BOOK ONE Prologue Standing in the doorway behind his Ma, Hunter McSwain stared at the small group of people assembled at the kitchen table and sighed. More people meant more work, and he wanted to badly to be a big man that he did it without thought or concern, but he didn’t want these new people to stay. He wanted his father to himself. Seeing movement beyond the blonde woman Hunter focused on the young girl stepping out from behind the woman and felt his heart drop. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, her long black hair was done in braids and her blue eyes sparkled as she glanced at him shyly. A soft smile curved her lips and the coppery tan she had emphasized her features, as she glanced at him then away. They would be friends. He felt sure of it as he stared at her. Indeed he would be blessed to have such a friend. Stepping closer Hunter sat in this chair and glanced across the table at the girl who was sitting so quietly, so perfectly next to another dark haired little boy. Would she introduce herself or should he introduce himself? He wondered then sighed when she shifted, turning to the woman she’d been hiding behind. “Hunter you gonna help me today?” His Ma’s voice had him glancing at her and biting his tongue. He was a man, he should be doing man’s work not stuck in a kitchen washing dishes. “Yes Ma.” Hunter said quickly, noting the paler on his mother’s face. He’d been scared when she revealed that she was expecting another baby, he could remember the tension that came with each of his siblings arrivals, the sickness, the tiredness that haunted his ma and feared that this baby would be no different. “Hunter?” The girl across the table frowned slightly. “That’s an unusual name.” “Indeed.” Hunter replied quickly, he knew where the name had come from, it had been a word that his mother had spoken shortly after he’d been born and it had stuck. It was better than Isaac anyway, he didn’t want anyone to confuse him and his Pa. “This is Jenny and Jacob.” The tall, dark featured man said with a half smile. “And this is my wife Laura, I’m Buck.” “Nice to meet you sir.” Hunter flushed when Jenny smiled at him and ducked his head, he didn’t want to be the sole focus of attention. “Ma’am.” “Hon?” His ma’s voice had him glancing at her slightly. “When are you going into town?” *I’ll go after breakfast.* Pa said quickly with a tolerant smile. *You just take it easy now okay?* “I will.” Ma smiled at his pa and Hunter groaned silently, their mushiness was enough to drive anyone to distraction. From where she sat Jenny Cross stared at Hunter McSwain through her lashes. His dark hair was an unruly mop atop his head, and his blue eyes sparkled with aged wisdom. He sat so still, so respectfully that it was hard to imagine he wasn’t that much older than she was. Indeed watching him she’d think he was small for his age, and he was at least fourteen but no, he was twelve. Or that’s what he’d overheard. Glancing at her Ma she sighed, no matter how she tried Jenny knew she wasn’t going to be anything like her ma in looks, she’d made up for it with her grit as Pa said. Maybe he could show her around the place, not that she expected to stay long. Pa never did stay in one place too long, but it would be nice to have a friend while she was here. Chapter One. “Aunty Lou?” Jenny’s soft voice drew the woman’s attention from where she sat watching the others in the yard. “Yes Jenny?” “Where is everyone?” Jenny asked quietly as Aunty Lou rocked the two babies in the cradle that had been brought out onto the porch to soak up the last of the sunshine while Aunt Sara and Ma were down at the pond to break ice. “Hunter and the boys went up top the hill.” Lou replied leaning back in the chair she occupied and picking up her sewing. Once she’d started doing it on a regular basis it hadn’t taken her long to adapt to the work, instead she had taken longer to learn to cook than to sew. “Oh.” Sitting at her aunt’s feet Jenny stared out over the yard. “Why didn’t they wait for me?” She whispered. “Don’t know.” Lou said studying the young woman. In the months that she’d been around Jenny had gotten to be very close to Hunter, in fact they were nearly inseparable, but sometimes Hunter just needed some space, and the boys often didn’t want a girl tagging along with them when they got into mischief. “I’ll watch the babies for you.” Jenny volunteered easily, feeling the chill in the air. There’d been a slight skiff of snow on the ground already and she was worried about the babies taking sick. “Thank you.” Lou smiled. “So what’s really bothering you Jenny?” “They forgot about me.” Jenny whispered. Everyone of ‘em forgot about me.” “Your Ma and Pa ain’t forgotten you.” “Yes they have. Now it’s Isaac this and Isaac that. If it isn’t Isaac it’s the ranch, or the other kids. Nobody even takes the time to talk to me anymore.” “Maybe they’re just busy.” Lou suggested with a frown. She knew that with two babies and all the work load that was going on it was impossible for anyone to even catch their breath much less take the time to reassure a young girl about her place within the families. “Give it some time, when things slow down you’ll see I’m right.” With a sad nod Jenny rose and headed inside with her brother in her arms. Laying him in front of the fireplace she returned to get her cousin and put her next Isaac, they at least would have each other. Even Hunter, her newest friend, her bestest friend ever had deserted her for the ‘boys’ and their foolish games. Watching the babies Jenny wondered if they’d even care if she wasn’t there. Hearing footsteps she glanced up to see her father and Uncle Ike come in looking like they were deep in conversation over something. Probably talking about the babies or the ranch. She thought spitefully and turned her attention back to Isaac and Carrie. “Hey Jenny.” Buck smiled at his daughter, tussling her hair as he walked past. That damn bull had done a bang up job of breaking the pen down in the eastern pasture and they’d spent the better part of the day fixing it. He wished that he was where Kid was, in a nice safe, office surrounded by lands people and talking taxes. *I swear next time he usts that fence down I’m goin’ to roast him.* Ike groused as he walked into the kitchen to grab a cold drink. *that’s the third time this week he’s done that.* “I don’t get why though. He’s got plenty of grazing, cows, everything that he could want is right there. Makes me think that maybe he’s just not interested in staying put.” Buck said downing a glass of ice cold water. *I don’t know.* Ike signed quickly, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and glancing fearfully around. Sara would have his head if she caught him doing it, she often had to get after the boys for it and he new she hated the habit. “We eatin’ here tonight?” Buck asked glancing around at the covered dishes on the counter. *Looks like it.* Ike smiled at Lou as she stepped into the room. *Where’s the girls?* “At the pond. Hunter said there’d been a bit of ice on it so they went to check it out.” “Sara took Laura to the pond?” Buck asked in amazement. “Laura wouldn’t go to the pond for all the tea in china.” “I don’t know. That’s what Laura told me this morning when they rode out.” “This is getting weird.” Buck glanced at Ike and noted his curious look. “What are they up to.” “I don’t know.” Lou repeated quickly. “But since you’re back and they aren’t. Ike you can cook.” *Why can’t you?* “I’ve got work to do.” Lou said with a smile. “Tomorrow’s lesson plan.” *Women.* Ike glared at Lou’s retreating back and smiled at Buck. *Looks like you can help me with the cooking.* “Ike I ain’t much good in the kitchen. Remember, back in the days of the express Jimmy did most of the cookin’.” “I can help.” Jenny said quickly walking into the kitchen. Maybe then they’d realize just how much she could do. “You got school work to do young lady.” Buck replied quickly with a glance at her. “Besides Ike’s a good cook.” “But I can help.” Jenny repeated. “Jennifer go do your sums.” Buck replied firmly and watched her trounce from the room before turning back to Ike to carry on the conversation from earlier. Hunter shook his head at the younger boy’s antics. Adrian was the only one close to him in age, and even he was acting like a baby. “Come on. We’ve work to do back home.” Hunter snapped impatiently. “Or have you forgotten that Uncle Adrian’s due home tomorrow.” “I ain’t forgotten Pa’s coming home. Just don’t see no point in running home to do school work.” Adrian said from in the tree. “Why don’t you go on without us?” “Because then my Ma would have my hide, and y’all ain’t worth the pain it would mean for me to be skinned alive.” Hunter replied quickly crossing his arms over his chest in much the same way as his Pa did. “Besides that, if you don’t get on home Pa’ll come looking and he’ll bring a switch or something even worse.” The boys glanced at Hunter than at each other, in the time they’d been around they’d never seen Ike McSwain lift a switch to anyone, he could embarrass the hell out of you easily enough, but beat on? Never. Still if he was mad enough, and if they didn’t show up in time for dinner then maybe their Pa’s would come up with a long list of chores to do that were unpleasant. “You sure about that?” “Yep.” Hunter nodded quickly his blue eyes unfathomable as he stared at them. “You sure you just don’t want to get back to make eyes at Jenny?” Adrian laughed at Hunter’s dark look. “After all we did leave her behind.” “Just move it.” Hunter replied and turned to head home. “I’d hate to send Pa after you.” “We’re coming.” Jacob declared and quickly squirmed out of the tree to join the older boy on the ground. Scampering after Hunter who’d started back toward the ranch’s main houses Jacob had to admit that Hunter was right, no matter what happened there was always something to be done and playing around didn’t make things any easier. Dinner that evening was held at the McSwain house, the large table was full of the three families, babies, kids, husbands and wives all sat around bickering and laughing as they devoured the meal. Little was said of where Sara and Laura had disappeared to, they’d both come back looking like they’d been working hard, a sure sign to just leave them alone. *I figure we’ve got another couple of weeks of this warm weather before the snow really sets in.* Ike signed quickly a glance at Sara revealing only mild irritation at the thought of her flower’s being buried under the snow. *I figure we should take the army up on their offer.* “Of what?” Lou asked pausing with her fork half way to her mouth. She didn’t particularly care for the army and it showed. “You mean sell ‘em a few steers for the local tribes?” Sara asked quickly. *Sure. That way they won’t have any reason to attack the villages once winter sets in and we’ll have peace and quiet.* Ike signed easily. *Besides we’ve got about a hundred head that’s just fattening up for our use. I don’t know ‘bout you but after a while even beef loses its interest.* “I suppose we could use the money. That would mean we’d have to drive them to market.” Sara spoke slowly, softly. As though her thoughts were being worked out as she spoke. “But that don’t make sense. This late in the season the drive would be suicide.” “Maybe not. What if we sold ‘em to the army with the condition that we drive ‘em out to the reservations? That way we could make sure that the tribes get the meat without the extra burden of driving those few head all the way to Omaha.” Buck suggested with a  glance at his wife. “It would mean being on the road for three, maybe four days but it would be worth it.” “Lou?” Sara glanced at Louise who glanced back at her before glancing at the others. When Kid wasn’t home it was usually Lou who made the decisions about their share of the ranch. “As long as Kid’s back here before the snow flies too hard I’ll agree.” “Okay.” Buck agreed. “I’ll send a wire in the morning that way we can get an answer back as soon as possible and have the cattle delivered and be back before winter really sets in.” “Sounds like a plan.” Lou shrugged. “Gives Kid a couple of days rest before he has to leave again.” “Louise.” Sara smiled at her easily. “Pass the butter.” Flushing slightly at Sara’s knowing look Lou passed the small dish to her friend and turned the topic of conversation away from herself to the studies that she’d laid out for the children for the next day. Watching them Jenny sank further down into her chair, a strange burning in the back of her eyes. They hadn’t even noticed that she’d put her good dress on, not one of ‘em. Feeling more alone than she had ever felt before she glanced across the table at the empty chair where Hunter usually sat, he was absent for some reason and it rankled. Nobody seemed to care that she was even alive! Hearing fast moving steps she glanced up and sighed, Hunter came into the room and plunked down in his chair to pick up his fork without once looking at her. Studying him through her lashes, Jenny sighed. What was going on? Why was she suddenly so invisible? Once the meal was over Jenny gratefully rose and started clearing dishes only to be waved away from that chore by her Aunt Sara. Staring at them she sighed, and turned to head for her house. She’d do her homework then she’d go to bed. No sense in sitting up talking to folks if they didn’t want her around. Glancing at the soft click of the house door Hunter frowned, he could have sworn Jenny was here just a minute ago. Heading for the kitchen he sighed, looked like she’d been sent opt do her homework and if he didn’t want to wind up in the kitchen doing sums he’d best find a hidey hole somewhere. Jenny had been pretty quiet during supper; she hadn’t even glanced at him at all. He wondered briefly if she was getting sick? There’d been rumors that some of the kids in town were coming down with a nasty cold and that kept them from attending school. If she wasn’t feeling good then she’d have said something, he thought for a second before Adrian jostled him and held up a sheet of paper. “Looks like we’re doing advanced sums.” Adrian growled. “It ain’t enough that we’re already doing twice the workload of everyone here, we’re stuck doing advanced sums.” “Quit bellyaching.” Hunter smiled at him. “Just think you could be washing dishes.” Paling at the thought, Adrian sat down at the smaller table and bent over the paper to do his figures. He hated doing woman’s work almost as much as he hated to do book work. Sitting next to him, Hunter reluctantly turned his thoughts away from Jenny and over to the figures on the page before him, with only a general thought that he’d see her later anyway. Chapter Two Sitting on the stoop Jenny pasted a smile on her face as the others ran around with some ball that Uncle Kid had brought back from Omaha a remarkable feat considering he’d barely gotten off the horse before children had mugged him, anxiously awaiting promised gifts and other tidbits for their youthful exuberance. She was glad that they were having so much fun, it meant that they were too busy to tease her about whatever it was that they felt like. “You look about as happy as Aunt Lou feels.” Hunter’s voice had her glancing up and she smiled softly. “Why is Aunty Lou unhappy?” Jenny asked quickly.  “Uncle Kid’s home ain’t he?’ “Sure but she’s got to share him with everyone else for a few hours and she’s not happy about that.” Smiling Jenny shrugged. “She’ll get over it tonight.” “So what’s wrong? You not feeling very good?” Hunter asked. “Just tired I guess.” Jenny said. Tired of being ignored, of being treated like she wasn’t part of the group anymore.  “So you figure out what you were planning on doing when you get older?” Jenny knew that for Hunter looking and planning ahead was a way of life. He was much to responsible to dallying in the childish games that Adrian and the other boys played with. After all he said it himself, he was the next in line as man of the house. “I’m going to be a doctor.” Hunter said leaning back. “that way I can help everyone if anyone gets sick.” “Good for you.” “What about you?” “I figure I’ll be a teacher.” Jenny sighed softly. “Or just a wife.” “Well you’re still young yet. Ain’t like you’ve got to make that choice today.” Hunter said and easily caught the ball as it soared toward Jenny’s head. “Come play Hunter.” The boys called, ignoring the girls for the most part despite their attempts to join in. “I’m coming.” Hunter smiled down at her as he rose smoothly. “Why not just go in and have a nap. I’m sure you’ll feel better after you do?” “I might just do that.” Jenny whispered choking on her tears as Hunter trotted off to join in the boy’s play. Despite them being the best of friends, he obviously wanted to spend more time with the boys than with her. Rising she headed inside, her shoulders hunched against the bitterness that was slowly seeping into her body. Maybe if she weren’t here they’d notice her. She thought. Or they might actually welcome it. After all she was just another mouth to feed, a burden on everyone since they didn’t seem to want her help with anything. Even Aunty Lou had chased her off instead of letting her take care of Isaac and Carrie. With a dejected sigh she closed the house door and started up the steps to the loft where she slept. Throwing herself on her bed, Jenny cried silently into her pillow. It hurt to be ignored, and be unwanted but they all had new friends and babies. What did they need her for? Just to get in the way? She wasn’t going to do it. She’d get out of the way if it were the last thing she did. She just had to figure out how. Saddling up in the familiar manner of a rancher, the men made short work of the chores of getting ready for the minor drive even as their wives fussed over them. “Be careful.” Sara warned. “You get hurt and I’ll shoot you myself.” *Yes dear.* Ike smiled and bent to kiss her quickly before swinging into the saddle. A quick glance revealed that the others had followed his lead. Swinging his mount around he moved past the houses with the other two men in place and headed for the pasture to round up the steers before they were driven the few short miles to the reserves. For once the Indians would have meat that the army wouldn’t steal away from them. Watching her father leave Jenny sighed, as was becoming the usual habit she was sitting alone by the porch steps watching everyone moving around. Nobody had even bothered to say goodbye when they left, her Ma was busy putting Isaac down for a nap, Jacob was busy bothering the other boys, even Hunter was busy helping his Ma with stuff. “I hate them.” Jenny whispered angrily. “I hate them all. I wish they’d all just go away.” Rising she turned to stop inside the house, slamming the door and earning a stern lecture from her mother even as Isaac started to fuss. Who cared if the baby cried? She sure didn’t. She didn’t particularly care about anything anymore. A glance at the sky told Sara that snow was coming and she sighed the boys weren’t back yet. In fact they weren’t due back for about two more days and she hoped the snow would hold off until then. “How’s it looking?” Laura’s question had her whirling around to face her friend. “Like snow.” “It wouldn’t be that bad this early in the season would it?” Laura asked knowing Sara would be more familiar with the weather than she was just yet. “I don’t think so. Unless of course the wind picks up then we’re in for a real snow storm.” Sara said as the children all clustered around the fireplace for one of Aunty Lou’s stories. Glancing at the children she frowned, she was missing two of them. With a shake of her head she sighed, Jenny and Hunter. Probably in the barn checking on the animals she thought, Hunter was way to responsible for his age. “So what’s the story about today Ma?” Adrian asked fidgeting as he stared at his mother who smiled and glanced at Sara. “I think Aunty Sara could tell one.” Lou said. “Maybe how she and Ike got together.” “Now Lou.” Laughing at her friend Sara settled into a chair and leaned back, her skirt tucked elegantly over her legs. “It ain’t that interesting.” “Please.” The word was repeated from around the room and Sara nodded with a laugh. “Alright. Now where do I start?” “At the beginning Aunty Sara.” Jacob called with a grin. “That’s a good spot.” “Okay. Well lets see.” Sara paused and glanced up as the door opened and Hunter stepped inside, his cheeks reddened by the cold temperatures but a happy smile on his face. “I was just a young girl when I met Ike for the first time. I’d taken to working for the pony express as a station manager. Figured it was good money to, anyway he was on his first run.” Sara said as the children settled in for the story. Settling on the steps Hunter listened to his ma talking about the first time she’d met Pa and sighed. He never tired of hearing this tale; it was one that was filled with all the things that made a good story. Romance, action, adventure, it was too bad that it was a girl telling it. Glaring at the bed she occupied, Jenny tossed another handful of stuff into a bag and hoisted it to her shoulder. She’d show ‘em, they didn’t need her around anyway. Turning she slipped out of her bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen where she raided the cupboard, taking both loaves of fresh bread, her mother’s dried apples, some jerky, and a few other odds and ends before she reached for her coat and hat. Dressing as warmly as she could, Jenny slipped outside and sucked in a sharp breath as the cold wind sucked the air from in front of her. Wrapping the end of the scarf around her nose and mouth she glanced at the other two houses for a split second, choking back tears as the helpless, lost feeling threatened before stiffening her resolve and heading for the trapper’s cabin. She’s spend the night there than move along till she got to Sweetwater, there she’d catch the train and go live with Aunty Theresa or even Uncle Jeremiah. Putting her head down against the wind she set off at a brisk walk, angry at everything and everyone for ignoring her for weeks. Aunty Lou had said when things settled down that she’d get some attention, well it hadn’t happened. In a few short weeks it would be Christmas and they still hadn’t figured out that she was there. She’d tried to talk to her mother that morning and she’d only gotten monosyllable answers, downhearted she shrugged against the dropping temperature and kept walking. Feeling the first few fat flakes of snow hitting her cheeks, Jenny paused and glanced up. It looked like a snowstorm was in the making if the dark clouds; rapidly dropping temperature and wind that kicked up was any indication. Just what she didn’t need another hurdle to get over? Shuddering under the merciless brunt of the wind’s rage, Jenny struggled along the path, hardly aware of the wind and snow wiping out the tracks she left, or the rapidly darkening sky that blocked out the sun until dusk had fallen. Spotting the familiar shape of a building ahead she sighed, looked like she’d made it to the trapper’s cabin. Hoping against hope that she was the only one out and about, that would use it she made her way cautiously around the cabin, finally ducking inside when it became apparent that there was noone around. Dropping her bag by the door, she glanced around and sighed. Looked like she’d have to gather wood before she could rest, despite the shivers and the cold within her young body, Jenny turned and headed back outside. She needed warmth from the rapidly worsening storm. Glancing around the room, Hunter noted Jenny was absent and sighed. It looked like whatever Jenny’s problem was it hadn’t gone away, she wasn’t socializing with anyone lately. She’d even quit talking to him and that scared him, she was the best friend he had, and he was scared she’d gone and done something foolish. Rising soundlessly he grabbed his coat and hat, a muffler and the gloves he’d put in his pockets earlier before heading b ack outside. Crossing the yard wasn’t going to be easy he figured and glanced around. The only building that didn’t have a rope strung to it was Aunty Lou’s, taking a piece of rope that was left for that purpose, Hunter headed over that way tied it off, and made fast tracks over to the Cross house. Stepping inside he moved silently through the darkened interior, knocking softly on Jenny’s door before stepping inside. A single glance revealed clothes that had been tossed aside, her bed was made and her closet hung open. Frowning he glanced around, her dresser sat open, the drawers empty and her closet seemed to have developed holes in the neatly hung rows of dresses. “Damn it.” The curse rolled easily off his tongue and he glanced fearfully behind him. If his Ma found out he knew such words she’d have his butt. Seeing no-one he turned and headed back to the front door. A pause in the kitchen revealed that the cupboards had been ransacked and that Jenny’s bag of dried apple slices was gone. He knew Aunty Laura made them especially for Jenny as she was the only one who ate them in the house and the fact that they were gone told him something was very, very wrong. Slipping out into the weather he glanced at the sky, Pa had always warned him about going out and wandering around when there was a storm brewing. It was more than dangerous, it was foolish but he sighed. He had to find Jenny, there had to be some reason why Jenny would run off without a word to anyone. Frowning he shrugged deeper into his coat and tried to think of where she might have gone. She wouldn’t have set off for town, everyone knew her there and they’d send her home as soon as she was seen without Ma or one of the other Aunts. So that left three directions, but which one? The trappers cabin he thought, that was where she’d go. It was the most obvious because it offered shelter and it was on the way to the nearest stagecoach to anywhere.  Hopping off the porch he headed out towards the one place he hoped she was. He wasn’t going to lose his best friend, even if she didn’t want to be around the ranch anymore. Sara glanced up as the wind started to howl and sighed. “Looks like everyone’s campoing in here tonight.” She drawled as she rocked Carrie to sleep. “I hope the men have taken shelter.” Laura shivered slightly as the wind whistled past the house, shaking shutters and rattling the windows. “I’m sure they have.” Lou called from the next room, worry obvious in her tone. “We should go feed the stock Sara.” “Hunter and I already did.” Adrian said without looking up from where he sat reading a dime novel about Wild Bill Hickok. “Hunter figured it was going to snow tonight so he said we should throw some in to the animals, even gave ‘em some grain.” “Hunter always does stuff like that.” Jacob said with a glance at his mother. “Kinda scary if you ask me.” “Has anyone seen Jenny?” Lou asked coming out of the kitchen with a steaming cup of coffee. “I haven’t seen her all day. She’s been might quiet lately.” “I don’t know why?” Laura sighed. “Maybe its just getting used to living out here, she is used to living in a town.” “Maybe.” Lou shrugged. “She was worried we forgot about her there for a bit, I wonder if she figured out that we hadn’t.” “I didn’t even know she was worried.” Laura admitted. “She was chatting to me this morning like she normally does.” “I’ll go see if I can find her.” Adrian said with a sigh as he rose. “Don’t know why we want the sourpuss over here anyway.” “Adrian James Miller.” Lou’s voice was sharp as she stared at her son. “Don’t speak like that about her.” “It’s true. She ain’t hardly said more than a few words to anybody, won’t join in on the games or nothing. Just ignores us.” “Where’s Hunter?” Sara asked suddenly coming out of her chair as she glanced at the steps. The lst she’d seen of him, he’d been sitting there listening to his favorite story, a smile on his face. “Maybe he went to bed?” Lou suggested. “He was up earlier than normal today.” “You still want me to check on Jenny?” Adrian asked standing there looking between the womenfolk. “Yes Adrian, but bundle up. In this weather you’re just as likely to get frostbite as you are to get lost.” “I’ll be careful Ma.” Adrian said hurrying to don his winter gear before stepping out and grabbing the rope to head to the cross house. “I’ll check on Hunter.” Sara said rising and putting Carrie down in her basinet by the fire. “Lou is there more coffee?” “Its brewing as we speak.” Lou said and smiled. Around this place coffee went faster than the livestock. They were buying hundred pound sacks of it every supply trip, something the local merchant was glad of. “She’s not there.” Adrian puffed as he came back into the house in a swirl of snow and cold wind. “I looked everywhere, her room’s in a shambles, and the bread that Aunt Laura made is gone.” “Hunter’s gone.” Sara said rushing into the room. “His bed’s empty, and it don’t look like it’s been slept in at all.” “So is Jenny.” Laura gasped. “Dear God where the hell are they?” “We’re right here?” Kid’s voice was muffled as he stepped into the room, followed quickly by Buck and Ike. “No Jenny and Hunter.” Lou gasped rushing up to her husband and pulling the snow covered gear off him. A glance out the door revealed a pitch black darkness that swallowed everything whole, she couldn’t even see as far as her house. “They’re gone.” She whispered staring at both Laura and Sara who had paled. Laura sank down along the wall, caught only by the quick action of Buck who glanced at the other two men. “Where?” “We don’t know. Jenny’s been acting strangely for a while now, but we figured she’d gotten over whatever was bothering her.” Laura whispered tearfully and glanced at Buck. “My babies out in this.” She sobbed. “Dear God, she’s out in this weather.” “Easy. We’ll go looking.” Buck whispered holding his wife close with a telling glance at both Kid and Ike. “Any ideas where she’d have gone?” “No.” Sara sucked in a quick breath her eyes swimming with tears as the other children fell deathly silent. “They should’ve known better. Why would they go out in the making’s of a blizzard?” “I don’t know.” Kid whispered and looked at Lou who stood still, almost afraid to move for fear that she’d fall. Fear clutched at him, tearing at his throat as he realized just how much danger the children were in. When they found them, they were going to take a switch to ‘em. “My baby.” Sara stared at Ike who shook off his heavy out coat and reached for a muffler before turning and heading for the door. “I’ll come with you Ike.” She whispered diving for her winter clothes and putting them on with shaking fingers even as tears streamed down her face. “Dear god my baby is out there.” She whispered falling into Ike’s arms as he reached for her. “We won’t get far.” Buck whispered shakily. “Damn in this weather we’ll be lucky to get ten feet beyond the barn.” “We can’t leave them out there.” Laura cried. “We won’t.” Buck promised. “We just have to wait a bit is all. Give it a few minutes to blow itself out, then we’ll get mounted up and go looking.” Staring into her husband’s eyes Sara felt as though someone had settled on her chest. Hunter wouldn’t have gone out in this weather unless he had a good reason. And going after Jenny to him would’ve been the only thing to do. *It’ll be okay.