The Rancher's Christmas Proposal. Sherri Shackelford

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      He rapped on the door and Miss Spencer appeared, holding a finger over her lips. A scowl darkened her brow.

      “Shh,” she ordered. “They’ve fallen asleep.”

      Somehow or another she’d draped the stained portion of her skirt like a fall around her waist, cleverly disguising the spots. There were damp portions around her collar where she’d scrubbed at the rest of the marks, and he forced his gaze from the charming sight. His was an honorable mission, and he did her a disservice by thinking of her in any way other than an unexpected acquaintance.

      She slipped into the corridor and quietly shut the door behind her. “Where have you been? What took so long?”

      “I’m sorry. I can explain.” He handed over the wanted poster. “They’ve picked up Dead Eye Dan. You’re safe now.”

      Her face grew ashen. “What have you done?”

      He gripped her shoulders, shocked by her violent trembling. “He’s behind bars. He can’t bother you anymore.”

      She vigorously shook her head and backed away. “You don’t understand. This is worse. This is much worse.”

      “There’s a reward.” His declaration only sent her stumbling farther back, and his hands dropped away. “I had it sent to Marshal Cain in Cimarron Springs. The outlaw will never guess your identity. Contact the marshal and he’ll make the arrangements.”

      Her pale lips pinched together. “I wouldn’t touch a dime of that money if my life depended upon it.”

      “Why not? You spotted him. You’ve earned that reward.”

      “Because it’s dangerous, that’s why. Claiming the reward money will lead the rest of his gang directly to me.”

      Her fear instantly made sense, but there was an easy enough solution. “Come with us to Cimarron Springs, help me with the children. I’ll pay you for your trouble. I’ll even claim the money myself and hand it over to you. That way, you’re not involved.”

      She jerked her head in a negative gesture. “You’ll put yourself in danger. I won’t allow that.”

      “I’m a grown man.”

      “You’re a father. You should consider your children. Lawmen aren’t always honest.”

      The skeptical edge in her voice stiffened his spine. “I trust the marshal in town. He’s married to my cousin. He won’t put either of us in danger.”

      Her shoulders slumped. She opened the door once more and stared into the room. He caught a glimpse of Alyce and Owen asleep on the bed, curled around each other like puppies, a bolster of pillows surrounding them.

      “I know you’re strong,” he said. “I know you don’t need my help, but I need yours.”

      Blood rushed in his ears. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d asked someone for help. He’d been independent since the moment his father had walked out on them, and he liked it that way. As long as he didn’t count on people, they didn’t let him down. Since arriving in Wichita, he’d felt as though he was unraveling bit by bit. If he let this go on any longer, there’d be nothing left of him.

      “Never mind,” he said, reaching for the key. “It’s been a long day. I appreciate everything you’ve done. I had no right to ask for more.”

      She yanked her hand out of his reach. “I’ll help you.”

      It was too late to take back his offer, and gratitude and shame warred in his chest. She’d agreed to help him. She’d agreed because she’d seen him weak.

      Tessa hesitated. “I’ll leave Cimarron Springs as soon as the reward arrives. You know that, right?”

      “I know.” Earlier, a selfish part of him had hoped she might consider staying on, just until he found a suitable replacement, but she’d obviously anticipated his appeal. “I understand.”

      Tessa had called him a good father before. She’d said he was doing the right thing by keeping the children with him. The truth was far less charitable. He wasn’t a fit parent for the children any more than Mrs. Lund. By refusing to face the impossibility of the situation, he’d been lying to himself rather than doing what was best for the children.

      “Four o’clock,” he said, replacing his hat. He was done being weak. Once they were all back home, he’d finally make things right, even if it shattered him. He’d put himself back together before; he knew how the pieces fit. “We leave at four.”

      Now that he’d committed to his decision, a cynical relief surged through his veins. The reward money made everyone’s life simpler. Without Tessa, there’d be one less person in town who’d been disappointed by him.

      As long as nothing unforeseen happened, they’d never see each other again after the journey’s end. She was as good as gone. At least there was nothing left to go wrong.

      * * *

      “The reward money has hit a snag.” Marshal Garrett Cain spoke from his seat behind his desk.

      “What kind of a snag?” Tessa demanded, covering the panic in her voice. “I was hoping to avoid a delay.”

      She needed the money quickly. She’d already been in town for three days. That was long enough. Too long, really. She feared she’d run into Shane once more, and the cold shoulder he’d given her upon their arrival had made it abundantly clear that her presence was unwelcome.

      “Let’s give Shane a few more minutes.” The marshal shook his head. “He needs to hear this, too.”

      Tessa stifled a groan. Perched on the edge of her seat in Marshal Cain’s office, she tucked the edges of her skirts around her frozen ankles. Wind whistled beneath the door and frost coated the windowpanes.

      She shivered and tugged her coat tighter. “There’s no need to bother Mr. McCoy, is there? This really doesn’t concern him.”

      Though Shane’s rejection had hurt her more than she cared to admit, his absence was for the best. She was putting them all in danger the longer she stuck around.

      “He’s on his way already,” the marshal said.

      Perfect. She offered a tight-lipped smile of acknowledgment. Just what this day needed.

      All the little nagging worries she’d harbored piled up around her in a suffocating heap. She’d had no more success in contacting Emmett, which meant her meager savings must stretch indefinitely. Though she’d scoffed at the reward before, a few days of introspection had given her clarity on the matter. Considering her situation, money was a good thing. Someone was going to collect that reward, and it might as well be her. Since she was no longer an outlaw, the code didn’t apply anyway.

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