The Cowboy's Baby Bond. Linda Ford

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      She righted herself. “At least he’s enjoying this.” She sounded aggrieved.

      “Willow, I know you’re worried, but I assure you we’ll find your sisters. In the meantime, you might as well relax and enjoy the scenery.” And the company, he almost added. But they were together simply out of necessity. Her need to find her family, his to make sure she got safely settled. After that? Well, he meant to move on with his plans. He owed it to himself, but more so to Thad. It took effort to move past the death of a sister and the treachery of a girl he’d trusted. Johnny meant to be there for his friend each step of the way.

      Speaking of sisters... “I’m surprised your folks let your sisters travel across the country on their own.”

      “My parents have been dead two years.”

      “You’ve lost your husband and your parents? That’s tough. I’m sorry.” Words were so inadequate. He wished he could do something practical to express his sympathy. Helping her find the girls would have to suffice. “Your sisters have been living somewhere. Shouldn’t the people they’ve been with be concerned about them traveling alone?”

      “Mr. and Mrs. Reames are their guardians. Or rather, they were.” The look Willow flung at Johnny clearly expressed anger. But surely she was not angry at him. His questions had been innocent enough.

      “Were? What happened?”

      “When my husband died, they refused to keep the girls any longer.”

      “What? Why, that’s downright dishonorable.”

      “I couldn’t agree more.”

      Johnny mulled over the information. Things began to fall into place, though they made no sense. “Your married name is Reames. Any relation?”

      “I married their son.” The words were spit out as if they were bitter to the taste.

      The more she told him, the less Johnny understood. “Had the girls done something to make them angry?”

      “No, I did.”

      “What could you possibly do that would justify them closing their home to your sisters? Seems they should be more than willing to forgive it, if only so they could enjoy getting to know their little grandson.”

      She wrapped both arms about Adam, pulling him into a cocoon of safety. “That will never happen.”

      “Never? Surely they’ll change their mind when they get over their grief.”

      “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

      Johnny longed to understand this unusual situation, but he must respect her wish to end the conversation.

      In the ensuing silence, the little he knew about her went around and around in his head. Her parents had died two years ago. She hadn’t seen her sisters in almost two years. Were the facts connected? How long had she been married? From what she’d told him, he guessed her to be nineteen years of age. Wouldn’t that make her seventeen when her parents died? Was she married before then? She must have been.

      “I know how death changes a person’s plans.” He told her how Levi had been planning to marry Helen. “But she drowned. After that, her family packed up and left. Thad—he’s the man who is going to live in the cabin I’m repairing... Huh.”

      The truth suddenly hit Johnny. He didn’t care if he lived there or not. It was all for Thad’s sake.

      Willow gave him a questioning look. “Huh, what?”

      “It’s a long story.”

      “Might help ease my mind to think about something besides my missing sisters.”

      If Johnny could do that, he would tell her almost everything. “Okay, here goes. Helen had a brother, Thad. We’ve been best friends for years. He and I were raising horses together. We had plans to breed fine draft horses and break them. No one hereabouts raises the big animals. They are all brought in from east or south. We already had half a dozen broodmares and a fine stallion. But when his sister died, it seemed like Thad lost a goodly portion of himself. Then he discovered the girl he thought he loved had been secretly seeing another man. Between the two things, he almost lost his mind. He didn’t want anything more to do with the horses and insisted we sell them to a breeder over in Wyoming.

      “Nothing mattered to Thad anymore. It was like watching him die inside. He moved away with his parents and I didn’t hear from him all winter. But a few weeks ago I got a letter. He wants to buy back the horses and bring them here so we can continue with our plans. He’s going to live in the house where Thad’s family lived before Helen’s death.”

      Willow had shifted so she could watch Johnny as he related his story.

      “I told you it was a long one.”

      “So you need to fix the cabin before he returns.”

      “There’s been a little damage to it—you know, shingles missing, a window broken, the porch sagging.”

      She nodded. “Are you worried he won’t stay if it’s not in good repair? Like maybe he isn’t really committed to this partnership between you two?”

      Her question startled Johnny. Was that his reason for being so dedicated to this task? Except how dedicated could he be if he’d dropped everything to escort Willow and Adam around the country? Face-to-face with the thought, he had to admit it held some truth.

      “I suppose I am afraid he’ll change his mind again, maybe return to the black mood he was in when I last saw him, so I’m doing everything I can to see he doesn’t have any reason to do so.” Johnny met her eyes, saw understanding and compassion.

      “I know what it’s like to wonder if you can trust someone.”

      “I trust Thad.”

      “So long as nothing goes wrong. That’s not trust.”

      “Like I said, death changes things.” Johnny had to make her understand, if only to prove he trusted his friend. “I think by coming back, Thad is confronting his pain head-on. I want to help him heal. I believe if he sees the cabin damaged he will only see how things go bad. If I have it repaired, he’ll see that it’s okay to remember the good times.” Johnny shrugged, more than a little embarrassed by his philosophical take on the matter. “It’s like the Bible says, ‘Blessed are they that mourn; for they shall be comforted.’ I guess if he comes back I hope he can mourn his loss and move on.”

      Willow stared straight ahead, her shoulders drawn up and her back rigid.

      Johnny wanted to touch her, ease the strain he saw, but feared she would be offended. “What’s wrong?”

      She shook her head. “He’s fortunate to have a friend like you.” She eased back.

      Adam, who until now had been happily playing with his mother’s fingers, arched СКАЧАТЬ