Wyoming Lawman. Victoria Bylin

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      Her cousin twisted the ends of the shawl. “It’s just that Matt doesn’t see me. I’m nothing but Sarah’s teacher.”

      “Maybe he’s been hurt,” Pearl said. “Do you know what happened to Sarah’s mother?”

      Carrie’s mouth formed a grim line. “They’re divorced. She left him. She left Sarah, too.”

      “I can’t imagine—”

      “Neither can I.” Carrie leaned into the wind. “He told me so I wouldn’t say something awkward to Sarah.”

      Pearl couldn’t imagine a woman abandoning her child, though for a short time during her pregnancy, she’d considered giving up Toby for adoption. In those dark days, she’d feared Franklin Dean and she’d had no way to support herself. Her friends at Swan’s Nest had come to her rescue and she’d be forever grateful.

      Carrie broke into her thoughts. “Matt’s wife broke his heart when she left. You can see it in his eyes.”

      Pearl understood too well. She’d seen that look when they’d first met. “How long ago was it?”

      “A year or so.” As they turned toward the school, Carrie squinted against the sun. “I know Matt likes me. He’s just scared. He needs to know I’d never hurt him.”

      “Of course, you wouldn’t.”

      Carrie bit her lip, then released it. “He needs convincing, that’s all.”

      Pearl didn’t doubt her cousin’s sincerity, only her reasoning. Matt hadn’t shown even a spark of interest. “I don’t know.”

      “I do,” Carrie insisted. “Matt needs a push.”

      Pearl loved her cousin, but she had strong feelings about pushing anyone. Even before the attack, she’d been pressured by Franklin Dean and she’d resented it. She considered sharing her doubts with Carrie, but what did she know about men and courtship? Her perspective was skewed and always would be. Carrie’s instincts had to be better than her own. “What do you have in mind?” she asked.

      “I don’t know. Any ideas?”

      “Not a one.”

      Carrie’s eyes twinkled. “How about a supper party? I could invite a few people over.”

      Pearl couldn’t bear the thought. Carrie would invite single men. They’d tease and flirt with her.

      “It’s perfect!” Carrie declared. “You’re new in town. The party will be in your honor.”

      “No, Carrie. I’m not ready for something like that.”

      “Please?” She made a winsome face.

      How could Pearl say no? She owed Carrie for the food on her table, the roof over her head. She wanted to say yes, but she croaked with panic. “I’ll think about it.”

      “It’ll be great,” Carrie insisted. “It’s just what Matt needs. And you, too!”

      Right now, Pearl needed to collect her thoughts. They’d reached the school. Behind the main building she saw a cottage. She tightened her grip on the handle of the carriage. “Is that Miss Marlowe’s house?”

      “It is,” Carrie answered. “Isn’t it charming?”

      Pearl loved the little house. Ivy climbed the porch railing, and the gabled roof boasted a turret. As they walked up the path with the baby carriage, Miss Marlowe herself came out the door. Pearl saw a woman in her forties with chestnut hair and ivory skin. Petite and wearing a pea-green dress, she looked more like a leprechaun than the founder of a prestigious girls’ academy. Pearl relaxed, but only until the carriage hit a rut and Toby started to fuss.

      “Oh dear,” she murmured. If he didn’t settle, she’d have to pick him up. Meeting Miss Marlowe with her son tucked in the carriage would have been challenging. Meeting her with a crying infant in her arms made Pearl shake.

      Miss Marlowe greeted them with a wave. “Hello, ladies!”

      “Be brave.” Carrie touched her hand. “She’s going to love you.”

      “And if she doesn’t?”

      Carrie shot her a look of confidence. “I’ll still love you, and so will Toby. Don’t be afraid. We’re in this together.”

      Pearl squeezed her hand. “Thank you, cousin.”

      Carrie waved a greeting to Miss Marlowe. “This is my cousin, Pearl Oliver. We have someone very special for you to meet.”

      Thinking of the hair ribbons—a gift to a woman of uncommon courage—Pearl lifted her squawking baby out of the carriage. Mercifully he found his fist and started to suck. As Carrie moved the carriage into a shady spot, Pearl climbed the stairs alone and faced Miss Marlowe.

      “This is my son,” she said quietly. “I’ll tell the story now, but I won’t repeat it. A year ago I was attacked by a man I trusted. I was—”

      “Oh, child.”

      Miss Marlowe’s pale eyes asked questions—the question—and Pearl answered with a nod. The woman touched her cheek, then lowered her hand, leaving a warm spot that felt empty. Pearl’s heart turned to stone. Sympathy didn’t mean Miss Marlowe would approve of her desire to teach.

      Carrie joined them on the porch. “We wanted you to know Pearl’s circumstances before the board meeting.”

      “Of course.” Miss Marlowe indicated the door. “Come inside, girls. We’ll talk over tea and scones. I made them myself.”

      Carrie gave Pearl an encouraging smile. “Miss Marlowe is known for her scones.”

      The older woman indicated a cane rocker. “Have a seat, dear. New mothers need their rest. Carrie and I will bring the cups.”

      “Thank you,” Pearl managed.

      She sat and put the rocker into motion. The rhythm delighted Toby and he kicked for the fun of it. Arching back, he gave her his first-ever smile. Happy tears pushed into Pearl’s eyes. She longed to share the moment with a husband, but her friends would have to do. She’d tell Carrie on the way home, and tonight she’d write to everyone at Swan’s Nest.

      Miss Marlowe arrived with the tea service and placed it on a low table. Carrie added a plate of scones and a pot of raspberry jam. After serving the refreshments, Miss Marlowe sat tall on a chair that resembled a throne. She studied Pearl for several seconds. “Let me be frank, dear.”

      “Of course.”

      “I’ve reviewed your application and am satisfied with your qualifications. Carrie has provided a wonderful reference for you. As for your son, I have no doubt you’ve been victimized. In fact, I greatly admire your forthright handling of the situation. A lesser woman would lie to save face. You chose an honorable path. Not the easy one, mind you. But the right one.”

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