The Long Trail Home (28 page)

Sam finished up the note and folded it in half again. “Yes, she does, but I figure she'll tire of that once she begins havin' children.”

Abby stood and plucked the note from his hand. “And when do you think that will be?”

Sam stood, pulled off his suit coat, and hung it on the back of his chair. “I'd say about nine months from today, wouldn't you?”

“I think you're right about that.” Abby sashayed across the empty ballroom and slid the folded doily note under the door. She watched as it was immediately tugged through from the other side.

She waltzed back over and slipped her hand into Sam's. “Well, Mr. S. Houston Fortune, how soon will it be before Rebekah brings Rev. Colton?” she quizzed.

“I told her she needed to bring Amber, a marriage license, and Rev. Colton within an hour, or we're all goin' to be in big trouble,” Sam reported.

Sam held her arm tight and began to stroll the big empty ballroom.

“And just what are we going to do for a whole hour, Sam Fortune?”

He could feel her soft, warm fingers laced into his thick, calloused ones. He raised them to his lips and brushed them with a kiss. “I think, Abigail O'Neill Gordon, that we'd better keep walking!”

Look for Robert Fortune's story in

Book Four of the

Fortunes of the Black Hills Series