The Cowboy's Surprise Bride. Linda Ford
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would be wonderful if he did. I pray he will.”
“In the meantime, you have his care, but who is his legal guardian?”
“I am.”
“By whose authority?”
“His father signed the papers naming me such.”
Eddie quirked an eyebrow, perhaps in disbelief. “It surprises me he cared enough to do so.”
“He didn’t. I asked him to do it.”
Both his eyebrows rose and Linette allowed herself a little smugness at having surprised him.
“You seem to have thought this through.”
“You might be surprised at how carefully I consider my choices.”
His pause filled the air with quivering tension. “And yet you still do them.”
She ignored the slight sarcasm.
“Cassie has no family she could appeal to?”
“What is this? Trying to find alternate arrangements for your guests?”
He looked at her with annoyance. “No need to be rude. I’m only trying to learn as much as I can.”
For a moment she silently challenged him. But he was right. The man deserved to be treated better. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. To answer your question, Cassie has no family she’s willing to admit to. I know she complains a lot and Grady is still afraid of everything, but I promise I will do my best to—”
“I’m not trying to get rid of you. I said you’re welcome until spring. Rest assured, I won’t withdraw my word.”
She wondered when the deadline had shifted from improved weather to spring but wasn’t about to question God’s good favor. “It’s good to know I can count on it.” There was so much more she wanted to say. How much she’d enjoyed seeing the vast plains of the Northwest. How she’d felt free for the first time in her life. How she didn’t mind the crowded conditions of the cabin because it felt cozy. How she couldn’t keep from wanting to help those in distress. Instead, she turned the conversation to less controversial topics. “You said you met Kootenai Brown. He sounds like an interesting man. Tell me about him.”
Eddie relaxed, stretching his legs out and angling back in the chair. “Kootenai Brown has been in the western territories for twenty years or more. In that time, he has established quite a reputation, if one were to believe all the stories told about him. Soldier, gold miner, police constable, wolfer, whiskey trader. Tales say that he was captured by Sitting Bull and escaped. Another says he murdered a man in Fort Benton. Still another claims he was shot in the back by a Blackfoot arrow, pulled it out himself and treated the wound with turpentine.”
Linette watched Eddie as he spun tale after tale of a man larger than life. Some of the stories were undoubtedly exaggerated. Eddie’s eyes flashed with humor as he talked. His mouth gentled and his voice carried a rich timbre. And as she listened, she came to a firm conviction. “I can’t go back.”
Eddie blinked and seemed to pull his thoughts toward her words. “Are you really Linette Edwards?”
Her chin came up and her eyes stung with defiant challenge. “Of course I am Linette Edwards. Why would you doubt it? Who do you think I am?”
He took his time answering. “You aren’t dressed like the daughter of wealthy man.”
She laughed. She’d managed to confound him and it pleased her to no end. “I traded my fine dresses for practical ones at Fort Benton.”
He didn’t seem to care that his eyes revealed doubt.
She smiled. “I’m grateful for the few months I’ll be able to enjoy this vast country.”
The door rattled as if a person sought entrance.
She turned. “Is someone there?”
Eddie chuckled. “You might have cause to hate the country before the winter is out. That, Miss Edwards, is the wind knocking at the door.”
He looked a totally different man when he relaxed and smiled. Handsome, kindly and appealing. She caught her thoughts and pushed them into submission. Yet one lingered long enough to be heard. Sharing his company throughout the winter might be pleasant enough.
His smile deepened and his eyes darkened.
She ducked away, pretending to examine an imaginary spot on her skirt.
“Hear the snow against the window?” he asked.
Glad to leave the awkward moment, she turned toward the window. Wet white flakes plopped against the glass with a definite platt sound.
“Come have a look.” Eddie pulled himself into action with the grace of a young kitten.
She followed him to the door. When he slipped a coat over his shoulders, she did the same. As they stepped out into the night air, she was glad she’d traded her gold locket for the heavy coat even though it was too large. She pulled it tight around her neck and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Large flakes of snow, driven by the wind, stuck to the side of the cabin. She lifted her face and let flakes land on her cheeks. Cold and refreshing. She put out her tongue and laughed at how the snow tasted.
Eddie chuckled.
She closed her mouth and swallowed. “It’s so clean and fresh.”
“If it keeps up all night, it will be deep and dangerous.”
“But we are safe and warm.”
“My cattle aren’t.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be selfish. What will happen to them?”
“The wind will drive them, hopefully, into a place of shelter. Then we’ll have to find them and push them out.”
“Why can’t you leave them there?”
“We can if the snow isn’t deep, but if it is, cattle can’t dig through it. They’ll starve. We’ve been moving them down, but this snow is earlier than expected.”
“Then I will pray you’ll be able to get your cows to a safe place.”
“I will pray the same.”
It made her feel as if he valued her offer. It made her feel as if they were partners in some small way. Linette wished she could see him better and gauge if he felt even a fraction of the same connection.
“It’s cold. We better go inside.”
His words were her answer. He obviously did not wish to prolong the moment.
* * *
Eddie rolled up in his buffalo robe and got comfortable on the floor. He’d slept on the ground many times, often out in the cold. In comparison, this was warm and pleasant. If the temperature dropped too low, he would put more wood on the fire during the night.
He lay on his back listening to the women murmur. He could make out enough to follow their conversation.
“Where did you go?” Cassie’s voice carried its perennial sharpness.
“Just outside the door.”
“What for? You two got secrets?”
Eddie groaned. Cassie seemed bent on seeing evil and inconvenience at every turn. He wondered if Linette would scold her.
But Linette laughed softly. “I wanted to see the snow.”
“You’re twenty years old. Surely you’ve seen snow before.”
“Not like this. It was so quiet you could hear each flake hit the ground. And the wind sighed as if carrying the snow had become too much of an effort.”
Eddie clasped his hands under his head and listened unashamedly. Linette