Authors: The Lone Texan
Jodi Thomas (31 page)
“They’re settling in at a house north of town. It’s off by itself. I heard Teagen say he wanted Sage to be able to see the hills so she’d know she wasn’t that far from home. It’s a pretty whitewash with trim on it as dainty as lace. Teagen got the place built for her just like she told him, but I don’t think they’re open for business yet. You’d better hurry if you want to catch her. She rides home ever’ night to the ranch.” He laughed. “And you know Sage; if she’d riding, no one’s going to catch her.”
Roak said a hurried good-bye and rushed out the door just as a tribe of school-aged boys bombarded the place.
Daniel was waiting by the horses when Drum crossed the street. “I thought you were going to buy some rolls?”
“I did, a dozen, but I ate them while I was waiting.”
Drum frowned. “Why didn’t you go in and buy some more?”
“I tried, but the lady in there told me to get out of her store before the yeast rose again and I exploded.” He rubbed his stomach. “She said if I was still alive tomorrow, she’d sell me another dozen.”
They climbed on their horses and headed north. Daniel continued talking as if Roak were listening. “That baker was a sweet little round kind of girl, but I don’t think she thought much of me. She made me stop one foot in the door and tell her what I wanted.”
Drum laughed. “You might want to think about taking a bath.”
Daniel lifted his arm, took a deep breath, and crossed his eyes. “I will before I go in there tomorrow. She had cheeks as round as apples and skin as smooth as a peach.”
“I think you’re still hungry. Next thing you’ll be telling me is her legs were green beans and her fingers as round as carrots.”
“I was so hungry, my stomach’s been gnawing on my backbone for two days. If we stay here awhile, I plan to eat five or six times a day to catch up.”
Drum saw the white house with the trim a few hundred yards beyond where the rest of the settlement ended. The door was open, and Bonnie, wrapped in a white apron, was sweeping the long porch. Her worthless cat was sitting on the porch railing.
He urged Satan into a trot and was out front before Daniel stopped talking about food and thought to join him.
Bonnie squealed and ran down the steps. “Mr. Roak! Daniel Torry! It’s good to see you.”
Drum grinned. “You’re looking fine and healthy, Miss Pierce.” He was surprised how much he meant it. In the month since he’d seen her, the tall nurse looked like she’d put on a few pounds.
She ran right past Drum and hugged Daniel then pulled back quickly. “Wow, you do smell of the trail.”
Daniel shrugged. “I’ve been told that a lot lately.”
“Miss Bonnie,” Drum drew her attention. “Where’s Sage?” The need to see her had become a physical ache within him.
The nurse laughed. “She went up to her grandfather’s winter camp a few days ago. Teagen told her the old man is sick when he came by to get the boys to spend some time at the ranch with him.” She held a finger in the air. “No, I think his exact words were, Grandfather claims he’s sick but said to tell you not to come.
“Sage said the old man would never admit to wanting to see her, but she’d ride up while we’re waiting for the last of the work to be done on the clinic. We decided to turn the attic into rooms for the boys and Sage when she stays over.”
“We’re not heading into Apache territory tonight, are we?” Daniel asked.
“No,” Drum answered. “We’re getting rooms at the hotel, having a long bath, and then coming back to take Miss Pierce out to dinner if she’ll consider letting us both escort her.”
Bonnie blushed. “I’d be honored. I haven’t been out to eat. It wouldn’t be proper for me to go alone, and Sage has been too busy.”
They left her still blushing on the porch and circled back to the hotel.
“I think this may be the first time Miss Bonnie has been asked out,” Daniel said as they walked up the steps. “She’s plain, but I think she might have gotten married if she hadn’t been so tall. Aren’t many men who want to look up to a wife.”
“Probably so,” Drum agreed. “She’s past the marrying age now.”
He walked to the desk, noticing the hotel owner who’d run him off a few times four years ago.
“Welcome, Rangers,” the owner said with a smile. “We’re always glad to see you.” He turned the book around. “If you’ll sign in, I’ll have baths sent up to your rooms immediately.”
Roak smiled. The owner didn’t recognize him. Daniel ordered a bottle, then they parted with a nod to their rooms.
Two hours later, both Rangers ordered two meals at the café. Bonnie sat between them, as proper as ever. The old maid might be ten or more years older than them, but she was still flattered to be asked to dinner.
“You young men sure do clean up nice,” she said. “Sage will hardly recognize you when she gets back.”
“I’m riding on up to the camp tomorrow,” Drum said. “I thought Daniel might stay here for a few days. If you need him, he’ll be close.”
“You think the boys may still be in danger?” she asked.
He shook his head. “I don’t see how the raiders who killed their parents could find the boys here, but it pays to be safe.” He didn’t dare tell her Daniel’s theory of the raiders and the outlaw being links of the same gang. “I think Sage may still be in danger. The man she treated at the outlaw camp seems to want another house call made. I’m here to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
Bonnie’s hand shook. “There’s so much trouble in this country.” Tears bubbled in her eyes. “I swear I’m frightened most all the time.”
Her show of emotion surprised Drum, but he had to admit for a woman who’d said she’d never gone more than a few miles from her home before she left Boston, this must be a terrifying place.
Daniel tried next. “Don’t you worry, Miss Pierce, you’re far enough from the saloons that even when there is gunfire, it’ll never reach you.”
Both men frowned when tears continued to roll down her cheeks.
“I don’t think you’re helping,” Drum said.
Bonnie excused herself and almost ran from the room.
