Christmas Cowboy: Will of Steel / Winter Roses. Diana Palmer

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      “In fact,” he added, “people who refused to work were turned out of the forts into the wilderness. Some stole food from the Indians and were killed for it. Others starved or froze to death. It was a hard life.”

      “Why did they do it?” she wondered aloud. “Why leave their families and their homes and get on rickety old ships and go to a country they’d never even seen?”

      “A lot of them did it to escape debtor’s prison,” he said. “They had debts they couldn’t pay. A few years over here working as an indentured servant and they could be free and have money to buy their own land. Or the people they worked for might give them an acre or two, if they were generous.”

      “What about when the weather took their crops and they had nothing to eat? ”

      “There are strings of graves over the eastern seaboard of pilgrims who starved,” he replied. “A sad end to a hopeful beginning. This is a hostile land when it’s stripped of supermarkets and shopping centers.”

      A silence fell between them, during which he stared at the small rapids in the stream nearby. “That freezes over in winter,” he said. “It looks pretty.”

      “I’d like to see it then.”

      He turned. “I’ll bring you over here.”

      She smiled. “Okay.”

      His black eyes looked long and deep into hers across the distance, until she felt as if something snapped inside her. She caught her breath and forced her eyes away.

      Ted didn’t say anything. He just smiled. And started walking again.

      She loved it that he didn’t pressure her into a more physical relationship. It gave her a breathing space that she desperately needed.

      He took her to a play in Billings the following weekend, a modern parody of an old play about two murderous old women and their assorted crazy relatives.

      She laughed until her sides ached. Later, as they were driving home, she realized that it had been a long time since she’d been so amused by anything.

      “I’m so glad I never had relatives like that,” she ventured.

      He laughed. “Me, too. The murderous cousin with the spooky face was a real pain, wasn’t he?”

      “His associate was even crazier.”

      She sat back against the seat, her eyes closed, still smiling. “It was a great play. Thanks for asking me.”

      “I was at a loose end,” he commented. “We have busy weekends and slow weekends. This was a very slow one, nothing my officers couldn’t handle on their own.”

      That was a reminder, and not a very pleasant one, of what he did for a living. She frowned in the darkness of the cab, broken only by the blue light of the instrument panel. “Ted, haven’t you ever thought about doing something else for a living?”

      “Like what?” he asked. “Teaching chemistry to high school students?”

      He made a joke of it, but she didn’t laugh. “You’re not likely to be killed doing that.”

      “I guess you don’t keep up with current events,” he remarked solemnly, and proceeded to remind her of several terrible school shootings.

      She grimaced. “Yes, but those are rare incidents. You make enemies in your work. What if somebody you locked up gets out and tries to kill you?”

      “It goes with the job,” he said laconically. “So far, I’ve been lucky.”

      Lucky. But it might not last forever. Could she see herself sitting by the phone every night of her life, waiting for that horrible call?

      “You’re dwelling on anticipation of the worst,” he said, glancing her way. “How in the world do you think people get by who have loved ones with chronic illness or life-threatening conditions?”

      She looked at him in the darkness. “I’ve never thought about it.”

      “My grandmother had cancer,” he reminded her. “Had it for years. If I’d spent that time sitting in a chair, brooding on it, what sort of life would it have been for her?”

      She frowned. “Lonely.”

      “Exactly. I knew it could happen, anytime. But I lived from day to day, just like she did. After a while, I got used to the idea, like she did, and we went on with our lives. It was always there, in the background, but it was something we just—” he searched for the word “—lived with. That’s how husbands and wives of people in law enforcement and the military deal with it.”

      It was a new concept for her, living with a terrifying reality and getting used to it.

      “You’re very young,” he said heavily. “It would be harder for you.”

      It probably would. She didn’t answer him. It was something new to think about.

      He walked her up the steps to her front door. He looked good in a suit, she thought, smiling.

      “What are you thinking?” he teased.

      “That you look very elegant in a suit.”

      He shrugged. “It’s a nice suit.”

      “It’s a nice man wearing it.”

      “Thanks. I like your dress.”

      She grinned. “It’s old, but I like the color. It’s called Rose Dust.”

      He fingered the lacy collar. He wouldn’t have told her, because it would hurt her feelings, but it looked like the sort of dress a high school girl would wear. It wasn’t sophisticated, or even old enough for her now. But he just smiled.

      “Nice color,” he agreed.

      She cocked her head, feeling reckless. “Going to kiss me?” she asked.

      “I was thinking about it.”

      “And what did you decide?”

      He stuck his hands in his pockets and just smiled down at her. “That would be rushing things a little too much,” he said gently. “You want to date and get to know each other. I think that’s a good idea. Plenty of time for the other, later.”

      “Well, my goodness!”

      “Shocked by my patience, are you?” he asked with a grin. “Me, too.”

      “Very.”

      His eyes were old and wise. “When things get physical, there’s a difference in the way two people are, together. There’s no time to step back and look at how things really are.”

      She nodded. “You mean, like Sassy and her husband, John Callister, when they first got married. They couldn’t stand СКАЧАТЬ