The Lawman's Bride. Cheryl St.John

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      “She can stay here,” the woman suggested. “I’ll take the baby into our room and Miss Hollis can sleep on the cot in the nursery.”

      “That won’t be necessary,” Sophie protested.

      “What else would you be doing?” the woman asked. “You’re locked out of the dormitory, so you’ll stay here. Caleb and the marshal will explain to Mr. Webb in the morning. I’ll find something for you to wear.”

      After a moment, Sophie said, “That’s very kind of you.”

      “What do I owe you for your time, Doc?” Clay asked.

      “I will pay my own bill.” Sophie’s emphatic objection started another bout of coughing.

      “You wouldn’t have had need of the doc if you hadn’t gone into the jail for my dog, Sophie.”

      “I made the choice. I’ll pay my own bill.”

      He studied the fractious woman, stubborn and proud as all get-out. Even with remaining black smudges on her chin and forehead and her dark hair a disarray of tangles, she was something to look at.

      “Let’s not worry about that tonight,” Dr. Chaney interrupted. “Everyone needs some rest.”

      “Make yourselves useful and heat some water,” Ellie directed the men. “Sophie needs a bath before I take her upstairs and get her settled.”

      Clay helped pump water and heat it on the stove, then he and the doctor walked out to the front porch.

      Caleb raised his face to the sky. “There’s still smoke in the air.”

      “Better go see what’s left of the jail. Got some figurin’ out to do, I reckon.”

      “Don’t worry about Miss Hollis,” Caleb told him. “She’s going to be just fine.”

      Clay took a coin from his pocket. “Will a dollar cover it?”

      Dr. Chaney closed his fingers around the coin with a grin. “I have a feeling she’s going to be madder’n a hornet when she finds out you paid.”

      “She’ll just have to get her mind right about that,” Clay replied. He glanced out at the wagon still on the street. “Know anything about animals?”

      “Know a little about horses.”

      “Dogs?”

      “Your dog out there?”

      Clay nodded.

      Caleb followed him down the walkway and through the arbor trellis laden with fragrant roses to the wagon bed.

      Sam raised his head with a soft whine.

      Caleb petted the animal, then turned him over and put an ear to his chest. “He was probably low enough to escape most of the smoke, unless he was directly in the fire.”

      Clay shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

      “He’s getting up there in years, isn’t he?”

      Clay nodded. “Can’t see or hear much anymore. Doesn’t move farther than a few feet on his own.”

      Caleb scratched behind the dog’s ear. “His old bones probably hurt something fierce.”

      “I know there isn’t a miracle for the old boy.” Clay leaned a hip against the tail gate. “Just don’t have the heart to put ‘im down.”

      “An injection would do it. It wouldn’t hurt him.”

      Clay absorbed the words. “You could do it?”

      The doctor nodded.

      “I’ll be thinkin’ on it, Doc. Thanks.”

      The driver was still waiting on the seat. “She gonna be okay?”

      “She’ll be fine,” Clay called and offered the doc his hand. “Thanks again.” He climbed onto the wagon seat. As the driver pulled forward, Clay glanced back at the big white two-story house.

      It was tough to imagine someone running into the burning jail for the sake of a dog. The impression he had of Sophie was one of a capable women. A woman sure of herself.

      She claimed she’d seen the fire from the park and come to have a look. Alone in the park, an unprotected young woman on the streets of Newton at night—she was either fearless or foolish. It was his job to care which.

      

      Ellie Chaney picked up a sleeping infant from the crib. “I’ll be right back as soon as I lie him down in my room.”

      Sophie nodded. All she wanted was to sleep and with any luck escape the burning pain in her chest and throat. This kind stranger had helped her bathe and wash her hair, but the stench of smoke remained.

      Ellie returned a few minutes later with a cotton night rail. “In the morning I’ll find something for you to wear home.”

      “How did you know Mr. Webb’s name?”

      “I used to work at the Arcade,” she replied. “Until I broke my arm. Caleb hired me to take care of his son, Nate, until I was better, and one thing led to another. Now here I am, crazy in love and married to him.”

      “How old is your baby?”

      She turned back the covers on the narrow bed with a smile. “Seven months. His name is David.” She paused a moment, then fluffed up a pillow. “I wasn’t sure I wanted a baby. Caleb had his own child when I married him, and we’re raising my two younger brothers. I had kind of a history, you could say.”

      “I understand history.” Sophie had never said anything quite as revealing to anyone, and surprised herself by doing so. It must be because she was so tired and her chest burned so badly. She couldn’t resist asking, “What made you change your mind?”

      She’d never believed she would make a good mother, so it was better that she spare a child the suffering.

      “Caleb changed my mind. I didn’t know any good men before I met him. It took a while but I learned to trust him. And I learned to trust myself. Our life was good. Our marriage would have been fine just the way it was. But choosing to have a child together formed a deeper trust.”

      Sophie studied the other woman, wondering what kind of history she spoke of, wondering if Ellie Chaney had a past that could even compare to Sophie’s. If she knew the people Sophie had known, she would have thought twice about bringing another child into the world. “Well, you seem very happy.”

      “We are. Caleb is the kindest, most gentle man I’ve ever known.”

      “You’re very fortunate.”

      Ellie turned the wick on the lamp low. “I would never ask questions,” she told Sophie. “I СКАЧАТЬ