The Lawman's Bride. Cheryl St.John

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      The woman wished her a good night and closed the door on her way out. Silence wrapped around Sophie. She imagined the handsome doctor and his pretty wife in their bedroom with their baby lying between them. They were kind and compassionate, unfamiliar qualities where she’d come from. Their generosity unsettled her thinking, shook her world. Were they normal? Was this what other people were like? She compared them to Amanda and Emma and the families they’d spoken of.

      How many good people like these had been victims of Sophie’s deceit in the past? She couldn’t bear to think of it.

      She glanced at the window, where the parted curtain revealed a slim portion of night sky. Newton was filled with dozens of neighborhoods and rows of houses just like this one—well, not all quite as nice, but similar homes where families dwelled.

      Sophie squeezed her eyes shut and remembered a time many years ago, a time before her father had sold their home and bought a covered wagon, a time when she’d had older brothers—when her mother had tucked her in at night. The long forgotten memory of a rose-papered room and a small simple bed wavered at the edge of her mind. With that memory drifted the scent of lilacs on a summer night. Her mother’s perfume or fragrant bushes outside the window? She struggled to make the elusive memory clear, but it wavered and vanished.

      All that was good and safe had changed along the westward trail when a Sioux war party had attacked their wagon train, and killed her father and her brothers. She and her mother had been taken captive. The chief had taken Sophie, adopted her and treated her well. Her mother had been given to a brave and had conformed to her life as a captive. She had advised Sophie to do the same. “You’re a brave girl, Sophie,” her mother had whispered. “Do whatever you must to stay alive.” Sophie had been following that advice all the years since.

      They’d been in the Sioux camp five winters when her mother caught the typhus and died. In mourning her mother’s death, pain over the loss of her father and brothers surfaced, pain she’d avoided facing before. Acute loneliness had become her constant companion. To comfort her, the old chief had given Sophie her mother’s possessions, among them her mother’s gold wedding ring. Tek Garrett had taken the ring for safekeeping, that loss becoming the one regret she had in running away from him. She hadn’t dared tried to find it and suspected he kept it on him.

      Sophie barely remembered family, scarcely remembered feeling loved. Her memories were distorted by time and anger. Getting up, she padded to the open window, drew aside the gingham curtain and peered into the night. The doctor’s house was one of the tallest in the neighborhood and afforded an expansive view of the neighboring rooftops.

      The sky to the north was still hazy with smoke. Had the marshal bought her story? How crazy would it make him, wondering how that prisoner had been freed? The keys still hung in the lock, and the iron doors would be standing there when the marshals looked the place over tomorrow.

      Damned sloppy job of making herself invisible.

      Chapter Four

      The next morning Ellie brought Sophie a pitcher of water and clothing. “You’re taller than I am, so I looked for the longest skirt I could find. Fortunately you’ll only be wearing it until you get to your dormitory.”

      “It’s fine, thank you. Can I help you with anything this morning?”

      “Just come down to breakfast. Everything will be ready in a few minutes.”

      A short time later, dressed in Ellie’s fresh-smelling clothing and with her hair braided over one shoulder, Sophie found her way to the kitchen by listening to the chatter and following her nose.

      The chairs around the table were nearly filled, and Ellie was carrying full plates from the stove. The enticing smells of sausage and coffee made her stomach rumble.

      Ellie greeted her with a wide smile. “There you are.”

      “Good morning, Miss Hollis,” the doctor said, standing.

      The young men followed his lead and stood until she was seated.

      Ellie rested her hand on a tall slender young man’s shoulder. “Sophie, this is my brother Benjamin.”

      “How do, miss.” He was probably about seventeen, tall with bright blue eyes and fair hair.

      “Benjamin.”

      “And my youngest brother, Flynn,” Ellie added.

      Flynn was dark complected, with brown eyes and a bashful, dimpled smile. “I’m having a birthday soon. I’m gonna be eleven!”

      “Well, happy birthday,” Sophie told him.

      “This little man is Nate.” The toddler hid a bashful smile in Ellie’s white apron. “And that’s David.”

      The baby Ellie had carried from the room the night before was awake and sitting in a wooden high chair. He paused in drawing one stubby finger through a puddle of oatmeal on the scarred tray to give her a toothless smile.

      “You have a lovely family.”

      The doctor and his wife shared a smile.

      Ellie handed her husband a plate of eggs; he helped himself to a couple and passed it. “After school Benjamin works with my husband. He’s going to go to medical school.”

      “That’s an admirable goal,” Sophie told him.

      “I been thinkin’, Ellie,” Benjamin said.

      “What about?” She set a stack of pancakes on the table and Flynn immediately stabbed two.

      “Guests first, little brother,” she scolded him.

      “Oh. Sorry.”

      “I been thinkin’ about studying to be a veterinarian,” Benjamin went on. “Instead of medical school.”

      His sister paused with a tray of sausage.

      “It’s an animal doctor.”

      Ellie smiled and handed him the tray. “I know what a veterinarian is, Ben. I think you’ll be good at whatever you set your mind to.” She touched his hair in a loving gesture, and his lean cheeks tinged pink.

      He leaned away. “C’mon, Ellie.”

      “I’m sure Miss Hollis isn’t shocked. She probably has brothers and sisters of her own. Don’t you, Miss Hollis?”

      Sophie set down the fork she’d picked up, keeping her expression placid. “Of course I do. I have a whole family back in Pennsylvania.”

      “What’s in Pennsylvania?” Flynn asked.

      “Boys a lot like you,” she replied with a practiced smile.

      The rasp of a cranked doorbell sounded.

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