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A Sheriff’s Heart – A Clean Western Historical Romance

Chapter One

The napkin in Hettie’s hands was nearly ripped to shreds before she noticed she was pulling it apart. She stopped, felt her cheeks flush and looked around to see if anyone had
noticed
. She licked her lips and looked back out the window at the passing scenery. She was leaving everything behind, her father, brother and uncle, her best friend and her dream of being the schoolteacher for the town she grew
up in
.

She was nervous but knew what needed to
be done
. The man she was going to meet and marry had given her father enough money to get the store out of the red and into the black. She needed to be strong and accept that things had to change.

At 24, she had never expected to leave her home and travel across the
country
to marry a stranger. But it was apparently her lot in life. God must have decided this for her or she wouldn’t have felt as compelled to go when her father mentioned it. He’d shown her the ad and asked if she would be willing to make that kind of change. The war had put an economic strain on their small
town,
and the store was beginning to fail. Although her family were all supporters of President Lincoln, it didn’t put money in their accounts.

James Banks had placed the ad. He was Sheriff of the town of Elko, in Nevada, and was looking for a bride. He was willing to help them financially if she would agree to travel there and marry him. She had accepted.

It was four weeks ago that the prospect of this adventure
was placed
before Hettie. Her mother had died when she was only
twelve;
she barely remembered her. She had grown up in the loving,
firm
care of her father and uncle, her mother’s brother. Her older brother of two years had also vowed to protect her throughout her life and had held true to that statement, keeping her safe from harm whenever it approached. And it had.

Hettie was fully aware of the methods of men. She had sometimes
been accused
of being too rough, though she was a small, fit young lady, with long blond hair that waved around her
petite
face. Her eyes sparkled an aquamarine blue and were framed by long dark blond eyelashes. She had small red lips and high cheekbones. She certainly didn’t look rough on the outside.

She wondered what James
was like
. A Sheriff. She guessed he might have a lot of rough characters he had to deal with regularly. She hoped he wasn’t a big, tough man. She didn’t want to be fighting for the rest of her life. That sounded miserable.

She was working herself into a frenzy. She pulled in a deep breath and relaxed her muscles. She would have a headache by the time she got there if she wasn’t careful. That was the last thing she needed.

“Are you all right, dear?” the elderly woman sitting next to her leaned forward and looked up into her eyes. Hettie gave the woman a smile and nodded.

“I am, thank you.”

“You look very nervous. Is this your first time on the train?”

“I did a little traveling with my father when I was
younger,
” Hettie confessed. “But
this time,
I am traveling alone. I’m not a
little girl
anymore. But I feel like one inside.”

The woman nodded emphatically. “I can understand that, sweetie. You are off on your
own
adventure then?”

“Yes, I’m going
to the West
to start a new life.”

“
Oh,
my. Leaving all you knew behind, are you?”

“Yes.”

The woman nodded, put a hand forward and rested it on Hettie’s “I’m Ester
Canaberry
. What’s your name?”

“Hettie Longfield.”

“Well, it’s good to meet you, Hettie. Do you know where you will be living when you get to the West?”

“Elko. I’ll be wed to the Sheriff there.”

“How interesting.” Ester nodded, taking her hand back and resting it in the other small wrinkled one on her lap. The knitting needles she had been using clinked when she set her hands down. “Do you know how to knit?” She asked, glancing down.

“I do.” Hettie nodded.

“Would you like to do some with me while we travel?”

Hettie had to smile again. She nodded without a word and lifted her hands to receive the work Ester had been
working on
. She inspected it. “Is it a bonnet?”

“It is. It’s for my great grand baby girl, Mona. I am also traveling to Nevada, but not Elko. That’s where my daughter lives now. She went there in the same fashion as you.”

Hettie’s eyes opened wide. “Isn’t that a coincidence?”

Ester tilted her head. “Yes, it does seem so.”

Ester’s stop was before Hettie’s, so she spent the last hour riding by herself. She had finished the bonnet for Ester, who praised the work vehemently, making Hettie blush furiously. She was relieved to hear that her stop was next and gathered her bag in her lap, retrieving her coat from where she had set it next to her. She certainly didn’t need it. The air was
very warm
and dry.

She
patiently
waited until she
was given
permission to depart. She looked out through the window at the platform outside. It
was deserted
. She pulled in a deep breath, stood up and walked out of the cabin.

She was the only one leaving the
train,
but
there were several people getting
on. She watched them when she stepped off as they said goodbye to their friends or family. It made her miss her brother and father.

A couple was coming toward her with attentive looks. She straightened her spine and made sure
a pleasant
look was on her face. They didn’t look
very happy,
but they also didn’t
look
unfriendly. She was confused by their presence and prepared herself for whatever might be coming her way.

