Prairie Cowboy. Linda Ford

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      The dog halted, his hackles raised, his lips rolled back to reveal his vicious teeth. But he didn’t advance.

      Rae’s fist clutched at his shirt as if she thought the horse would rear and she might fall.

      “Noble isn’t about to let an old dog make him act crazy.”

      Her fingers uncurled. “Yeah, I know.” She sounded a little uncertain.

      “You aren’t scared of that old dog, are ya?”

      “Nah.”

      “Good, because he’s nothing but hot air and bluff.”

      They resumed their journey and his thoughts slid uninvited and unwelcome back to the schoolmarm. Rae’s mind must have made the same journey because she resumed talking about the day.

      “Miss White asked George what his best subject was. He’s very good at arithmetic. Miss White gave him all sorts of problems to solve and he did them all. Miss White said he needed to cap’lize on his strengths. Pa, what does cap’lize mean?”

      He grinned, picturing little Miss White finding a way to make George feel good after a scolding.

      “Capitalize means to make the most of something.”

      “I like Miss White.” Rae’s voice was soft, filled with awe.

      Conor’s skin prickled. He knew his little daughter missed having a mother. But she would only be hurt if she looked for a substitute.

      “I hope she stays.”

      Best to make Rae face the truth. But he wanted to spare her pain. Maybe with a little help she would figure it out herself. “You think she will?”

      “She’s smart.”

      “Uh-huh. But is she tough?”

      “She’s awfully pretty.”

      He squeezed the reins until they dug into his palm. He’d endured enough pain and disappointment with pretty women. So had Rae. Best she face facts and deal with them. “Now, Rae, how many times have I told you what use is pretty?”

      “Yeah, Pa. I know. A person has to be strong to survive.”

      “Don’t you be forgetting it.” They turned toward their little house. This was where they belonged. He would fight to keep this place. He’d teach Rae to deal with the hardships. “You go on in while I unsaddle Noble.”

      A few minutes later he returned to the house, intent on getting a drink of water before he resumed working. Rae stood peering into the cracked mirror over the washstand. She turned as she heard him enter and grinned, waiting for him to admire her hair.

      He felt like someone whacked him alongside the head with a big old plank. Oh, how she looked like her mother. “Hair ribbons.” Pretty stuff. Useless stuff. The sort of thing that made women pine for a life that wasn’t possible out here. People—men and women alike and children, too—had to forget the ease of life back East where supplies were around the corner, help and company across the fence and being pretty and stylish mattered. Out here survival mattered and woe to anyone who forgot. Or pined for things to be different. His wife had done the latter. She’d willingly left the comfort of Kansas City to follow his dream of owning land but she’d been unprepared for the challenges. In the end, she’d let them defeat her. She got a cold that turned fatal because she didn’t have the will to live. “Where did you get them?” His mouth felt gritty.

      “Miss White gave them to me. And Hilda did my hair.” Her eyes were awash with hope and longing.

      He could allow this tiny bit of joy. But no. He must not allow weakness in himself any more than he could allow it in Rae. “Tomorrow we give them back.”

      “Pa.” Pleading made her drag out the syllable.

      “How many times have I told you? Only the strong survive out here. You want to survive or don’t you?”

      “Yes, Pa.”

      “You and me are going to make ourselves a home out here. Now aren’t we?”

      “That’s right, Pa.”

      “Then put the ribbons aside before they get dirty and tend to your chores.”

      She nodded. In her eyes determination replaced hope. And how that hurt him. But he had to be strong for the both of them. She pulled off the ribbons, rolled them neatly and put them beside her lunch bucket.

      “There’s hours of daylight left. I’ve got to get the crop cut and stooked. Uncle Gabe will be coming any day.” He and Gabe helped each other. “I won’t be back until dark. You know what to do. Think you can handle it?”

      She tossed him a scoffing look. “I can handle it. You know it.”

      He pulled her against his hip for a quick hug. “Proud of you, Rae.”

      “You’ll come in and say good night when you get home? Even if I’m sleeping.”

      “Always. You can see me from the yard. If you need me all you have to do is bang on the old barrel.”

      “I know.”

      He hated to leave her although he’d been doing so longer than he cared to think about. Since Irene had laid down and quit living more than two years ago, leaving him to raise Rae on his own. But he didn’t have much choice. The work did not do itself, contrary to the hopes of men such as Mr. Crome.

      He turned and headed for the field as Rae went to gather eggs.

      It was dark when he returned. He searched the kitchen for something to eat and settled for a jam sandwich. He wiped dried jam from a knife in order to use it. They were about out of dishes fit to eat from. He’d have to see if Rae would wash a few. He’d also have to find time to go see Mrs. Jones who sold him his weekly supply of bread.

      Rae had dumped out her lunch bucket in preparation for tomorrow’s food. The hair ribbons lay on the lid.

      Miss White would no doubt look all distressed when he returned the ribbons and set her straight about what was best for Rae. He could imagine her floundering as she tried to apologize. Best she learn life here was tough.

      Maybe she could return to her safe home back wherever she’d come from. Before she had to endure the harshness of a Dakota winter.

      Yet he felt no satisfaction at knowing he would be among those who drove Miss White away. And his regret made him want to kick himself seven ways to Sunday. He knew better than most the folly of subjecting a pretty woman to the barren pioneer life.

      He checked on Rae. She slept in her shirt, her overalls bunched up on the floor beside the bed. Dirty clothes lay scattered across the floor. He didn’t have time to do laundry until after harvest.

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