* Ike signed as his wife clung to him, her tears falling silently. “Where’s Jenny?” Emma whispered softly to Jacob. “Where’d she and Hunter go?” “I don’t know.” Jacob whispered staring at his mother in horror, he’d never known her to cry, or fall down but the way she was clinging to his Pa, he knew that something bad had happened to his sister. “Did she go to Heaven?” Emma asked pulling on Jacob’s arm. Gasping at Emma’s words Sara shook her head violently. No it couldn’t be. They had to be alright. Seeing the flickering of a light in the window Hunter sighed, damn he was cold and wet. The snow was up to his knees and coming down faster than he could move. Slipping and sliding along the path toward the small building he peaked into the window and noted that a small fire was going within the fireplace and a small bag sat off to the side. Shivering with cold and exhaustion he wiped at the glass as his breath fogged it up, instantly the fog turned to ice and he swore softly before feeling his way to the door. If she was here he was going to paddle her behind. Hunter thought as he opened the door and slipped inside before reclosing the door with some effort. Turning around he stared, Jenny sat on the floor, huddled near the fire, her clothes soaked, her hair hanging loose about her face in wet tendrils and a deathly pale color to her face. Moving toward her he paused and knelt next to her, his jeans frozen to his legs making the movements less than graceful even as he reached out to touch her. “Jenny?” Jerking off a glove he touched her face and felt the icy temperature even as he saw the shivers that chased across her body. Glancing around he noted the pile of blankets that were tucked under a rickety bunk and crawled toward them. A glance at her told him they were both in need of dry clothes, stripping to the skin, he wrapped a blanket around himself before moving toward her. “Hunter?” Jenny’s voice was slurred from exhaustion and the first stages of hypothermia. “I’m cold.” “I know.” Tossing another bit of wood into the fire, he moved quickly to her side even as he began to feel the heat penetrate the coldness in the room. “Come on, we need to get you undressed.” Moving quickly, brushing aside her attempts at modesty and the flaring of his hormones at the sight of a young woman’s naked flesh Hunter had her wrapped in a blanket within minutes. Pulling her into the space between his legs, he wrapped another blanket around them and held her, his hands moving up and down her arms to ward off the chill. “You’ll be warm in a minute.” Hunter promised even as he felt his bottom jaw working feverishly as he shivered. Flinching when the wind threw a hard gust against the wall of the cabin he glanced around, as long as the wood held out they would be fine for the night but come morning they’d need food and water. Water was easy, they could suck on the snow, but the food was a little harder. He hadn’t thought to grab any, and he didn’t think she had grabbed a whole lot. Slowly, barely perceptibly the heat from the fire soaked through the chill clinging to their bodies and Hunter became aware of Jenny’s even breathing. Glancing down at her, he noted she’d fallen asleep in his arms and he sighed. Come morning she was going to explain just what the hell was going on! Chapter Three Shifting in his sleep Hunter became aware of a dead silence, an eerie silence that was scarier than the constant howl of the wind from the night before. Moving away from the warmth that was snuggled into him he glanced at Jenny who lay sleeping, her face relaxed and the weariness he’d gotten used to seeing gone. Rising he padded barefoot over to the window and stared out, a sensation of horror quickly evaporating the relief that the storm was over. There had to be at least six feet of heavy snow out there, and most of it was piled against the windows and doors. “Hunter what are you doing here?” Jenny’s voice had a slightly perturbed sound to it, and he ground his teeth together angrily before turning to face her. “What do you think?” Hunter snapped. “What are you doing?” “What’s it look like? I’m looking for my clothes.” Jenny snapped angrily. “I meant up here?” Hunter asked with barely controlled impatience. “Don’t you realize what could have happened? You could have died.” “So? What’s the problem?” Jenny returned waspishly. “It ain’t like anyone’s gonna miss me.” Cursing the way her voice broke Jenny turned to renew her efforts to find dry clothing. “What are you talking about?” Hunter asked curiously, his anger fading when he realized she was serious. “Who wouldn’t miss you?” “Anyone, everyone.” Jenny snapped and brushed at her cheeks when she realized that she was sobbing silently. “Ain’t one person noticed I was around the past few weeks.” “Jenny I noticed.” Hunter knelt beside her. “I’m sure you’re mistaken. I’m sure your Ma noticed, and everyone else.” “No they didn’t. You didn’t either.” Jenny whispered tearfully. “What do you mean?” “You stopped talking to me.” Jenny snapped angrily. “Cause every time I did you just sat there and wouldn’t talk back. I just thought you wanted some space. I knew what you were doing every minute of every day from the time I met you.” Hunter argued. “You’re my best friend.” “Not anymore I ain’t . You like Adrian better ‘n me.” Jenny replied softly, worriedly as she plucked at the blanket covering her lap. “You’ve been spending so much time with him that..” “I’ve been spending so much time with him cause if I don’t he don’t do nothing. Adrian’s not prone to working.” “Still. You stopped wanting to go fishing, and you ain’t been overly interesting in coming over to the house after class, or nothing.” “Is that why you’re up here? So I’d pay attention.” “Not just you Ma and everyone else. Bet you that don’t even know I’m gone.” “I bet they do. Jenny they’re probably going out of their minds with worry right about now.” “I don’t think so.” Jenny looked at Hunter and sighed. “They wouldn’t let me help with Isaac or Carrie, or do the dishes, or nothing. Every time I asked to do something, it was go play or something. I’m not a child.” “No Jenny you’re not a child.” Hunter sighed. “But you have to realize that Ma, and Pa and your ma and pa aren’t forgetting you. Sometimes adults are well, they’re adults. They get focused on one thing and everyone else just sorta gets pushed aside. It’s just recently that Pa’s let Ma out of his sight for more ‘n a few hours. Hell Pa even forgot to take me with him this time.” “What do you mean?” “Pa said I could go on the next cattle drive, I didn’t get to go. They decided that it was time to go, saddled up and rode away without a thought to me. Adults aren’t exactly the most observant of people. Why do you think they have kids?” “I guess I never thought of it that way.” “Well you should start Jenny. Now come on I sure hope you brought more than dried apples on this little venture or we’re in hot water.” “I have bread.” Jenny smiled tearfully, not wholly convinced but willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. “I stole two loaves.” “We’ll have to wait for some of the snow to melt before we head home. Ma’s gonna have a willow switch to my backside for this.” Hunter moaned and glanced at Jenny who looked lost and alone. “Hey, no more pouting. We’re friends right, you get lonely you come talk to me. I’m always going to be here for you Jenny.” “Okay.” Jenny said handing him a piece of bread she tore off a loaf. “So you serious about being a doctor?” She asked. “Very. I know it’s not a glamorous lifestyle and I’ll probably spend more money then I’ll make but hey it’s what I want to do. If we’d had a doctor around maybe then Ma wouldn’t have suffered so with Carrie. Maybe Uncle Kid wouldn’t have limped around for several weeks with a broke foot after that cow stepped on it. I could help people by becoming a doctor.” Hunter said easily as he tossed another piece of wood onto the fire. “Sounds like you’ve got a good idea of what you want in your life.” Jenny said listening to him ramble on about what good he could do as a doctor. “I ain’t figure out yet what I want to do.” “Why not teach like your Ma? You’d make a real good teacher.” “I never thought about it.” Jenny admitted quietly, she’d always been thinking of where they were going to move to, where the job would take her Pa. Now it looked like they might stay and it scared her even more than moving around. Because staying meant she was forgotten, brushed aside in favor of the other children, Pa’s old friends, even Ma had forgotten her. “Why is it that you’re still thinking you’ve been forgotten?” Hunter asked chewing on a crust of bread with a look of disgust. “Do you think they’ve gone all night without a thought to where we are?” “No I don’t think that.” Jenny smiled sardonically. “I know it. The minute Isaac came along and Aunt Sara got sick having Carrie, I got pushed aside for everyone else. Ma even pays more attention to Adrian and his siblings that she does me. I spent all morning yesterday talking to Ma and she didn’t even think enough of me to answer me in other than yes or no statements.” “Jenny your Ma’s been busy with school and stuff, you can’t expect her to be the most energetic person on the ranch.” “Even your sister ignores me, and she’s usually the most annoying tag along ever. No, I’m right. They don’t want m around anymore.” “So you’re gonna run away?” Hunter breathed. “Okay. Where are we going?” “Not we, me.” Jenny ground out through clenched teeth. “No we. I’m not going to let you wander around out there without me. You might be as dumb as a post, but its still no reason to let you get hurt. So where are we going?” “East.” Jenny snapped, knowing full well that despite his talk of being a doctor, Hunter McSwain wasn’t ready to leave the ranch. “Okay, wish I’d known before now but since I didn’t I’ll have to make due with what I’ve got.” He said picking up his shirt that was still damp and sighed. He wanted bone dry clothes for when they headed back, and since the snow was piled so high there was no way they’d be leaving today. Hoping the sun’s warmth would melt some of the snow, Hunter draped it across the floor by the fire and settled in to wait. The day passed slowly, Hunter talked until he was hoarse as he sat next to Jenny. Talked about the farm, the other children, his parents, talked of things he wasn’t supposed to know about, like the reason he’d been born in the cabin without a pa; he talked until dusk began to fall and Jenny finally gave in and started to weep. Holding her as she sobbed out her fear and anger, Hunter kept murmuring to her although his words were less than distinct, his tone conveyed his emotions and finally Jenny slept. Laying down next to her, Hunter should have been concerned that they were in nothing more than a bunch of old blankets but he wasn’t; instead he focused on rest. In the morning he’d try to get her to go back to the main house, in the morning. He yawned and curled up next to Jenny, one hand possessively resting on her stomach. “Which way did they go?” Buck muttered with a glare at the deep white expanse of nothing. His child was out there and he was at a loss to find her. Feeling helpless he glanced at Ike who hadn’t made a move in over an hour and sighed, Ike looked as stunned and worried as he felt. *What could they have been thinking?* Ike signed painfully. *I’ve told him time and again not to go out in the snow storms. They can turn into a blizzard so easily, and its so dangerous.* “Probably not really thinking of it.” Kid spoke through the muffle he wore. Lou’d dressed him anxiously, her fingers trembling that morning as she stared at him. She was just as scared as the other two women who now sat alone in Sara’s house anxiously awaiting the arrival of their husband’s and children. “I don’t know but I’m going to whip her hide.” Buck growled. “She aught to no better than to go running off like this.” *You’re right.* Ike signed. “I’m going to find a nice willow switch like the sisters used to have. They deserve it for making us worry like this.* “Why?” Kid muttered. “Because..” “No I mean why did they run off? Lou said something about Jenny feeling left out last night and I don’t get it. Did she and Hunter have a fight?” “No.” Buck shook his head. “Jenny’s been trying to hard lately to fit in, maybe she just doesn’t feel like she does.” *That’s got to be it, we all know Hunter would do whatever he could to make her feel welcome. I swear that boy’s stuck on her.* “Could be. I hope so.” Buck glanced at Ike and nudged his horse into a walk, or more aptly described as a hopping motion through the snow drifts. “I hope they’re together.” *We all do.* Ike said nudging his mount into the drifts as well without a glance at the silent figure moving next to him. Kid was out here helping while Lou paced the house cursing the foolishness of children and he felt guilty about that. He thought he’d taught Hunter more than this, but obviously the boy hadn’t learned as well as he hoped. With a silent prayer that they were safe he continued to look. “I don’t understand.” Sara whispered as she paced the confines of the kitchen. “Why would they leave? What happened?” “I don’t know.’ Laura’s voice was filled with tears as she sat at the table nursing a cup of coffee. Even the other children were silent, sitting in the big room next to a roaring fire as they waited for the return of two of their own. “Why’d they go?” James nudged Matthew McSwain with an elbow. “He say anything to you?’ “Nope.” The seven year old replied. “Last couple of weeks Jenny’s been acting strangely, real quiet like. Maybe they were planning on running off together for a while. We all know Hunter’s sweet on Jenny.” “I don’t think so.” Adrian said softly, a glance at the doorway revealed none of the anxious mothers so he felt he could continue. “Jenny’s been feeling left out, alone lately. Hunter said she just needed some time and space. Maybe they’ve gone so she could have her space.” “Well whatever her reasons they’re driving the rest of us crazy.” James muttered to his older brother. “Ma spent last night crying against Pa. Uncle Ike was up pacing half the night, Uncle Buck was even worse. Hope they get a whooping.” “James.” Matthew looked pointedly at his friend. “Jenny’s not like us. She’s a town girl, we’ve got lost of stuff to do but most of it’s work. Maybe she just doesn’t like staying out here.” “Boys.” The quiet word had them all glancing up to see Sara standing in the doorway, her facepale, her long hair hanging loose about her shoulders in a dark, wavy cloud. “Yes Ma?” “Could you go out and check onthe stock. Bundle up it’s cold out there, but the snow is melting a little. Your Pa’s broke a trail this morning so you should haven’t a problem getting out and back.” She asked woodenly with a pained smile for the younger children. “Sure Ma.” Matthew rose smoothly and glanced at the other two boys who were oldest. They’d go out and check the stock before coming back in and listening to someone crying softly. He could see the ravages of tears on his mother’s face and he silently cursed is brother and Jenny Cross for hurting those around them. Bundling up his anger faded as he stepped out onto the porch to be replaced by worry, no matter what they were all partially responsible for Jenny’s leaving. They hadn’t gone out of their way to welcome her, and they’d drug Hunter off more than was fair. Looking back now, he wished that they’d included Jenny just a little more than they had. Dusk was early to arrive, forcing Buck, Kid, and Ike to turn back. Their horses showing signs of exhaustion even as they themselves fought it. Riding into the yard they watched the expectant faces crumple, and felt only a saddening, a sense of failure at the fresh tears pooling in their wive’s eyes. “I’m sorry.” Buck whispered to Laura as he stood holding her even as the boys took the horses to the barn for some much needed rest and care. “My baby’s out there and there’s nothing I can do.” Laura whispered and sighed. “Dear God why didn’t I see this coming? Why didn’t I realize she was so unhappy?” “Jenny didn’t want anyone to know.” The soft words had everyone glancing down to where Emma stood hiding behind her mother’s skirts. “What?” “Jenny didn’t ant anyone to know. She didn’t want to be here.” Emma replied fearing her uncle when he let go her aunt and stepped back behind her mother, her grip white knuckled on her skirt. “What are you talking about Emma?” Sara demanded turning to her daughter. “Jenny. The boys were saying she doesn’t want to be with us anymore. I overheard them talking earlier.” Emma whispered, her bottom lip trembling as she feared the reaction her news would bring. “I’m sure you’re mistaken.” Sara whispered clutching her daughter to her even as she glanced at Buck and Laura who’d paled considerably with the revelation of a toddler. “I’ll see what’s keeping the boys.” Buck said heading for the barn with Ike fast on his heels. He wanted to know what Emma meant, and he figured the boys would know. “What did you tell Emma?” Buck demanded walking up to where the boys were standing brushing down the horses. “Nothing.” James replied with a shrug. “James?” Kid’s low warning tone had his son shrugging. “We weren’t talking to her, just amongst ourselves. Jenny’s been feeling isolated lately, at least that’s what Hunter said. We just figured maybe she was missing her old friends.” “Jenny didn’t have any friends in Rock Creek.” Buck growled. “She’s Indian.” “So?” “Never mind. Do you think she’d go back to Rock Creek?” Kid asked with a glance at Buck who shrugged. “It might be. If she was feeling so isolated and alone than she’s likely to do anything.” “It’s too dark to go looking now.” James pointed out. “Ma won’t let anyone take a lantern, figures if they’re on their way back they’ll need the light to see where we are.” “Just finish up with the horses and get yourselves inside.” Kid growled and whirled to head for the barn door. A silent prayer that the boys were wrong, that Jenny hadn’t gone to Rock Creek in this weather. That was the other direction from the one they’d been looking in. ****** The pale light of the sun woke Hunter who sifted, rolling over against the coolness of the hard floor and opened his eyes. Glancing around he noted that their clothes although wrinkled and grubby looking appeared dry and he sat up to clutch at his blanket before pacing to the window and staring out. The snow was still high, but they were fast running out of food. Noone could survive long on the supplies Jenny had brought they needed to get home. Turning from the window he stared at the still sleeping Jenny Cross and sighed. She was more of a pain in the ass than any other girl he’d ever met but she was his. Frowning at that line of thought, Hunter shrugged it aside and moved over to where Jenny lay sleeping he’d wake her, they’d get dressed then he’d lead them home. Touching her shoulder, he frowned, she was awful hot, especially when the fire was merely embers in the fireplace. Shaking her gently he was heartened by the low, aggrivated moan she gave before glaring at him. “What?” Jenny croaked as she curled deeper into the blankets. She was cold, too cold to get up. “It’s time to go.” Hunter replied. “Come on, we’ll get you bundled up then we’ve got to head home.” “Why? They don’t miss us.” “Yes they do. Come on Jenny, I’m going home and you’re coming with me.” “You really think they’ve missed us?” Jenny asked sitting up and clutching the blankets, not for modesty’s sake after all Hunter was the one who’d undressed her, she didn’t have anymore secrets that he could discover, no she clutched them for the freezing cold in the room. “Yes I do.” Hunter said gathering some clothes from the bag, thankful that they appeared dry. After giving the to Jenny he struggled into his clothes, they were uncomfortable and scratchy against his skin but he didn’t care. They’d be uncomfortable and wet in a few minutes and he needed to get them both home. Comfort was secondary after all, at least it was according to his folks. Gathering up the blankets and tucking them away, Hunter put his boots on and glanced at Jenny who was pale, with two bright flags of red on her cheeks. Touching her face he swore under his breath then glanced uneasily at Jenny. “We won’t tell my ma I know them words okay?” He pleaded. “She’ll whoop me for sure.” “I won’t tell.” Jenny said closing her eyes and leaning on Hunter’s lithe frame. “I promise.” “Good. Come on Jenny.” Hunter said taking her hand and tucking the leftover bread into his coat. “Lets get going, we’ll be home soon then you can sleep for as long as you want.” “Good. I’m tired.” Jenny smothered a yawn but moved without complaint toward the door under Hunter’s guidance. She was cold and tired but she knew Hunter would chastise her if she complained, or worse, he’d carry her. The cold of the outside hit Jenny making her shiver, despite the fact that she wore three of her skirts, both of the blouses she’d brought and all her socks; most over top her boots but still they helped keep her warm. Glancing at Hunter who pulled the muffler he wore up tighter around his face and shrugged deeper into his heavy coat she sighed, if he got sick it would be her fault. “Come on.” Hunter said and tugged on her hand, stepping out into the snow that even now was still deeper than he liked but Jenny needed to be at home, even more than he did. It was painfully slow going through the snow, the drifts were harder than Hunter expected and by the time they’d gone a mile he was close to exhaustion. Glancing at Jenny who had lagged behind him he paused, a rest wouldn’t hurt anything and they could eat some of the last of the provisions. Taking them out he settled back against a tree trunk and waited for Jenny. Her hair hung in damp tendrils around her face, and there was a pasty, clouded look in her eyes that told of sickness. Her face was ashen with a tinge of green hidden only by the red of her increased temperature. Jenny was well on her way to being very, very sick and that scared Hunter. After devouring the crust of bread he’d taken and forcing Jenny to eat some of the dried apples, Hunter shook his head and turned around. “Hop on.” He ordered. “I’ll carry you.” ‘But you’re tired.” Jenny’s protest was less than strong. “You’re exhausted. I’ll be fine.” Hunter said as she struggled to disagree. A stern look had her climbing on his back and wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders, and her head drooped against his shoulders. Setting off Hunter moved carefully, he didn’t want to drop her, or fall himself. Seeing the furrows in the snow, Hunter sighed, it looked like his Pa and Uncles had come looking this way. Stepping carefully into one of the furrows he moved along, catching a second wind and managing to get another few miles before he had to stop. Leaning against the frozen bank of snow, he gasped for breath, he could feel the sweat running down his body, soaking his under clothes but he refused to take anything off, or put jenny down. From her strained breathing he figured she’d finally dozed off, a mixed blessing as far as he was concerned. Asleep meant her weight was more of a strain on him, and yet awake her weak struggles to be put down threw him off balance. With a sigh he straightened and adjusted the way she lay on him before starting for home again. Each step was labored and painful but he kept moving, to stop would mean to fall asleep, to fall asleep would mean death for both of them. A glance at the sky revealed fresh clouds moving in and Hunter swore softly, succinctly as he struggled through the snow. Exhaustion had come and gone, now he was moving on automation, thoughts had become jumbled and confused but he kept moving, somehow he had to get home. Somehow he had to keep Jenny safe and the only way to do that was to get her out of the coming storm. Spotting a large, looming shape ahead he breathed a sigh of relief then blinked. He could be seeing things, he’d never know until he got there. Pushing his relief aside, he put one foot in front of the other, a task that took a might effort as he struggled toward the buildings that were becoming clearer and clearer in the fading light. One house was lit up like high noon, lanterns hung on every beam, the windows on the ground floor were all lit and beckoning, smoke curled invitingly from every chimney and Hunter adjusted his steps toward that house. It didn’t really matter where he went, they’d take care of Jenny. Stumbling up the steps, Hunter fell and lay still hoping to catch his breath, praying that no one would say anything about his weakness. He’d tried so hard and he was only a few inches away from warmth and some hot food. Struggling under the added weight of soaked clothes, Jenny and his own exhaustion Hunter climbed the steps and reached for the doorknob. Turning it was hard, but after a moment of struggling he managed to get it open and slip inside before closing it again using poor Jenny to do it. Sliding down the door he barely recognized the little girl that appeared or saw her whirl to run to the kitchen. “Momma, there’s a stranger at the door.” Emma panted. “And he’s all dressed up with a huge bump on his back.” “Hunter?” Sara gasped dropping the spoon she held and whirling to race out into the foyer and freeze. Leaning against the door in a jumble of legs and arms, dark hair and soaked clothing were two very tired looking children. Moving a step toward them, she screamed when Jenny slid off Hunter into a boneless heap that lay still. Heraing his mother scream, Matthew dropped his pencil and raced for the front of the house, followed by Adrian leaving James, Jacob, Mary Emma, and the recently appeared Emma alone. “Momma.” Matthew tore around the corner and ran smack dab into his aunt Lou who turned to catch him even as she glanced past her to where Ma was unwrapping the two figures by the door. “Hunter!” Gasping in relief Matthew qiuckly glanced at Aunt Lou as she moved away from him after pushing him toward Aunty Laura. Standing holding onto his aunt he watched as Aunty Lou and Ma unbundled his brother and the young girl that had been brought back. Jenny was limp, like she was sleeping and he prayed that was the only reason. The fear that she was dead clogging his throat with dread. “Ma?” “Get some water boiling.” Sara panted as she threw the wet clothes aside and glanced at Lou, fear naked in her eyes. They were both soaked and Jenny was burning up with a fever. “The men?” She whispered glancing at Laura who still stood like a statue as she waited, anxiously to know her daughter was safe. Figuring it was safer than letting her help, Sara sighed. Laura was emotional and prone to doing something foolish like faint, getting her out of the way was the only thing that Sara could do. “Sara?” Laura’s soft question drew a shudder from the other woman who shook her head. “I don’t know Laura. It’s best if you turn down a bed for her, she’s exhausted.” “But she’s alive right?” Laura pressed fearfully, her hand gripping Adrian’s with painful intensity. “My baby’s alive?” “Yes.” Sara said as she glanced at Hunter who was stirring. “Ma?” “Shh, you’re home now.”  