Daniel pointed at Roak. “Well, at least I was trying. Which is more than you were doing. What do you suggest next?”
“Pie,” Drum said and waved down the waitress.
When Bonnie returned, she smiled at three pieces of pie sitting in front of her. It seemed to work; her mood did improve as she nibbled on a slice.
She filled them in on everything that happened on the trail up from Galveston. She also talked about Will and Andy. It was obvious she’d grown to love them both. During the weekdays, they’d stay with her at the clinic so they could go to school. On Friday, one of the McMurrays would take them to the ranch for the weekend, where they would run free.
“They invite me to go along,” Bonnie said, “but I like my time alone here in town. There’s too much going on at the ranch. I have my knitting and my books to keep me company, and of course when the clinic opens, we may have patients from time to time who are in recovery.”
When she talked about the details of the clinic, both men listened politely as they ate.
Drum walked her back to the clinic while Daniel excused himself, claiming that a poker game was calling him. Drum strolled through the streets alone after he said good night to her on the porch. He took in the feel of the town and decided he liked it. Anderson’s Glen seemed a safe place and, in a strange way, it felt almost like home. He knew people here, even if some of them didn’t remember him.
Something else had changed. Men tipped their hats to him and women smiled. They’d say things like, “Evening, Ranger” and “Nice night.” It seemed the badge he wore didn’t just frighten outlaws, it was a welcome sight to those on the right side of the law.
He closed the door to his room and stripped his clothes off without turning up the lamp. Then he lay on the bed and relaxed. There was nothing he could do until dawn, when he planned to saddle up and go to the Apache camp to see Sage. After warning her, he thought he’d ride back with her to town. Maybe somewhere along the way he’d have enough time alone with her to remind her that she was still alive.
As he passed into dreams, he rolled to his side and reached for her as he had every night since they’d been together.
CHAPTER 32
S
AGE TURNED HER HORSE TOWARD THE WATER AND splashed across the stream, not caring that it was midnight and her actions would wake up half the camp. Her grandfather had been his usual impossible self, refusing to take any medicine that wasn’t made the Apache way. He had a bad chest infection that could easily move into pneumonia. To make matters worse, he’d decided to sleep out beneath the stars, since it was the first clear night in a week.
AGE TURNED HER HORSE TOWARD THE WATER AND splashed across the stream, not caring that it was midnight and her actions would wake up half the camp. Her grandfather had been his usual impossible self, refusing to take any medicine that wasn’t made the Apache way. He had a bad chest infection that could easily move into pneumonia. To make matters worse, he’d decided to sleep out beneath the stars, since it was the first clear night in a week.
When she’d objected, he’d ignored her plea and told her that a man on a black horse waited for her on the other side of the stream. She knew it had to be Drummond. Her grandfather wouldn’t have let anyone else near the camp.
Sage decided she might as well go see what Roak wanted, because between worrying about her grandfather and worry over what bad news Drummond brought, she’d get no sleep.
When she reached his campsite, he stood and offered to help her down. She ignored his hands and jumped to the ground. “Why didn’t you just ride into the winter camp? Grandfather knows you’re a friend of the family. I told him all about how you saved me.”
Drum smiled. “Your grandfather may have welcomed me, but a few of the braves still remember years ago when I used to pilfer their game. I figured he’d tell you I was here. The old man keeps up with everything that happens around him.”
She moved to the campfire for warmth, and he offered her coffee. They sat across from one another. He told her all that Luther had given the Rangers about Count Hanover’s condition, and she told him about her grandfather’s health. They talked easily, sometimes finishing each other’s thoughts. The days of traveling together had changed them, she thought. They’d become friends. True friends.
“So,” she said when her coffee was finished. “What’s the plan? You just going to hang around to see if anyone comes for me?”
“Something like that.”
She shook her head. “I got a better one. I can take care of myself. Go back to the Rangers. Hanover will never find me here and, if he does, I’ll be ready for him.”
“I—”
She didn’t let him finish. “I’m not your worry, Drummond. I never have been. We’re friends. That’s all. If I ever need you, I’ll send word, just like if you need me, you let me know.” She stood and moved to her horse. She had her life planned out here, and she didn’t need a bodyguard following her around.
“I need you,” he said so low he wasn’t sure she heard him. “God, how I need you, Sage.”
She froze. How could she tell him? That night in the stairwell had been a mistake. She’d just been pretending, living out a fantasy with the ghosts in her life. It hadn’t been him she was kissing. She thought he’d understood that.
He moved behind her. She didn’t have to turn around. She could feel the warmth of his body. His nearness had always attracted her like a magnet, but her mind knew there could never be anything between them.
“If you were older, you’d know it’s not that simple. You can’t just say you need me and expect me to react.”
“I’m old enough,” he brushed his hand over her shoulder. “And it is that simple.”
She shook her head. “No, it’s not.”
“Stay with me tonight. Just sleep beside me like we did on the trail. I need to hold you.” He hated himself for asking, but he had to try.
“No.” She couldn’t turn around. She knew she was hurting him. She should have stopped this the first time he’d kissed her when he was still more boy than man.
She expected him to argue, to ask again, but he moved away.
She waited until she’d climbed on her horse before looking back, knowing that her refusal may have ended the friendship they’d built. Why couldn’t he understand that this wasn’t about him, but her? She wasn’t brave enough to take the loss of another love. Her love for adventure didn’t cross to her heart. The pain was too great. For once in her life, she had to play it safe, and getting involved with a wild gunfighter was definitely not playing it safe.
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