The Doctor's Newfound Family. Valerie Hansen

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all I know. I didn’t see everything that happened but I do know that Mrs. Reese managed to shoot their attacker before she fell, too.”

      “I suppose it was a robbery gone terribly wrong,” the doctor said. “What I don’t understand is why a refined couple like that was out wandering this neighborhood at night.”

      Behind him, the girl stirred and moaned. Taylor passed Mathias to Abe Warner and grasped her delicate hand. As her eyes fluttered open, he was struck by the flecks of golden color in her beautiful, green gaze.

      She blinked, managed to focus, and tried immediately to sit up.

      Taylor gently restrained her. “Lie still. You’ve had a bad shock and you need a few more moments to gather your wits before you try to stand.”

      Her eyes widened, misted. “Mama and Papa are both gone, aren’t they?”

      Taylor knew better than to lie to her. “Yes. I’m afraid so. Are you the eldest of their children?”

      She continued to stare at the ceiling of the dimly lit room and act as if she hadn’t comprehended.

      “Miss?” Taylor chafed her wrist in his hands to help revive her. “Miss? Can you hear me?”

      He saw her gather herself, mentally, before she answered, “Yes,” and again endeavored to rise. This time he assisted her and carefully helped her down from the bar. She seemed steadier on her feet than he’d expected, so he released her.

      To his surprise, she squared her shoulders, lifted her chin and addressed him boldly. “Thank you for your efforts on behalf of my parents, Doctor. I left home in a rush and neglected my reticule but perhaps my father’s purse contains enough to satisfy your fee.” She paused briefly then added, “Unless he has been robbed.”

      “Do you think that’s what led to this?”

      “Of course,” she replied, yet there was something odd in her expression. Something that alerted the doctor to the possibility that she was hiding something.

      “Would you like me to help you make final arrangements?” Taylor asked.

      “Thank you, but that won’t be necessary,” Sara Beth answered. “I’m sure Mr. Warner can assist me.”

      “Well, please accept my condolences. If there is anything I can do for you in the future, feel free to call upon me. My office is located at the corner of California and Montgomery streets, above the Wells Fargo & Co. office.” He withdrew a card from his vest pocket and presented it to her. “My name is Taylor Hayward.”

      For a brief moment, he thought she might refuse to take the card. Then, she pocketed it without comment.

      The doctor turned to Abe Warner. “Can you handle everything in here for now?”

      “We’ll be fine.” The apple-cheeked old man gave a wistful smile. “If I can manage my mischievous monkeys and all the birds and other critters in here, a few little boys won’t cause me no trouble.”

      Taylor hoped Abe was right. He had an unsettled feeling about leaving the children in the elderly man’s care, yet it looked as if their sister was old enough and wise enough to eventually provide a stable home for them.

      She was an extraordinary young woman, he mused. Her fortitude in the face of disaster was not only unusual, it was inspiring. Most women he had encountered, of any age, were flighty and prone to getting the vapors over the littlest fright or disappointment. Miss Sara Beth Reese had fainted, yes, but for good reason. And she had quickly pulled herself together and regained her sensibilities in a way that truly amazed him.

      Polite society required that he keep his distance unless summoned, of course, but he would nevertheless try to stay abreast of the little family’s circumstances. Taylor had had the benefit of the support of both his parents all his life and he couldn’t imagine how he’d have managed without his father’s wise counsel and his mother’s tempering gentleness and abiding Christian faith.

      He glanced back at the Reese children as he stepped outside. They had gathered around their big sister and were clinging to her as if she were the only lifeline from a sinking ship. He hoped—and prayed—that that was not so. There were many opportunities in San Francisco these days, but there were also many pitfalls and dangers, especially for a young, pretty woman with no family elders to advise and cosset her.

      As Sara Beth comforted the boys and dried their eyes, she wondered why she, too, was not weeping. She wanted to cry but the tears would not come. Perhaps that was because she still could not force herself to believe her mama and papa were gone forever. Oh, she believed in heaven. That wasn’t the problem. Her question was how a benevolent Heavenly Father could have allowed her and the boys to be left so alone.

      “I shall need to return home soon,” she told Abe Warner. “Will you escort us?”

      “I’d be obliged,” he said, “but I can’t leave my store with all these goings-on outside. There’ll be the law to deal with and then—”

      “Will you then arrange for a proper funeral?” Sara Beth asked. “I wouldn’t know how to begin.”

      “Of course, of course. Your pastor should be notified, too. What church do you attend?”

      “First Congregational,” she said. “At least, Mama and I went and took the boys. Papa never seemed to have the time. He was always working.”

      “That reminds me,” Abe said, frowning. “You’ll need to make sure that that workshop of his is secure. Lock it up good and tight, if you know what I mean. There’ll have to be an accounting and you wouldn’t want to come up short.”

      “I don’t know a thing about that, either,” Sara Beth said. “Papa brought the gold dust samples home and assayed them all by himself. None of us were permitted to even watch from outside a window. What shall I do?”

      “Leave everything just as it sits,” Abe advised. “Whoever assigned him to do the assay work will surely contact you and make further arrangements.” He shook his head pensively. “Always did seem a mite reckless to me, trusting outsiders to handle the dust—even a little of it. Then again, they say there wasn’t room for the entire operation under one roof at the mint yet, and your papa was an honest man. He’d had that job ever since Moffat and Company sold to Curtis and Ward, hadn’t he?”

      “I—I think so.” She rubbed her temples. “I’m sorry, Mr. Warner. I can’t seem to concentrate at the moment.”

      “It’s the shock, I reckon. You’re right about needin’ to get on home and take it easy. I’ll arrange for someone to drive you.”

      “No, no. We can walk. I don’t have the price of a private hack and I don’t know when I’d be able to repay you.”

      “There’s someone close by who has his own buggy. Never you fear. He won’t charge a penny.”

      “But—”

      “No argument, girl. I think he’s still outside. I’ll go talk to him and be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”

      Mathias tugged on her skirt to get her attention. “Are we goin’ home, Sara Beth?”

      “Yes, dear. As soon as we can.”

      “What about…?” His lower lip began to quiver as he gazed out the open door.

      “Mr. Warner will take care of things for us here,” she said, realizing that her real problems were only just beginning. “We need to get on home. I’ll fix some nice pancakes. You’ll feel better after you eat.”

      Although she knew that it now fell to her to hold the family together, she had absolutely no idea how she was going to accomplish that feat.

      Yes, she knew how to keep house and do the same things her mother had always done, such as sew and prepare meals.

      But those were the least of her worries, weren’t


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