Sara soothed even as she felt a fear of what could happen. “Ma the water’s boiling.” The soft voice had her glancing at her second oldest boy. “Thanks. Help your brother into the basin room.” She said softly. “Lou?” “She’s burning up.” Lou whispered glancing fearfully at Laura. “We need a doctor.” “There isn’t one within forty miles.” Sara replied, unaware of Hunter listening avidly. “And even if there was, there’s no way to get to him. I don’t know what to do.” “I’ll start some tea.” Laura declared firmly dragging Adrian in her wake. “They’ll need something to warm themselves with.” “That’s a good idea.” Lou nodded. “A large pot, I’m sure we could all use some.” “We need to get her fever down.” “How?” “Ice.” Sara whispered. “Or cold water.” “I’ll get some snow from outside, and pack it into a basin if you can figure out how to get her into it without giving her frostbite.” Lou replied as she lifted Jenny into her arms and carried her down the hall behind Hunter. Matthew stared at his brother, noting the shivers and the exhaustion that hung off him like loose clothing, he’d done what no man in his right mind would do. He’d risk so much to bring her back, and he deserved the respect that action had entitled him to. The only problem Matthew thought was how to show him that respect without giving him a fat head, or lip? “Matthew.” Glancing up at his Ma he sighed. “Yes ma’am.” “Would you go turn to down Hunter’s bed? After his soak he’s going to want to curl up and sleep for a while.” “Yes ma’am. He’s going to be okay isn’t he? Jenny to?” “I don’t know.” Sara breathed watching her son run off to do as he’d been told. Sinking into a chair after filling the tub and putting Hunter into she closed her eyes, one hand over her heart as she offered thanks for the return of her child even as silent tears raced down her cheeks, falling onto the pale cotton of her blouse. “Ma Pa’s coming.” Emma raced into the room and out again quickly. Rising Sara raced down the hall and out onto the porch, unmindful of the freezing temperatures, or the thin layer of clothing she had on as she hurried down the stairs, her breath exploding on sobs of relief that Ike was home, and safe. “What the hell?” Kid breathed as the door flew open and Sara came running out in her dress, no coat, no hat, no boots, her feet slipping on the icy snow as she raced to where Ike was dismounting. Hearing the sobs Kid felt a chill go through him as he glanced at Buck and noted the other man’s paler. “Oh God.” Sara breathed rushing up to her husband and clinging to him with startling strength. *Sara what’s going on? What happened? Hunter is he home? Sara?* Ike tried to get her to look at his hands even as she burrowed further into his embrace. Sending a pleading look at Buck and Kid he waited for them to ask the questions. “Sara what’s happened?” Kid asked. “Is it Hunter and Jenny?” “He brought her back.” Sara gasped tearfully. “Carried her on his back.” “Is she okay?” Buck demanded harshly and shrugged apologetically at the others looks. “She needs a doctor. She’s got a high fever and she hasn’t woken since they got here.” Sara gasped as Ike held her tightly, his arms around her offering comfort and strength. “What about Hunter?” “He’s exhausted.” Sara cried. “He fell asleep in the bath.” “Where the hell were they?” “I don’t know Buck.” Sara pulled herself together to look at him. “All I know is we were in the kitchen when Emma came in prattling about a stranger at the door. My heart nearly leapt right out of my chest when I realized who it was.” “Thank goodness they made it home.” Buck breathed and glanced at the house to see Lou, and the kids standing in the light watching what was going on. Seeing a couple of the boys coming he sighed, “Let the boys take care of the horses. Lets get inside.” Allowing Ike to lead her inside, only sightly calmer than when she’d ran out Sara shivered as she became aware of the chill, and noted the first flakes of snow falling about them. Stumbling up the steps she brushed at the tears on her face, it looked like another storm was bound to hit overnight and the realization that her son could’ve been stuck out in that only reinforced her earlier fear. For the next hour things happened in a whirl as beds were made ready, people moved around getting the necessary items to treat the chill that still clung to both children as well as the rising fever that grasped Jenny in its hold. Sitting up with Jenny Buck stared out the window at the darkness that swirled beyond the glass, the faint sound of a high wind whistling through the house even as windows rattled with a particularly harsh gust. “How is she?” Laura asked coming into the room with a tray laden with cups of steaming tea. “Her fever’s still high. I just don’t understand why she’d go out in this weather.” Buck whispered as Laura set the tray down, pulling her into his lap he rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed as he stared at his daughter who struggled to breath. “Did you make that tea I asked for?” “Yes dear.” Laura said shifting to grab the cup. “Here you go.” Dipping a finger into it to check the temperature Buck sighed, it was fairly warm but it would have to do. He wasn’t going to wait for it to cool some more before he gave it to her. “Have some yourself hon.” He wispered. “This oculd be what’s going around.” “Yes dear.” Laura said settling into the chair with her cup of tea and sipping it despite the bitterness of the flavor. She wasn’t certain about adding anything, alhtough she had brought up some honey. “If its too bitter, add some sugar or honey.” Buck spoke softly and glanced up as the door opened and a pale, tired looking Hunter stood there in his nightshirt. “Uncle Buck?” Hunter’s uncertainty gave Buck a moment for pause. “Yes Hunter.” “I’m sorry. If I’d been a bit faster, maybe she wouldn’t have gotten sick.” “You did good.” Buck smiled as the boy smothered a yawn, from the look of him he was freshly washed and ready for bed. “I hear we have you to thank for bringing her home.” “I didn’t do nothing anyone else wouldn’t have done.” Hunter shrugged sheepishly a flush climbinghis cheeks. “Night sir.” “Good night Hunter.” Buck glanced at Laura who was holding her tea fiercely. “Laura?” “Mmm?” “What is it?” Buck said as he listened to Hunter’s steps fade away. “If it hadn’t been for Hunter, Jenny would be dead by now. How can I make him understand just how much he’s done?” “He’s Hunter.” Buck shrugged settling on the bed next to his daughter. “He’s always been that way.” “I know. Still I feel as though I owe him something.” Laura whispered. “We both do.” Glancing at his daughter Buck settled in for the night. A silent prayer crossing his lips that she’d make it. Chapter Four Sitting on the hard chair Jenny inwardly cringed as her Aunt Sara got a second wind, sine she’d gotten up three days ago, everyone had either been lecturing her or trying to put her back in bed. Even Hunter was getting a hard time from his parents, not because he’d brought her back but because he showed poor sense in not staying put. For some reason though Hunter seemed enormously pleased with the scolding and just took them with a smile. Jenny on the other hand hated being the center of attention this time. She didn’t want to be the one that everyone glanced at when the word foolish went around. The only thing she regretted more than being sick was running away in the first place. Hunter had been right, she was wanted, and loved it was just being a big girl meant that sometimes a body had to occupy oneself because others were busy. “Yes ma’am.” Jenny whispered contritely as she sat listening to Sara going on about how tired Hunter was, and how foolish it was to run off in the first place. Drowning out most of her aunt’s words Jenny instead focused on something that she knew she had to make amends for. Hunter had risked his life for her, and she owed him big time. Knowing that he wanted to be a doctor she resolved to find some way of making some money so he could go. Goodness she had to do something for him, he’d proven he was her best friend in the whole world, the least she could do for him was support his dreams. “Are you listening?” Sara demanded angrily as Jenny smiled slightly. “Yes ma’am.” Jenny replied calmly not moving from where she sat watching her. “Go back to bed.” Sara growled and waved her off. “Yes ma’am.” Jenny said rising and shuffling off to the room she’d taken to since Hunter had carried her home two weeks prior. Everyone had visited her but Hunter who had yet to make an appearance, granted he was still recovering from his ordeal but he hadn’t been as sick as she’d been. Leastways not that anyone had told her about. Crawling beneath the covers she pulled them up over her frame to rest under her chin and lay staring at the ceiling. In a couple of weeks it would be Christmas, the first Christmas they’d spent here on the ranch and she was slightly scared about that. She wondered just what she would get from everyone, what she could do to prove herself again. Hunter had told her in no uncertain terms that she should just quit worrying, and yet in her heart she couldn’t. After all she had risk Hunter’s life not only her own when she pulled that stunt and no amount of apologizing and expressing her remorse would erase that from everyone’s mind. Rolling over to face the wall, Jenny closed her eyes and sighed. She’d sleep for a bit then decide what to do. Maybe there was some way she could make it up to everyone. “Ma?” Hunter settled at a chair at the table and watched his mother putter about making cookies and sugar candy for the holidays. “Yes Hunter?” Sara glanced at her son, a little saddened by the maturity she saw in his young face, but she didn’t blame him for it. He came by it naturally, both his folks had been forced to be grown-up long before the time when they should’ve been. “Are you still mad at Jenny?” “No.” Sara shook her head and glanced back at him. “I’m not mad.” “I bet Pa and Uncle Kid and Uncle Buck, and Aunty Laura and Aunty Lou are thought huh? I mean we worried y’all a lot.” “Nobody’s mad.” Sara sighed and sat down across from her son. With the men off checking stock, the other two women in town and the children at their studies, Sara had plenty of time on her hands. But she didn’t want to have this conversation with her son just yet, she didn’t know if she could make him understand what she barely understood herself. “Nobody was ever mad.” “I heard you guys arguing. Threatening to take a willow switch to us.” Hunter admitted. “Hunter, honey that wasn’t anger.” Sara sighed and glanced at her hands. “That was worry. When we realized that both you and Jenny were gone we were scared, nobody should have been out in that storm and the fact that two children were out there was enough to drive anyone mad with grief. Hunter, sometimes adults get scared and when they do it sometimes comes across as anger. Doesn’t mean we’re angry, or that we stopped loving you, just means we need to come to terms with that fear before we can move on. Does that make sense?” “I understand about the fear thing but do you really believe that Jenny’s folks aren’t going to hate her for what she did?” Smiling at him Sara took one hand in hers and squeezed. “I know better. Your aunt and uncle love Jenny, and while they were upset that she ran away they didn’t stop loving her just because she left. It doesn’t make any sense to do that. I know we appear different to you, but really we’re not. Aunty Laura just has to come to terms with her feelings before she can be happy again.” “Well I hope its soon. Else Jenny might not want to stay anymore.” Hunter muttered. “She feels bad about what she did, but it ain’t no reason for everyone to make her feel like she should be locked up.” “No one’s making her feel that way.” Sara said softly. “Now I think she’s sleeping so if you want to go sit with her for a while you can. I don’t think anyones going to mind now.” “Thanks Ma.” Hunter said rising and heading upstairs. Pausing at the doorway he turned to glance at his mother with a frown. “Ma?” “Yes son.” “What are we doing with Jack?” He asked quickly, his mind on the gelding he’d bought with money he’d earned from the local livery. “He’s your horse.” Sara replied. “It’s up to you what you want to do with him.” “I think I should give him to Jenny. That way she’ll have someone to care for and she’ll feel more at ease.” Hunter declared before racing off leaving his mother with a stunned expression. “Or she’ll have a way to get away from here faster.” Sara muttered before pushing that thought aside. There was no point in dragging Hunter down into the guilt that Jenny was feeling, no point at all. Turning to the cupboard she sighed. She had so much work to do before they could have Christmas and sitting around didn’t do anything but let it pile up. “Sara?” Lou’s voice had Sara glancing at the empty doorway with a puzzled look on her face. “Yes Lou?” “Have you seen a pile of stuff wrapped already?” Lou asked with an innocent look. “From you?” “No from Kid. I’ve been trying to find it..” “Kid’s not likely to hide it in here.” Sara pointed out quickly. “Probably put it somewhere right under your nose so you’d give up on it sooner rather than later. Relax, a few days and you can unwrap everything.” “But I want to know now.” Lou said sinking into a chair. “Not tomorrow, not in two weeks, now.” “Well you’ll have to wait. The men folk around here have hidden the Christmas gifts and that’s all there is to it.” Sara smiled at her friend. “Besides, you hid what you got for him didn’t you?” “Well yes.” Lou sighed. “Damn fool man won’t give me what I really, really want though.” “What?” Sara asked then cringed when Lou hurried to collect Carrie. “Forget I asked.”  