Maggie's Beau. Carolyn Davidson

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СКАЧАТЬ them and then let them go again. Pa found them and killed them.” She shivered, recalling that day, remembering the anger that had driven her to flee. “I left that night, walked a few miles and slept in the woods. Then the second night I hid in the hayloft here in the barn, and Beau found me in the morning.”

      “And took you in, bless his heart,” Sophie finished, nodding as if such a development was not surprising. “Does your pa know where you are?”

      Maggie felt a leap of fear. “No, if he did, I’d not still be here. He’d have dragged me home already.”

      “Huh! I doubt Beau Jackson would allow that.”

      “I don’t know that he could stop him, ma’am. Pa says the laws give him leave to do whatever he wants to his womenfolk. He says we’re just the same as his cow and horse. We’re part of his property.”

      “I was all set to rake you over the coals, you know.” Sophie eyed Beau from her perch on the back porch. He stood on the step below, his eyes calculating her degree of aggravation. It was hard to tell. Her mouth was pursed, yet her eyes held a trace of amusement.

      “Well, hello to you, too, Sophie. When’d you arrive?”

      “About an hour ago,” she answered. “I’ve been waitin’ for a chance to talk to you.”

      “What did I do this time?” he asked after a moment, although his better judgment had already clued him in on the problem. Maggie was nowhere to be seen, and unless he missed his guess, she was due to be the subject of this conversation. If there was to be one. From where he stood it looked like Sophie’d already met and judged the girl.

      “I took one look at your guest…” Sophie began.

      “She looked that way, and a hell of a lot worse, in fact, when she got here,” Beau cut in. “And she’s staying, Sophie. There’s no argument where that’s concerned.”

      She nodded. “By the time she told me where she got the bruises, I’d decided you were right to give her a place to stay.”

      “Then what’s all the fuss about?” He looked past his housekeeper toward the kitchen door. “Where is she?”

      “I told her to take a bath before supper, and helped her fix the tub. She didn’t have any other clothes to wear, so I found her a dress of mine. She’ll swim in it, but it’ll do till tomorrow, and then you’re goin’ to town to find her something to wear from the general store. You ought to know without me telling you that it’s not fitting for a young woman to be wearin’ men’s clothes.”

      Beau grinned. “You got her to agree to that?”

      “Well, she didn’t argue a bit about the bath part, except to worry about using up your soap, but wearin’ my dress caused a bit of a problem. I cut off the bottom and made a sash for the waist. It’s not fancy, but it’ll do for today.”

      He nodded, willing to be amiable. “I need to make a trip to town, anyway, Sophie. I’ll see what I can find. But I’m warning you, she’ll make a fuss. She’s used to wearing pants, and if she’s going to be working in the barn, it’s probably for the best.” The thought of Maggie sashaying around the horses in a dress didn’t set well with Beau. Long skirts would hamper her movements, and she’d be tripping all over herself.

      “Well, we’ll see,” she answered. “You’d best come on in. Supper’s about ready.”

      Beau snatched his hat off and followed Sophie inside, his gaze cutting to the storeroom door. It was closed tight and he thought of the woman inside, probably still sloshing around in the galvanized tub. She’d probably not had two baths in the same week in all of her life, up till now. And he hadn’t even thought of it, hadn’t even considered that she needed another change of clothing. The days of bringing in the hay had kept him going from early to late, and he’d barely kept his eyes open after supper each night. Washing up in a basin was about as good as it got when his day started at dawn and ended after dark.

      “Thanks, Sophie,” he murmured. He followed her to the cookstove, watching as she stirred the gravy, then lifted the lid on a kettle of succotash. The scent rose temptingly and his stomach growled accordingly. “I’m glad you’re home. Maggie did her best, but we missed you.”

      “Don’t be buttering me up, Beau Jackson. You don’t look to me like you’ve lost any weight while I was gone.” She opened the oven and slid the roasting pan out, transferring it to the stovetop. Steam rose as she lifted the cover and the scent of pork roast made his mouth water. “I’m about to make gravy,” Sophie said, reaching for a platter for the meat. “Are those men ready to come in and eat?”

      “They’re almost done. Pony was unharnessing the team when I came up to the house. They’ve been spoiled the past three days, not having to do their own cooking, with Maggie fixing supper every night.”

      “Well, ring the bell. You got time to wash up.”

      Beau hung his hat by the door and stepped onto the porch, reaching for the bell rope. He tugged at it sharply and the brass bell swayed twice, the sound loud and clear. From the barn an answering call assured him it had been heard and he went back in the kitchen. The storeroom door opened, and he looked across the room to where Maggie poked her head into view. Her smile was wide as she spied him near the stove, and she stepped into the kitchen. An ill-fitting garment covered her from neck to ankles, a dress that would never be in fashion again, if Beau was any judge.

      “I thought I heard you,” she said quietly, glancing from Beau to Sophie, and then back. “I’m gonna empty the tub real quick, and then maybe you could help me take it outside, Beau.”

      He shook his head. “Leave it be till after supper and I’ll dump it then. I’m going to take a bath in the kitchen later on. I’ve about reached my limit on scrubbing up in a pan.” He rolled up his sleeves and splashed water into the sink pan.

      Maggie nodded and scurried to the back door, comb in one hand. “I’ll help in just a few minutes, Sophie,” she said. “First I have to braid up my hair.”

      “You got five minutes, girl. It’ll take about that long for me to make the gravy and for those men out back to high-tail it up here.”

      Maggie hurried to the porch and bent low from the waist, allowing her long hair to cascade forward. She combed its length, working at the snarls and tugging the teeth through from her scalp to the trailing ends of her dark locks. Beau, as clean as a quick wash could make him, stood behind her, watching through the screen, his eyes drinking in the graceful lines of her arms and hands as she groomed herself. Her dress fell in voluminous folds from the strip of fabric she’d circled around her waist, and he mourned the loss of the snug-fitting trousers he’d become accustomed to seeing.

      After a moment she stood erect, holding her hair in one hand at the back of her head, then clenching the comb between her teeth, began twisting the long tresses into a braid. Her fingers worked rapidly and he watched in fascination, wondering at her ability to perform such a task. Stepping out onto the porch, he caught her attention, and she spun to face him, her eyes startled, her nostrils flaring.

      The comb fell from her mouth and he snatched it midair. “I can’t figure out how you can braid your hair behind your head. You can’t see what you’re doing.”

      Her lids were both open, the swelling so far gone that only a bit of puffiness remained beneath the damaged eye, and for the СКАЧАТЬ