd me. You just stood there so respectful, your hat in your hand.”

      “Pa says I’m too serious. He says ladies want someone exciting.”

      Katie shook her head. “Not me! Something told me I could trust you.”

      He followed her into the kitchen, setting the milk into pans and covering it with a clean cloth. Tomorrow she would skim off the cream and add it to the cream of the day before. In another day she would churn it. She had found a small glass rose, stuck in that same cabinet with the calving rope, that she intended to press into the still soft butter to make a decoration.

      “I should have asked you before I promised Pete to Mr. Bradley,” she said.

      “Maybe, maybe not. Just thinking of that conversation embarrasses me,” he said. He sat down at the table and patted the chair beside him. “You notice how quick I was to say no, without even thinking?”

      “I noticed,” she told him, “but you make the decisions.”

      “No excuse for not considering something before I shut it down,” he said. He touched her hand lightly. “Thank you for not giving up on a good idea that I probably would have strangled at birth.”

      She couldn’t help but feel flattered. “Everyone is taking a chance with this idea.”

      “Glen Bradley will let me know if it’s not working,” he said. He gestured down the hall. “Pa wants to talk to you. Want me in there, too?”

      Pride nearly made her say no, but as Katie looked into his eyes, she saw the kindness there. “I do,” she whispered.

      Mr. Avery told her to take a seat and she did, pulling up the one chair in the room until it was closer to his bed. Ned stood behind her chair, his hands on the back of it.

      “Ned, I’m not going to scold her,” Mr. Avery said. “You can leave.”

      She was too embarrassed to look around, but heard Ned’s laugh as he backed out of the room. He didn’t go far, because she heard the rustle of his mattress in the next connecting room.

      “You did a good thing for Pete,” Mr. Avery told her. “None of us knew what to do, but you did.”

      “I got lucky,” she managed to say.

      “It’s more than that,” he contradicted. “You’re looking out for Pete, same as we are, but you’re looking at him from a different angle. Thank you.”

      “You’re welcome,” she said simply.

      He motioned her to lean closer. She did.

      “My other boy needs to find a wife,” he whispered. “He’s thirty-one. Got any good ideas for him?”

      Kate felt her face grow hot. “Surely he can find a wife by himself,” she whispered back.

      “He hasn’t so far,” Dan said. “Think about it and do what you can. I’m going to sleep now. Good night.”

      Laughing inside, despite her embarrassment, Kate stood up and went to the door. Dan called her back. “I’m getting a window tomorrow. You mentioned that to him, didn’t you?”

      “I did, Mr. Avery. When will he do it?”

      “As soon as he gets back from dropping off Pete.” Mr. Avery smiled at her, and her heart turned over. “’Cept for finding a wife, he’s a prompt fellow. Good night, now.”

Chapter Eleven

      Ned got Pete to town, gave him all sorts of admonition and advice that probably rolled right off his back, if the amused look Mrs. Bradley gave him was any indication.

      “We’ll watch out for Peter,” she said as they stood on the sidewalk. “You’ve been a good brother, but he’s growing up and needs duties of his own.”

      It always rolled around to duty, he thought, on the ride home, after purchasing a pane of glass at the lumberyard and anchoring it safely between two-by-fours. He’d had this conversation with himself before, especially during hard times. To his gratification, there wasn’t much sting to this duty. Pa wanted a window and he could install one. He’d have to ask Kate if he could borrow her room for Pa, because he doubted he had time to finish the window today, what with winter bringing darkness so much sooner.

      He could put Kate in his room and he could bundle up and sleep in Pa’s bed for the one night it might take him to finish the little project and caulk the new window against the bitter winter headed their way soon. Ned knew the doctor had warned Pa not to exert himself at all, but the more he thought about that injunction, the more he wondered about it. Sure, Daniel Avery’s battered heart might last longer if he never did anything more strenuous than sitting up, but to what end?

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