She whispered. The fact that Lou wanted another baby was so aggravating for everyone because her youngest had been a hard delivery and Kid refused to get her pregnant again. The only sore spot between them, smiling Sara poured a cup of tea and settled at the table as Lou’s footsteps echoed up the hallway. She’d lay money that Lou would win eventually, for some reason Lou was determined to give Kid a houseful of children to raise. Watching Lou with Carrie, Sara had to smile the other woman was very good with kids, in fact she was a natural and that was an amazing feat considering her background. “She’s so cute. I wish I could have another one.” Lou sighed. “But Kid’s still being stubborn. Threatened to move out of our room yesterday when I approached hima bout it again.” “Then stop asking.” Sara breathed. “You’ll see. You’ll get your way, you always have.” “Yeah but I’m going gray over this.” Lou pouted as she bounced Carrie on her shoulder a firm hand on the baby’s bottom and another on her back, moving in soothing circles. “How are you holding up? From what I hear you’re taking care of both of them.” “Yeah well Jenny hasn’t exactly been in the best of shape. It’s been touch and go Lou, but then I’m sure you know all that.” Sara said softly with a glance at her friend. “I’m just worried about how this is going to affect Hunter, he’s much to responsible now. Keeping him young was my goal, I mean he’s only just turned thirteen. He shouldn’t be thinking ahead like he is.” “Another couple of years and he’ll be off at med school.” Lou replied quickly. “Keeping him young isn’t necessarily an option Sara.” “I know but I’ve had so little time with my kids, I mean I’ve watched them grow up but to think of losing one? I just can’t bear the thought of losing any of them. I want them to stay kids forever.” “Hunter’ll be back. I think he would come back even if he had to walk.” Lou smiled at her friend. “He’s a rancher first, and a doctor second. Or at least he will be.” “I hope you’re right.” Sara glanced out the window at the gathering darkness. “You eating here tonight?” “Can I take Carrie home with me?” Lou asked rocking the little girl. “No.” Sara laughed softly at Lou’s pout. “You cannot take her tonight.” “Then I guess I’m eating here. Kid can starve.” Lou replied rising as the door opened and glancing out into the hall to turn back to her friend. “Looks like a full house tonight there Sara.” “Great. More hands to help with the making of dinner.” Sara replied as Lou shook her head quickly and slipped soundlessly from the room. “Coward.” She muttered affectionately before turning her attention back to the roast she’d put in the oven. “Hi Sara.” Laura walked through the door with Isaac. “Babies?” “Lou’s watching them. You get to help with dinner.” Sara replied. “She’s bound and determined to get another baby.” “She’s driving me insane with it.” Kid muttered stealing a hunk of bread from under Sara’s nose. “She flat out refused to speak to me for two days because I said no.” “Kid you gotta understand that she wants this more than anything in the world.” Sara turned to stare at her friend. “ Did you go to the doctor?” “Yes.” Kid sighed. “There’s no guarantee that she’d get pregnant to begin with, and even if she did she would probably lose it before it was born. Her system just can’t handle another pregnancy.” “Did you ever think of adopting?” Sara asked  with a frown. “From what I understand there’s plenty of babies and such out there that need homes. Maybe she’d be willing to compromise.” “You think?” “You want her to stay angry at you for ever?” Sara smiled at him as he frowned thoughtfully. “I could try.” Kid muttered with a sigh. “Worst that could happen is she say no.” “Somehow I think you offer her another chance to have a baby in the house again and she’d be more receptive to you than you want.” Sara whispered and looked pointedly at Ike who’d come into the room and was moving toward her with single minded determination. “Hey you’re cold!” Sara protested when her husband wrapped her in a hug and pulled her back against him. *So warm me up. Ike said with a grin, his fingers creeping beneath the starched whiteness of her shirt. “Ike McSwain I’m going to kill you if you even think of it.” Sara laughed as he spun her around and pulled her flush against his body. “Your hands are freezing, why weren’t you wearing your gloves?” “He was.” Buck muttered hugging his wife as he watched his best friend teasing his wife. “Just took ‘em off in the barn.” *Excuse us. Ike signed quickly. *Need to chat.* “Ike don’t you dare.” Sara shrieked with laughter as he lifted her easily into his arms and headed for the staircase. Laughing at him as they climbed the stairs she fell silent as they passed the sickroom before giggling softly when he set her on her feet in their bedroom. “I’ve supper to make.” Sara whispered even as her fingers went to work on his shirt. *It’ll wait.* Ike signed before stripping her of her apron and reaching for the buttons on her dress. “Well that’s those two.” Buck sighed. “Who’s making dinner?” “Is food all you think of?” Laura pouted slightly when he stepped away from her and gave her rump a firm pat. “No, but it’ll have to do for now.” Buck smiled at his wife and kissed her cheek. “Looks like Sara did most of the work.” “She’s been cooking all day.” Lou called as she walked past the room. “Babies into the big room, fire’s going there and it’s warm and toasty.” She spoke quickly, before giving Kid a haughty glare and walking away. “you see what I mean?” Kid demanded. “She’s been doing that for the past couple of days, speaking around me instead of to me.” “We’ll watch the kids tonight.” Laura smiled softly, “If you two want to sneak off for an after dinner private conversation.” “We might just do that.” Kid laughed and bit into the still warm crust that he’d stolen. “In the mean time, I’ve got to run into town tomorrow and send a wire. Buck you coming?’ “Sure. I’ve still got to pick up a couple of things. No wives though.” “Definitely.” Kid said with a grin. “Besides I doubt if Lou would even want to go into town. She’s too busy trying to find where I hid her gifts.” “She’s worse than the kids.” Laura declared even as the children began filing into the room. Thankful that there was a large enough kitchen to fit everyone she began to wonder just how she was going to organize a meal for eight kids and six adults for Christmas when she wasn’t entirely familiar with the way Sara had set things up. Granted the other woman had given her a list of items to prepare but still, what about the remainder of the dinner, one little ham wasn’t going to feed everyone. “Momma I’m hungy.” The small voice had her shifting and glancing down at the tugging on her skirt. “I know sweetheart. Soon as you wash up dinner’ll be just about ready. Help everyone else wash up okay, make sure they’re clean for Momma.” Laura said as Kid and Buck turned their conversation toward the stock and other aspects of the coming holiday. Shivering in the cool morning air Sara hurried toward the barn, she had work to do and staying in the house wasn’t getting anything done. T4romping into the barn she glanced over her shoulder and sighed looked like Lou had kept Kid up late, probably talking him to death. “I’ll only b e gone a few hours. You need anything?’ “Another pound of sugar.” Lou said wrapping her shawl tighter around her. “I’m making cookies and can’t make ‘em without sugar.” “I’ll be sure to grab some for you.” Kid said as he dropped a quick kiss on her cheek before heading into the barn, nearly stumbling over Sara who stared at an empty stall. “Whoa.” Kid grabbed hold of her arms and straightened himself out. “What’s wrong?” “Where’s Jack?” Sara asked staring at the gelding’s empty stall. “He was here last night and now he’s not.” “I’m not sure. Maybe Hunter’s up.” Kid suggested as he walked toward Katy’s stall. Saddling her quickly he saddled Buck’s mare and glanced back at Sara who hadn’t moved. A quick survey of the interior revealed that all the other horses were there, so that must mean that Hunter was up early and had wanted to go for a quick ride. No harm in that he thought. “I’m sure he’ll be back soon. Probably went to check the pond.” “I swear that boy’s growing too fast.” Sara muttered before glancing at Kid. “Was Katy fed?” “Fed and her water bucket refilled. Even a bit of grain left in her feed bucket.” “Saves me having to do it then.” “Why didn’t Ike come out?” Kid asked then flushed at Sara’s smile. “Never mind I don’t want to know.” “Same reason you’re up late.” Sara whirled and flounced out the barn door. “See you in a while Kid.” “Yeah.” Kid muttered and led the two horses out into the snow. They’d worn a trail down that was easily accessed by anyone on foot or on horse, so the going into town and coming back wouldn’t be all that difficult. “Glad to see you decided to come.” Kid groused at Buck who merely smiled contentedly and climbed aboard his mare. “You’re not one to talk.” He said and nudged the mare under him into a walk. “Come on, sooner we get there the sooner we get back.” “Sure boss.” Kid drawled and waved at Lou. “Anything else?’ “Just hurry it up.” Buck laughed as he nudged his mount into a trot. “Else I’ll be tempted to tell Lou where you hid the presents.” “Anything but that.” Kid joked and glanced around at the white landscape. Despite her grumpy mood lately, Lou was still the only woman he wanted, and nothing was going to change that not even her incessant need to poke into the Christmas presents. Sitting atop Jack, Hunter surveyed the pond with some satisfaction. He’d broken as hole open and the water had seeped up so that the cattle could have a drink if they needed one. He didn’t figure they’d use it, after all they spent a great deal of time eating snow as well as the hay that they were fed, but still it helped him get out of the house. He’d been doing a lot of thinking; he knew he should tell his Ma that he was giving up Jack to Jenny. Hell he’d hinted at it the night before but still Ma might be disappointed in him if he did that. He was glad that Jenny was getting better, even if it meant that she was going back to her house soon, and that meant he couldn’t sit up and watch over her at night anymore. Still he had to admit that having her around was almost the best Christmas present he could have. The fear that she’d die hadn’t lessoned throughout the weeks that she’d lain in bed sick, and it had only hardened his resolved to become a doctor. First thing in the New Year he was going to write to Aunty Theresa and ask if he could come live with her after he finished his home studies. If she agreed than he’d go live with her when he was sixteen and start on med school right away. That way he’d be back on the ranch by the time he was twenty or twenty one at the latest. Yep he felt sure that his plan would work. Granted he’d miss his friends, his family but still what good was he to them if he couldn’t help them when they were sick or hurt? Turning Jack around he nudged the gelding into a trot and headed home. He had much thinking to do and a whole lot more writing. The days passed quickly even as the mischief and tension surrounding the holidays stirred all three families into trickery and bribery until it was finally Christmas day. By an unwritten agreement everyone woke and quickly headed over to the ‘main’ house, soon a pile of coats and boots sat by the front door as Sara bustled around barking orders to the children and putting Lou and Laura to work in the kitchen. “I swear men are so silly at times.” Sara gasped as she brushed past Ike who stood in the doorway looking lonesome. Feeling him tugging on her apron strings she turned to him with a puzzled look, her mouth opening to chastise him only to have it possessed by his. After a few seconds of response she pulled back and frowned at him lovingly. “Go talk to Kid and Buck before you get into trouble.” She whispered with a grin. *Yes dear. Anything you say.* Ike grinned at her and slipped off to the main room where the children were busy being entertained by Buck as he recounted the Christmas tale of when they’d been in the express. “You’re not supposed to be stealing kisses.” Lou said her face flushed and her hair hanging loose around her face as she bent over a steaming pot of vegetables. “You’re supposed to be cooking a bird.” “Two of them actually.” Sara replied. “Laura’s doing up the hams.” “Oh great.” Laura moaned. “That’s just what I need, another ham on the go.” Laughing at her, Sara glanced up when she heard a faint knocking. “I’ll get it.” Kid hollered and headed for the door hoping it was the response he’d been waiting for from the orphanage in Fort Kearney. “thanks.” Sara hollered back and turne dher attention back to her biscuits. “Lou can you do me a favor and grab me a couple jars of those preserves we set aside for today. I have a feeling we’re going to need them.” “Sure.” Lou said hearing the cooing of a baby in the other room. Biting her lip to focus herself she headed into the pantry ignoring the sound of the babies laughing along with the kids. “What did you do Kid?” Buck whispered glancing fearfully at the kitchen when Kid reappeared with a bundle in his arms. “Took some advice.” Kid smiled and pulled the blanket back. “Lou’s been wanting another baby so badly I didn’t have the heart to tell her no so I took some steps.” “That wasn’t what your wire was about was it?” Buck whispered glancing down at the sleeping baby held in Kid’s arms. “It’s freezing out there, didn’t they think of that when they brought him or her out here?” “She was bundled up better than you or me.” Kid whispered as Ike joined them. “Since she’s sleeping I’m fairly sure Lou won’t even notice, but we need to keep the other kids away from Lou just to be on the safe side.” “Why?’ “You ever known one of ‘em to keep a secret.” Kid smiled at the little girl in his arms. “She’s so cute.” “You organized this when you were at the land’s office didn’t you?” Buck whispered reaching out to touch the little girl. “Of course. You think I’m going to piss Lou off?” Kid demanded with a smile. “She’s likely to take my head off, she’s just as good as shot as I am.” *Probably why you caved in.* Ike smiled at him and shrugged as the children gathered round. “What’s that?” Emma asked quickly. “Shh.” Kid knelt down. “You gotta be real quiet. This is Aunty Lou’s Christmas present.” Kid explained as Hunter and the older kids wandered up. “A boy?” Adrian asked. “No a girl.” Kid replied. “She’s part of the family now.” “Great another sister.” Adrian muttered with a glance at Mary Emma who smiled back at him and slipped in between everyone to peak at her new sister. “We can’t let Aunty Lou and Ma know just yet.” Kid looked at the other children seriously. “We wouldn’t want to ruin her surprise.” “But Pa how can a baby be a surprise?” James asked. “Ma’s been after you for one for a while now, won’t she know?” “No son. This is a special baby, we got to pick her out.” “Oh.” James shrugged. “Well in that case its nice to have someone else to bug.” “I’ll watch her.” Jenny volunteered. “I’m good with babies.” “Okay. But remember Jenny, Aunty Lou isn’t to know.” “What are you up to?” Sara’s voice had everyone glancing at her with horrified looks. “Shh.” Kid whispered and waved her closer. “Lou’s Christmas present.” “I thought you already got her a few.” Sara whispered, and glanced down at the sleeping baby. “A baby? You bought her a baby?” “Adopted.” Kid replied quickly. “She’s been so depressed lately with the prospect of not having any more kids that I just couldn’t refuse her this indulgences. Besides she’ll be happy with a new little girl.” “And what else did you get her?” Sara asked with a smile. “Baby stuff and a few things for her alone.” Kid shrugged. “I know I’m weak when it comes to Lou, but that’s okay.” “Well since Jenny’s watching out newest little angel perhaps she could take her upstairs with her and get back into bed.” Sara looked pointedly at the young girl and then at Hunter. “And as for you little man, you have chores to do. You need to bring your presents inside.” “I can’t.” Hunter whispered as Jenny took the new baby upstairs. “Not all of them anyway.” “Why?” Buck demanded suddenly. “Cause one’s too big.” Hunter said glancing at his ma. “He gave Jenny his gelding.” Sara explained quickly. “Figured it would give her something to cling to, you know make her feel important.” “Oh.” Buck glanced at Hunter. “Okay. Long as you leave the livestock outside, you should be able to bring in the rest of ‘em.” “Yes sir.” Hunter smiled and headed out the door. “Kids.” Sara glanced around at the noise and clutter of the children and shook her head. “And you wanted to bring another one into this madhouse?” She glanced at Kid and threw her hands in the air before stalking back into the kitchen. “What was that all about?” Lou asked Sara. “Hunter gave Jenny a horse, had to convince him to leave it outside and just bring in the rest of the presents.” “I swear that boy’s way too much like his father.” “Father? Ha, his mother.” Laura declared with a laugh. Silent to herself, Sara turned away from the other two women and headed for the cookie jar. “Do we need more potatoes?” “Nope.” Lou shook her head. “But it would be a good idea to grab some of that applesauce you made. It’ll go nicely with the ham.” “Okay.” Sitting at the table Hunter watched everyone as they devoured the feast that had been set before them. He didn’t know what would happen when Aunty Lou discovered she had another baby to feed, or what Jenny would do when she realized she had a horse to care for but he didn’t feel afraid. Instead he watched them with a small smile as they finished the dinner. As was tradition in the house, the gifts were opened only after the dinner dishes were taken care of so everyone pitched in to help with the cleanup until the table was clean and everyone was seated around the table. “Okay who’s going first this year?” Lou asked gleefully staring at the pile of wrapped packages that sat around the tree. “Kid.” Sara smiled at him. “It’s only fair, you’ve been so mean to him lately that I think he should have the choice of who gets their gifts first.” “Now Sara.’ Kid warned trying to appear stern. “I think we’re missing someone.” “Who?” Lou asked glancing around, Jenny had slipped away for the moment but she figured she’d be back soon. “Where’d Jenny go?” “She’ll be right back.” Hunter smiled secretively at his aunt. “She just had to go get something.” Hiding their smiles as they waited for the familiar tread of Jenny descending the stairs everyone sipped their cider or coffee in silence. Hearing Jenny approaching the room Lou shifted on her chair. “Okay, Jenny’s back now can we..” She paused with a frown as she saw Jenny coming in carrying something carefully. “I didn’t hear Isaac or Carrie.” Kid nodded at Jenny as she walked around the table and smiled. “That’s cause this isn’t Isaac or Carrie.” He explained as Luo turned in her chair to take the baby from Jenny, before the girl skipped to her chair. “What? Who is it then?” “Well her name’s Amanda but you can change that if you want.” Kid said watching Lou’s face, a knot of uncertainty in his gut. “Why would I change her name?” Lou asked glancing up ateveryone to see them smiling happily at her. “What’s going on?” “Merry Christmas love.” Kid said rising to walk around and hug her. “I know how hard it’s been for you to accept that having another baby is impossible so I made the impossible a reality.” “What do you mean?” Lou paled as she glanced at the little girl in her arms and back at her husband.  “You mean she’s ours?” “Yep.” Kid nodded quickly. “I know I should have talked to you.” “Oh you..” Lou gasped and felt tears threaten then become a reality. “I had no idea. Thank you.” Sniffing at the tears she glanced around and narrowed her gaze. “You were all in on it weren’t you?” “No.” Buck denied. “Didn’t know until today when she came.” “I thought you said you had to talk to Hunter.” Lou started glancing at Sara. “I did. I just left out the fact that you’re a new mom. Now then shall we open the rest of the presents?” “I didn’t get anything for a baby.” Lou gasped glancing at her husband. “I was completely left in the dark.” “That’s okay.” Jenny smiled. “Uncle Kid got enough stuff for you and the baby to earn the approval of the shop keeper in town.” “Jenny.” Laura laughed. “Congratulations Lou.” “I’m going to have to talk to you later.” Lou growled at Kid as he settled into his chair and smiled at her. “But thank you so much.” “No problem.” Kid smiled at his wife and glanced at Hunter who was sitting on the edge of his seat. “I think Hunter should be next to give a gift.” “Ma?” “You may.” Sara smiled as Hunter darted out of his chair and grabbed Jenny to drag her toward the front door. Dressing her easily, too easily for those at the table he pulled her behind him into the barn where Jack stood in his stall. “I want you to have him.” Hunter said leading the gelding out into the aisle. “For Christmas. This way you won’t feel so alone.” “But he’s your horse.” Jenny breathed and stared at her friend. “Thank you.” She hugged him hard. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to repay you.” “Just don’t choke me.” Hunter gasped at her grip with a smile. “Merry Christmas.” “Thank you.” Brushing at her tears Jenny stared at the gelding with pleasure, Hunter had given her more than she could ever give him back and yet she didn’t feel as though he wanted payment. Indeed he’d shown her just how much of a friend he was to her. Chapter Five Staring at the letter in his hand, sixteen-year-old Hunter felt tears choking him. He’d been accepted into medical school and he was to start in less than a month. How would he do it? Sure he’d scrimped and saved for years, even working odd jobs about the ranch that he got paid for and Jenny had given him some money from her sewing, but still how could he afford it. With a  sigh he knew as soon as he got to New York he would have to get a job, at least to help pay for his living expenses and that scared him. He’d never been away from home, he’d never even thought of what it would mean to be away from the ranch. What about Jenny, they’d become closer than ever after she’d run away years before and gradually for him at least that devotion and friendship had blossomed into something very real. He loved her, and yet he loved medicine and the knowledge that he could help his family by becoming a doctor. Torn he glanced up at the sound of hooves hitting the soft earth. Smiling sadly he watched Jenny dismount and approach him quickly as he sat under the bows of the huge spruce tree. “Good news?” Jenny asked. “I’ve been accepted.” Hunter replied quickly. “I’m just not sure if I want to go now.” “Of course you do Hunter. You’ve been planning this for your whole life.” Jenny said after a moment’s pause, trying to hide the fear that when he was gone he’d realize that having an Indian girl wasn’t such a great thing. “You’re going to be a terrific doctor.” “What about you?” “Oh I’ve got a job teaching if I want it come fall.” Jenny smiled. “See Ma’s going to quit teaching so I can have her job.” “You promise to write often?” Hunter asked looking at her seriously. “Every day.” Jenny smiled and leaned against him. “As long as you write back.” “I will, every day of the week.” Hunter promised and smiled at her. “I’ve been dreading telling Ma and Pa, means I’ve got to leave by Saturday to get there by early next week so I can find a job and get settled in with Aunty Theresa.” “Don’t worry about your Ma and Pa, they’ll be fine with this. Probably want you to write to them as often as you do me. Let them know what’s going on with everything.” Jenny said hoping to sooth the worries she felt as well as his concerns. “I suppose.” Hunter rose to his feet agilely and started for his horse, Jenny beside him, matching him stride for stride. “So what should we do today? You want to go over to the cabin? Do some fishing? What?” “How about a gallop across the west pasture?” Jenny suggested. “Followed by a swim in the pond.” “I like that idea.” Hunter grinned. “Last one to the pond has to clean the barn tomorrow.” “Deal.” Jenny laughed as she mounted Jack and whirled the gelding to tear across the pasture. She pushed aside her fears, intent on making this the best day ever. Spending the day riding and swimming Jenny followed Hunter back to the house that evening and smiled as everyone congratulated him despite the fact that she knew deep in her heart that sooner or later he’d find a girl back east that was meant for him, and she’d be left behind. Smiling to hide her insecurities and her fears, she teased him about packing and getting a job along with everyone else but when darkness fell she found herself alone on the front porch swing, her gaze resting on the railing in front of her. “So what’s got you so glum?” Adrian asked coming and sitting next to her. “Nothing.” Jenny said quickly, everyone knew Adrian wanted off the ranch, he wanted to be a lawman, follow in his grandfather’s footsteps and he envied Hunter’s means of escape. “Come on Jenny, we’ve known each other too long for you to pull that stunt with me.” “I’m losing him.” Jenny whispered with a glance at Adrian before returning her attention to her hands. “He’s going to realize that there’s so much more out there than a ranch, a work load that would make a mule stumble, and an Indian girl waiting on him.” “No he won’t.” Adrian spoke calmly, quickly. “Hunter and you are both parts of each other, for him to leave and not remember you is not something that’s going to happen. You think Mom and Dad forgot Uncle Cody and Uncle Jimmy? Or even Uncle Noah?” “No. But they’re different.” Jenny said and rose. “I just don’t want to talk about it Adrian, I just want to hoard every minute I have with him before he leaves and pray that it’s enough to last me a lifetime.” “Jenny.” Adrian rose as she moved away, stilling when she shook her head and raised one trembling hand. Deep inside he knew she was right; New York was a far cry from the backwoods ranch they lived on. There were party houses, and debutants, wealth and privilege lived there. No one would come back to this if given the chance to get away from it hell he knew he wouldn’t. When the time came and he got the chance to get away from the ranch he’d take it and not once would he ever look back. He could come and visit and leave again but he’d never stay here again, not for any length of time. Ranching wasn’t in his blood. With his suitcase packed, Hunter stood on the platform and waited for the train to call for boarding. His family and friends were standing there watching him, sad smiles painted upon weary faces. He knew Jenny had spent most of the night before crying; she’d done it on his shoulder as they lay under the spruce bows and waited for the dawn to come. “I’ll write.” He promised and smiled shakily at Jenny who smiled tearfully back at him. “Take care okay. I’ll see you soon.” He smiled when she hugged him fiercely then stepped back with a tearful nod. “Take care.” Sara whispered pulling him into her arms and hugging him hard. “Don’t forget to come home when you can, and be good for your aunt.” “Yes ma’am.” Hunter smiled. *Ride safe.* Ike signed as he watched his eldest pick up his suitcase and board the train. With a  final wave the young man, so studious and responsible disappeared into the car and the sound of Jenny’s weeping filled the platform. Standing watching, as the train got under way they waved as it rolled off, until it had disappeared without a trace against the eastern sky. Standing silently, tearfully alone Jenny clenched her hands into fists, and hoped that the tears would stop so she could go home. Turning she shuffled along after her friends, her family, climbing into the back of the wagon and settling next to Amanda who played with a dolly. Glancing out the back of the wagon she looked down the tracks and whispered, softly, permanently. “Goodbye.” BOOK TWO Chapter Six Gazing out over the hustle and bustle of New York from the balcony of his room Hunter McSwain sighed, he missed home, and he missed the friends and family, the closeness that living on the ranch gave him. At twenty-one he had grown from the lanky youth that had first arrived into a broad shouldered young man with startling blue eyes beneath a mop of black curls, a maturity, a remoteness clung to him that had often alienated him from his peers at the med school. After the first few weeks he hadn’t minded, why would he mind when all they did was get drunk and chase the prostitutes around? Instead he’d dedicated himself to working at a local store, and one of the local taverns and going to school, the result he’d graduated top of his class as a doctor. Now he was longing to return home, longing to return to the way of life he craved most. One filled with open spaces and clean, crisp smells instead of the cheap stench of whiskey and cigars. Turning he walked back into his room and sighed, opening a small wooden box he stared down at the pile of letters and felt a chill go through him. He knew each one by heart, from the first to the very last he’d received they were all from Jenny. Talking of the ranch, of what was going on with his friends, family, with her. For the first couple of years they’d come in bundles of four or five every week, then slowly over time they’d faded to the odd one every few weeks. He had yet to receive one yet this year, and he swore as he realized that Jenny would probably have met and married by now. She would have no need to write to an old friend that hadn’t been home in years. “Oh Jenny how I miss you.” He whispered before glancing around the room, at the bed and the dresser, the table and chair he’d used for so many months to do his homework. God he loved this tiny space, but more importantly he loved the freedom it had given him. Freedom to loose himself in the mysteries of the human body, of odds and ends that had been the only salvation he’d allowed himself. Saddened he closed the lid of the box and moved to the closet where he pulled his bag, opening the dresser he pulled out his clothes and quickly stuffed them into the bag. It was time to go home, time to do what he wanted now that he was a doctor. As soon as his clothing was packed into the worn carpet bag he picked up the letters and slipped it into the bag before gabbing his coat and heading out of the room and slipping soundlessly down the stairs. “Hunter, I see you’re packed.” Theresa smiled at her adopted nephew and noted the pleasure in the boy’s blue eyes, as well as the shadows. “I hope you have a safe trip.” “I’m sure I will Aunty Theresa.” Hunter smiled easily, “I know this puts you in a spot but I really must be going home.” “Not at all, I know what its like to long to be someplace.” Theresa smiled. “Say hi to everyone for me.” “I’ll do that.” Hunter declared and left the room quickly. Stalking down the street he headed for the train station, he was going home and lord help anyone who thought otherwise. “Morning sir.” the train ticket clerk glanced at Hunter and sighed, he’d often come down and spoke of his home. A huge, sprawling ranch in South Dakota, filled with life and work and excitement. “How’s it going hunter?” “Well.” Hunter declared. “I need a ticket to Wellsburg South Dakota.” “Just for