“Hello!” The woman was the first one to greet her. She was tall, slender and dressed in a single layer dress, tall boots that reached halfway up her calves and was carrying a parasol with bright colors on it. Hettie had to assume it was to keep the sun from bursting down too much on the woman’s head because there was not a single chance of rain. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

“Hello,
” Hettie responded, smiling at the woman and reaching out to take her hand.

“You are Hettie?”

“I am.”

The woman nodded and looked back at the man she
was with
. He was tall, muscled and looked like he wanted to turn around and run right then and there. Hettie was somewhat amused, wondering if he was the man she was to marry. He certainly didn’t have the countenance of a Sheriff. She suddenly envisioned herself taking over as Sheriff of the town in his place. She lifted her hand to hide a giggle.

“This is John, my husband. I am Elizabeth
Bannerman,
but you can call me Liz. We are here to pick you up. Are you prepared? Do you have your bags?”

“This is what I have here.” She gestured to the two luggage bags sitting next to her.

Liz looked up at John and nodded. He gave her a distinct look, leaned down and picked up the bags. Without saying a word, he turned and went back toward the edge of the platform, where six steps would take them down to the parking area. Hettie saw a pretty yellow carriage waiting there, with two horses leading it that looked tall and majestic.

“Very nice
carriage,
” Hettie said, admiringly.

“Why, thank you, Hettie.”

Once they were in the carriage, Hettie tried not to mention the tension between the husband and wife.
It was so thick; Hettie thought she would be able to cut it with a knife.
She looked from one to the other. He was looking out the window, his jaw set. She was smiling at Hettie with a nervous look.

“May I ask why James did not come to get me?” Hettie
asked
in a small voice. She was a strong
woman,
but the pressure in the room was palpable.

John made a strange, grunting sound in his throat and Liz cast him a look before dropping her eyes.

“You need to tell her before we get there, Liz. You can’t leave her in the dark.”

“I’m sorry?” Suddenly Hettie was afraid she had made
a bad
decision answering the ad. She peered at both of them, settling her eyes on Liz’s
friendly
eyes to calm herself.

Liz sighed deeply and leaned forward. She put her hands on Hettie’s knees and looked at her pleadingly.

“John is upset because I…you…well, you see, John and I decided to play matchmaker.”

“This is you, Liz.” John shook his head. “I was skeptical.”

“You didn’t have any problems with it before, John.”

“I changed my mind.”

“It’s too late for
that,
and you know it.”

“Please tell me what’s going on.” Hettie pleaded, taking Liz’s hands and squeezing them gently.

Liz pressed her lips together in an attempt to give Hettie a reassuring look. “I placed the ad and sent for you, dear. James is my
brother,
and I feel he has been alone long enough.”

“How long has he been alone?” Hettie
asked,
the tightness in her chest loosening just a little with the
secure
sound of Liz’s voice.

“A little over three years. And you have never been married?”

“No. In his
…
your letter, you didn’t mention how old James is.”

“He’s 29.”

Hettie was relieved he wasn’t too much older than she was. “Has he any children?”

“No.”

“Did you tell her anything at all about James in your letter, Liz?” John sounded annoyed but looked less stressed than he had a few minutes before.

Liz looked at him. “
Of course
I did, John! I just…did
n’t
mention those things.”

“So you just described him and said he’s the Sheriff?”

Liz ignored him and looked at Hettie again. “He’s got a good heart, Hettie, you don’t need to be afraid of him. He won’t hurt
you,
and he’s not in the saloons or bars
much,
so you don’t have to worry about that. He doesn’t spend any time with the women in town either. He has a lot of…” She
stopped,
and her face flushed a little as her emotions got a hold of her. “He has a lot of memories that it’s difficult for him to get
rid of
. I think a fresh start with a new woman will do him some good.”

Hettie rolled that statement around in her mind. She agreed that
a fresh start
was always a good idea, especially when things got tough. But she’d been deceived and wasn’t sure how she felt about it. If James wasn’t the man who had paid her family and it had been Liz instead, that meant her preconceived perception of him was flawed. In fact, she had never communicated with him at all. She had no clue what he would
be like
.

Plus, Liz was fond of saying the word “I
.”
She had made all the decisions here. What kind of person was her brother?

Hettie moved her eyes to John, who was looking out the window again. He glanced at her just when she looked at
him,
and she dropped her eyes.
He
didn’t
look
nearly as upset now. He kept his eyes on her for a few more moments, considering her. Then he looked back out the window with a thoughtful gaze. She couldn’t help wondering what he was thinking.

