Lone Wolf's Lady. Judy Duarte

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      Tom lifted his hat, then readjusted it on his head. “First off, I don’t think it’s in either of their best interests to remain in town long enough for Daisy to recover fully. And, secondly, while I appreciate your concern for the child, I have reason to believe that she has family in Stillwater.”

      That gave Miss O’Malley pause. “You have reason to believe? You’re not sure?”

      Actually, he knew that she had a great-grandfather. But he wasn’t convinced the dying old man would welcome her with open arms. “Let’s just say that I’m sure enough.”

      The schoolmarm seemed to think on that, and as she did, she worried her lip. All the while, the sun continued to shine on her hair, dancing upon the glossy strands.

      The autumn color was remarkable. Tom wondered what it looked like when she removed the pins, brushed out the tresses and let them hang long.

      When she finally glanced up, her expressive eyes, the shade of bluebonnets, caught his. “But if she has a family, where have they been all her life? Why is she living in a place like this?”

      “I’m still trying to figure out how that might have come about.” He’d tried to talk to Daisy earlier, but her throat had been badly bruised by the near strangling. The doctor had given her something for pain and to help her rest, and she’d dozed off before he could get anything out of her.

      “What if that family Sarah Jane supposedly has doesn’t want her?” Miss O’Malley asked.

      He’d thought of that possibility more than he dared to admit. “I don’t know. I’ll think of something.”

      Apparently, that wasn’t enough to appease her, because she crossed her arms and lifted her chin in defiance. “I won’t let you take Sarah Jane anywhere.”

      Tom snorted at her hollow challenge. “I wouldn’t recommend fighting with me, Miss O’Malley.”

      She studied him a moment, as if calculating the odds, then softened her stance. “Daisy is Sarah Jane’s guardian. And the two of us have reached an agreement. We’re taking Sarah Jane to Wyoming.”

      “Daisy also goes by the name of Erin Kelly,” he said. “Did you know that?”

      A twitch at the corner of a single blue eye suggested that she didn’t, yet she brushed off his comment. “I’m not surprised. I didn’t think her name was actually Daisy Potts.”

      “There’s a lot you don’t know.”

      She stiffened. “I’m sure that’s true. Nevertheless, Daisy—or whatever name she’d prefer to go by—has agreed to go with me to Wyoming. And I plan to leave town just as soon as Dr. Hennessy says she can travel.”

      “I’m afraid her plans changed when she was attacked and nearly killed.”

      “It seems to me that would be all the more reason for her to want a new life. And I can help her attain that dream—in Wyoming.”

      “And just whose dream is that, Miss O’Malley? Yours or Daisy’s?”

      She seemed to ponder that a moment, as if he’d finally tossed something her way that she hadn’t expected. Then she seemed to shrug it off. “Does it matter? Some people become so downtrodden that they forget how to dream.”

      The fool woman had an answer for everything.

      “At this point,” he said, “the only thing that matters is getting Erin and Sarah Jane out of town before that man comes back and tries to finish what he started.”

      Her lips parted, and the color in her cheeks drained. “Do you think the man will come back and try to kill her?”

      “Come now. You’re a bright woman. Think about it. The man attacked a woman and child in broad daylight. He certainly wasn’t a drunken, unhappy customer. And when another woman interrupted the attack, he ran off before she could get a good look at him. But as far as the attacker knows, there are still two witnesses.”

      She bit down on her bottom lip again as she considered what he was suggesting, so he continued to make himself clear. “From what I’ve been told, Erin has no memory of the attack—at least, not now. And Sarah Jane hasn’t uttered a word since that morning. The doctor thinks she’s traumatized by what she saw, and who knows if or when she’ll speak again. But the attacker doesn’t know that.”

      Tom didn’t see any point in telling Miss O’Malley that he’d been following Caroline’s trail for the past three weeks, from Casa de Los Angelitos in Mexico, where Sarah Jane was born, to the town of Taylorsville, where Caroline had died after a fall down a flight of stairs.

      And that was another thing that just didn’t sit right with him. Caroline had been a healthy and vivacious twenty-four-year-old. How had she managed to take a fatal tumble like that? And why had Erin left right after the funeral?

      Something about that just didn’t make sense. The women had put down roots several different times in the past six years. And then all of a sudden, they would up and move again.

      Had one or the other been running from something?

      Or from someone?

      If so, Tom didn’t like the idea of Sarah Jane being caught up in the backlash of whatever the adults in her life had been involved in—or running from.

      He hoped he was wrong, but the only one who could answer his questions was Erin, and she was in no condition to talk yet.

      “How do you plan to travel with a child and an injured woman?” Miss O’Malley asked.

      That wasn’t going to be easy. And Tom didn’t expect to do much sleeping on the three-day ride to Hannah’s house, where he intended to leave Daisy to heal.

      “I can see that you haven’t thought that through,” Miss O’Malley said, her tone and stance a little too smug for her bustle.

      “Actually,” Tom said, “I’ve done a lot of thinking.” More than she would ever know—and not just while he’d been on the trail looking for Caroline.

      “Perhaps we should compromise,” she said.

      “About what? The way I see it, Miss O’Malley, you don’t have a dog in this fight.”

      As though his words had fallen on deaf ears, she continued to speak her mind. “Erin and Sarah Jane need to get out of town fast, correct?”

      “That’s the way I see it.” What was her point?

      “And Sarah Jane might or might not have a family who might—or might not—want her. Is that a safe assumption?”

      “I suppose so.” Where was she going with this?

      “If she has no family—or if they don’t want her—she’ll need another home.”

      He didn’t dispute that.

      “And if they want her, we’ll need to determine whether they deserve her. And if they don’t, then we’ll still СКАЧАТЬ