Liz leaned forward again, getting her attention. “Don’t you worry, Hettie. I like the way you look. You are sweet and
kind;
I can tell. James will love you. You’ll see!”

Hettie just smiled at her.

Chapter Two

By the time the carriage pulled up in front of a
two-story
house, Hettie had worked herself up again. She was worried that with this turn of events, James might be displeased with her and she would end up in a miserable and unhappy marriage. She was so hoping for love. The thought of it sounded distant to her at that point.

“Okay, here we are.” Liz
sounded
a little apprehensive herself. John stepped down from the carriage and rounded it to open the door for the women. He helped Liz out first, then Hettie. He went to the back of the carriage to unstrap the two bags while the women went up the few steps to the porch and crossed to the front door.

Liz opened the first door and knocked on the second.

They waited in silence, Liz
giving Hettie a nod
and a smile, squeezing her arm in the process.

They heard the sound of footsteps on the other side and the door
was
thrown open by a tall man dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt.

“Liz! What are you doing here?” He didn’t sound
unfriendly,
but he didn’t smile at his sister. His eyes settled on
Hettie,
and he blinked, giving her the once-over. “And who might this be?
New
member of the community? Hello, I’m James, the local Sheriff. I have to say you don’t look like the type to make trouble for my little town.”

Hettie smiled shyly and giggled quietly. She didn’t feel very tough around James. He was intimidating and amazingly handsome. In fact, it made her heart do a little
flip,
and her stomach did the same. She took his extended
hand,
and he bowed to her. “I’m
Hettie,
” she responded. “It’s good to meet you, James.”

“There’s
actually
something interesting about her arrival that you should know,
James,
” Liz said. She smiled her biggest smile and tried to look as
positive
as possible.

James stared at her during the brief pause, his smile freezing on his face. “What is it, Elizabeth?”

His use of her formal name made Hettie lose her smile and catch her breath.

“I…well, I brought Hettie here from the East. To…to be a companion for you. A bride. A new wife.”

How many ways was she going to say it? Hettie suddenly felt like a piece of meat
being bargained upon
. The look on James’ face had changed.
He didn’t look so friendly now.

“Elizabeth.” His voice had dropped several octaves. “Elizabeth, what have you done?”

Hettie felt Liz’s hand on her
arm
squeeze tighter than before.
Oh no
, she thought. James took a step toward them and Liz instinctively backed up, pulling Hettie with her.

“You need someone to bring you out of your
mourning
, James. You’ve been in pain for too long.”

“So you reckoned you’d put yourself in the middle of my life and make decisions for me? You decided for my life, what I need and who I need
in
it? Do you realize that you are my younger sister? I am not a little child to be coddled and manipulated!” James’ voice was rising. Hettie lowered her head and glanced
behind
them to see John had put her bags back on the carriage and was leaning against it, his head down and his hands tucked in the pockets of his jeans. He had a sorrowful look on his face and didn’t make a move to come up on the porch to defend them.

She moved her eyes back to the front and waited to see what Liz would say or do now.

“James! You can’t possibly take this attitude right now, right here in front of this woman. She’s traveled a long way and is probably tired and hungry.”

James leaned forward and looked directly at his sister. “And who was it that made her that way? You brought her
here. Y
ou take care of her!” He stepped back into his house and slammed the door shut.

“Oh!” Liz gasped and put one hand up against her throat. When she looked at Hettie, she had tears in her eyes. Hettie was taller than Liz and looked down at her with gentle eyes, putting one hand on Liz’s. “Oh, Hettie! I am stunned.
I am so sorry.
I couldn’t have known he would react like this.”

“Liz,
” Hettie whispered. “What do I do now? Must I go home? Will you want your money back?”

“No.” It wasn’t Liz who answered. Liz was becoming a bundle of
tears,
and they both turned when it was John who answered. He was coming toward them now, holding one hand out, not to his wife, but to Hettie. “You will
come stay
with us, at least for tonight and we will sort this out. We aren’t about to abandon you here when this is all our fault.”

“
Oh,
John.” Liz went toward her
husband,
and he gathered her in his arms. He nodded at Hettie and took Hettie’s hand. He led her back to the carriage, never taking his arm from his wife’s shoulders.

Liz cried the entire way to their house, which was about ten minutes away down a dirt road lined with trees and houses set far back from the road. Hettie felt
bad
for her. She was wrestling with her
own
emotions but did not feel like crying. She was aghast at the behavior of the Sheriff. Perhaps Liz did interfere with her brother’s life a little too
much,
and
perhaps
he was getting weary of it. But to treat a complete stranger in such a way. What could his excuse possibly be?

James stomped furiously back to his sitting room and threw himself in the big cushioned chair he liked to sit in. He could not believe the nerve of his sister. He put together a string of curse words in his mind and then shook them off.

“I’m sorry, Lord!” He groaned, sitting forward and placing his hands clasped in front of his forehead. “I just don’t see how she could do something like this! It’s not her place! I don’t need another wife! I don’t need more pain and fear! Lord, why would she do this to me?”

His mind filled with his first wife, the memory of her face, her smile, her laughter. She had
been gone
over
three
years,
and he couldn’t shake the misery. He didn’t believe it had changed his behavior in the other aspects of his life. He still kept law and order in this town, kept out the riff-raff and the scoundrels, the thieves and any hostile Indians that might stray onto their property. There were very few problems with the local Indians. This town had been fortunate enough to escape the anger and frustration some towns
were plagued with
.

Saloon fights and issues with
unruly
men with the women in town were the main problems he
dealt with
. It wasn’t stressful in Elko on a typical day. James counted that as a blessing. The more problems he dealt with, the more his anger came out. As a Sheriff, he couldn’t exactly avoid the problems. So his anger had only grown over the years.

He had killed the man who killed his wife. But it hadn’t stopped the pain. She had
been killed
for only one reason. She was the Sheriff’s wife. After a long time behind prison bars in Ireland, a migrant had crossed the ocean
simply
to begin killing people in America, specifically law enforcement and their families. One of his victims was Annie, John’s dear wife. She had only been 24 years old. He was 25 when the tragedy happened. Almost four years later, he could still see her beautiful face, hear her sweet voice and regretted his inability to keep her safe from harm.

He wasn’t going to go through that again. He didn’t care what his sister thought. He didn’t need someone else to care for or to care for him. He was just fine on his own.

He lowered his head to his hands again and fought back tears of sorrow. Liz had opened up that wound all over again. He couldn’t even see the woman he’d met in his mind, couldn’t remember her face. He was blown away by what Liz had done.

“How could she?” He moaned, allowing a few tears to come out before frowning and wiping them angrily away. For the first time in several years, he wanted to
go visit
the saloon until the early hours of the morning.

But he’d made a vow to himself
and to
the town, though they didn’t know it, that he would not turn into a raging drunk, stumbling around town pretending to keep the peace while creating the chaos. He was stronger than that.

And he didn’t need a woman on his arm to prove it.

Hettie found herself fairly on her own when they got to Liz and John’s house, at least for a few moments. The Bannerman home was nicely put together, a solid ranch house with two bedrooms, a kitchen, sitting room, dining room and den. She was impressed as soon as she went in. It was obvious that Liz did everything she could to keep the place dust free. It couldn’t have been easy. The air was so dry and dusty. Hettie had the idea dusting was a constant chore.

John helped Liz up into the house and into the sitting room, where Liz dropped herself on a couch, grabbed a large pillow cushion and squeeze it in front of her. Now she was not crying as much as raging against her brother and his behavior. She pounded on the pillow, calling him selfish, a fool, unbelievable.

Liz stood in the foyer waiting
for John
to tell her where to go. She watched him kneel next to his wife, looking up at her. “You must not come down on yourself too much, dear wife. You were only trying to help him get out of the bad mood
he’s been
in for years.”

“Years, John. Years!” She repeated back to him as if he had said “weeks” or “months
.”
He just nodded at her.

“I know. I know.” He lifted one hand and put it against her cheek. “But you know how James is. You know he always reacts quickly to things and then when he takes a step back and looks at things, he calms down. You know he is that way.”

Liz pulled in a breath and swallowed hard. She was looking down at John with tender eyes. “But how could he behave that way in front of Hettie? How can he not know how much that would hurt her?”

“The only reason James acts that way is because he doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt. Liz, we discussed this. It’s not like you and I didn’t take this possibility into account. We will go with the second plan of action. All right?”

Hettie took a step forward, holding her bag in front of her. “Excuse me?” She said. The couple looked up at her. John got to his feet and came toward her with his hands extended which she took.

“Come in here and sit down. How terribly rude after what you’ve just been put through.” He said. He led her to
a near
chair,
and she sat in it.

“You have another plan?” Hettie asked, settling into the comfortable chair after the long train ride and
abrupt
carriage rides. John nodded and moved back to sit next to Liz on the couch. He leaned forward, lacing his fingers through his
wife’s
.

“Yes. Liz and I are going to have a child. We will need someone to care for it. If you are willing to stay on, we will let you live
here,
and you can help out Liz.”

Hettie pressed her lips together. It was not what she had
planned,
but it was
definitely
a good alternative to the only other option, which would be leaving and going back to Virginia. Or going into town and working with those women.

She shuddered. That was not an option. And if she stayed…perhaps she could win over the heart of the handsome Sheriff.