yourself?” “Yep.” Hunter smiled, in the five years that he’d been there he’d never courted anyone, saw no logic in it. After all why court a woman if you know you can’t give her your heart? Standing waiting for the ticket Hunter glanced around, despite the busy activity of the platform he felt alone and isolated, out of place and no amount of time had changed that. Taking the slim ticket and paying for it Hunter moved along the platform to the train that he’d been told was leaving for Wellsburg and waited. “Hey McSwain, you leaving?” The masculine voice drew a groan from Hunter who turned to face on of his classmates, a man who’d made it on Daddy’s money and not on his own credentials. “What’s it look like?” Hunter replied quietly, his tone even and filled with barely controlled impatience. “Pity. Why would you want to go to some backwater farm when you’re living in New York?” Smiling Hunter shrugged. “Cause I don’t own New York. And I own a share in McSwain Cattle Company.” He replied and watched the other man pale, as dollar signs danced before his eyes. Even here folks had heard about the ranch, they knew about it’s wealth and the prestige of living there. Anyone who ate beef usually heard about it. After all it was the large cattle operation in three states. “You’re bluffing.” The young man laughed unsteadily. “You might know ‘em but to live there. You’re joking right?” “No.” Hunter sighed, bored with the conversation, and the young man. “I’m not joking. If you’ll excuse me I’m due to get on this train.” He said and shifted as a booming voice echoed across the platform. “Hunter McSwain?” Turning to the speaker Hunter smiled, he’d met him a couple of times and seen pictures of him so he couldn’t miss the tall dark haired man walking toward him. “Uncle Sam.” “Well you’re a sight for sore eyes.” “What brings you to New York?” “Emma and the girls insisted I tag along with my deputy since we’re headed over to the courthouse. Figured I needed a holiday.” Sam Cain said smiling at the youth who reminded him so much of the silent boy he’d know years before. “I’ve got to go unfortunately.” Hunter sighed as the boarding call echoed up the platform. “Stop by the ranch sometime. You’re always welcome.” “If I can drag Emma out of Omaha I’ll do that.” Sam laughed and slapped him affectionately on the shoulder before moving off, disappearing into the swell of people. With a final parting glance at the other boy he’d been standing with Hunter climbed aboard the train and settled into a seat with a contented sigh. Jenny sighed as she waited for Carrie and Isaac to finish what they were doing within the store, she dreaded coming to town it wasn’t a pleasant experience and it hadn’t improved at all since she’d quit working for the school board as a teacher.     She spent most of her time out at the ranch helping the folks with whatever, right now they were planning on building a small community on the edge of the western boarder, one with a school, and a church and even a doctor’s office. Something for each of the ranch hands that called that section of the ranch home. “You ‘bout done?” The rough voice had her glancing coldly at the man who’d stepped into the store. “Ain’t right to let Indian’s in here.” “Mister Peterson.” The shopkeeper glanced up and smiled patiently, he agreed but he also liked the money that the Indian brought with her. “Carrie, Isaac.” Jenny spoke softly and they glanced at each other before nodding and putting their things on the counter. After paying for them Jenny lifted them and turned to the doorway where Jack Peterson had yet to move from. “Excuse us.” She muttered and glared at him as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Now why would I do that? Especially for an Indian?” “Because the lady asked you to.” A cold, harsh growl from behind him had him turning to face a pair of dark eyes and an even colder harsher look on the tall Indian’s face. “Jenny, Carrie, Isaac. The wagon’s loaded. Aunt Sara wants to get home.” “Yes Pa.’ Jenny said ushering the younger children in front of her as she slipped past the hulk standing by the doorway. “We’ve got everything.” “Good.” With a glance at Peterson Buck stalked past him to the shopkeeper. “The bill for the Company.’ He growled and the shopkeeper moved quickly to retrieve it. “Here it is Mister Cross.” The shopkeeper quaked before his glacial stare. “Four dollars four bits.” “Very good.” Buck said pulling the money out of his pocket and tossing it on the counter. “We’ll be closing out that account Mister Hibberd, we’ve got our own supply company coming in to provide any extras we might need.” With a parting glance at the man who hadn’t moved he moved out into the sun and mounted up even as Jenny lifted the reins of the team and shook them out. “I’m sorry Pa.” Jenny said softly. “I didn’t mean to start trouble.” “You didn’t.” Buck smiled at his daughter. “Aunt Sara’s over at Mrs McClure’s house. She wanted to stop in and see how she was doing.” “Okay.” Adjusting the team’s direction Jenny pulled up by the small house and Carrie hopped down to hurry up the steps. A brief knock summoned her mother who closed the door with a smile and headed down the steps to the wagon. “I closed out the account at Hibberd’s.” Buck said quickly as Sara climbed aboard. “Good.” Sara said. “I’ve received a letter from a young couple who run a supply company, they’d be delighted to come set up shop at Five Fingers.” “Did you tell them they’d be dealing with Indians, Mexicans, and Negros?” Buck asked. “Yep. Said it didn’t matter, they’re not afraid of a person’s color.” Sara smiled. “Come on lets get home. Ike’s probably going insane with worry.” “If he’s back yet.” Buck muttered and nudged his mare into a trot. Despite the fact that they’d been married nearly twenty three years now, Ike and Sara acted for the most part very much like newlyweds. Much like he and Laura acted, or Kid and Lou. Smiling at the thought of Kid and Lou’s little girl they’d adopted nine years earlier, she was the apple of everyone’s eye even as the youth he’d taken in two years before had become another son. For some reason, the ranch seemed to be a magnet for those children who didn’t feel they had a place to go to. Many of the ranch hands were young, ranging from the age of fifteen up to twenty three and of different races. Families had come to, and every pair of hands was necessary to run the ranch smoothly, but it was the children that had the most treasured positions on the ranch, they got to live at the main bunkhouse instead out on the range. “You think the boys’ll be back by now?” Jenny asked thinking of her adopted brother and Adrian who’d gone out to check fences along the eastern boarder three days before. “They should be.” Sara replied. “Never could figure out what Wolf would want to do with a fence line but hey its his call.” “Now Sara, that boy just goes out of his way to fit in. Reminds me of someone else I know.” “Who?” Sara glanced at him quickly, “You? Or Ike?” “I was thinking of you.” “Me?” Sara frowned slightly. “I don’t go out of my way to fit in.” “Yes you do. You don’t think about it but you do.” “I guess you’re right.” Sara sighed and glanced out over the expanse of the land. “Hunter’s finished Med School.” “That’s great. How’d he do?” “Top of his class.” Sara spoke with pride. “He got several offers for employment right away from in New York, including a prestigious hospital.” “I hope he took one.” Buck said, noting Jenny’s downcast expression and the way her hands tightened on the reins. He’d watched her withdraw from everything about a year ago. She’d stopped writing Hunter, stopped talking about him, it was almost as though she was trying to erase his memory. At first he’d thought that she had wanted to erase him but the soft sounds of her crying at night had erased that idea quickly, she had distanced herself to save herself the pain of hearing that he’d gotten married and was staying in New York. “Any word on a girl?” Buck asked quickly. “I’d have thought he’d be married by now.” “No, no word. Last letter said he was too busy to dally in foolishness. Besides he said he already had one.” Sara replied noting Jenny stiffen and paste a sickly smile on her face, although here eyes filled with tears. Glancing at Buck she glanced back at Jenny and noted Buck’s slight nod. Jenny didn’t think Hunter would want her anymore. She was as scared of that as she was of him not wanting to come home. “When are you going to start building as school?” Jenny asked suddenly, her voice forced and pain filled. “Probably next month.” Sara replied noting the swift change in subject matter. “I’ve already sent the lumber up there should be ready to start putting the walls and such on by the end of next week.” “I guess tomorrow is next month isn’t it?”Jenny laughed harshly, if anyone noticed it was forced, they didn’t say anything. Seeing the familiar arch way that signaled they were almost home she sighed, she needed to get away from them, get away to her private spot so she could cry. Hunter had a girl, it hurt and was a shock but she knew deep inside that it shouldn’t be. He was handsome, wealthy, and kind. Why wouldn’t some girl snap him up back east? After the wagon was unloaded and everyone had gone their own way she went to the barn to saddle Jack and lead him out of the barn. Swinging into the saddle she nudged him past the houses, past the corrals and pens and out into the open expanse of pasture before kicking him harshly into a gallop, her heart shattering with each stride. She’d lost him forever and nothing was going to change that. Stepping off the train Hunter stretched, sitting for extended periods on a train was uncomfortable to say the least, and for his six foot frame it meant kinks and cramps. Glancing up and down the platform he smiled, just as he’d figured no one was in town and he headed for the livery stable. Stepping past the doors he inhaled the rich smell of horses, hay, sweat, and good clean manure. Laughing softly at himself at the thought he shook his head, only a fool would consider manure clean but after the stench of New York even that smell was pleasant. “Can I help you?” The voice was different, and Hunter turned to ayoung man who stood patiently watching him. “You the new owner?” “Good heavens no.” The boy shook his head. “I’m just working here. You want the boss.” “Yeah.” Hunter said with a smile as the boy walked away. Glancing around he moved over the stall of a tall, leggy black and patted her neck softly. “Aren’t you a pretty lady.” He whispered softly. “Yes?” The aged voice had Hunter turning around with a grin. “I’m looking for a horse.” Hunter said with a quirk of one eyebrow. “Hell Hunter I didn’t know yous was back.” “Just got in.” Hunter replied as the man hobbled forward. “Going to head out tot he house, but I need something to ride.” ‘Take the black. She’s the best I’ve got.” “I don’t know when I’ll get her back to you.” “Think of it as a welcome home present.” the man declared even as Hunter pressed a bill into his hand and stepped back. “Don’t argue.’ Hunter said firmly. ‘Thanks though, I will.” Grabbing a bridle, Hunter buckled the straps easily, and led the mare out into the sunlight. With a quick, agile leap he was settled on the mare’s bareback then wrapped his hand in the carpet bag’s handle before smiling at the young man who moved to stand beside him. “She likes to run.” The boy whispered. “In fact that’s what she does best.” “Good.” Hunter smiled slowly, a look of pure satisfaction coming over his face. “I’m in the mood for a good hard run. See you around.” “Yes sir.” The boy stood silently and watched the young man nudged the mare into a lope as they rode through town. The minute they were clear of the buildings the mare leaped into a full blown gallop, her body hugging the ground even as her ride bent over, leaning against her to allow her the full range of motion she needed to run. Pulling the mare back into a ground devouring trot, Hunter kept her steady as they rode up the road. Not much had changed in the years he’d been gone, other than more strangers were in town and he didn’t like that. Pulling up on a rise he stared at the expanse of land before him and smiled, “Well lets take a shortcut.” He told the mare who bobbed her head in agreement and stepped off the road and into the belly deep grass. Letting the mare pick her own way, Hunter scanned the land that he’d grown up on. The soft sounds of cattle lowing in the distance, competed with the sounds of running water and voices on the wind. Despite the appearance of tranquility this was working land, men did their jobs, money was made or lost depending upon the weather and the grazing. With a soft sigh, Hunter nudged the mare into a gallop angling her toward the main house. Glancing up at the sound of a fast moving horse Sara squinted against the sun her perplexed look fading to a smile as she recognized the rider. “Hon.” She called rising to her feet from where she knelt tending her flower garden. *Yes?* Ike came out onto the porch and down the steps toward her. “Looks like our son is home.” She said with a happy laugh as the black was pulled up and the lanky youth hopped off her back to drop a carpet bag beside her and hurry toward them. “Ma, Pa.”Hunter said hugging his mother. “Its so good to be home. Where is everyone?” “Carrie and Isaac are doing their studies, Kid, Lou and the kids have gone into Sweetwater for a visit and Buck, Laura and their brood are all working. Jenny went for a ride earlier, she should be back soon.” “How’s everyone been doing?” Hunter asked latching onto whatever scraps he could gleen from the conversation about Jenny. He hoped she was happy, hoped the man she’d married was a good man and not prone to the bottle as so many of the young men he’d seen were. “Okay, working hard.” Sara smiled at Hunter’s expression. “Jenny’s the new teacher for the school we’re building up at Five Fingers.” “You’re building a school out in the middle of the range?” Hunter asked slowly, disbelief in his gaze. “No dear, we’re building a school on the edge of the town that’s sitting at Five Fingers. With the rustlers, and other problems we’ve been having it made sense to put some hands up there, they in turn took their wives and families so we just built them a town. Next week the supply train is coming in to set us up with a store.” Sara explained as Ike smiled at them indulgently. *So how long you home for Hunter? I hope you’re planning on staying longer than a few days.* Ike signed quickly before embracing his son. “Actually I’m home to stay.” Hunter declared. “See no reason to go anywhere else to practice medicine, the rate people get hurt and sick around here I’ll be so busy I couldn’t handle a job anywhere else.” “But?” Sara frowned. “Why? You went to school to learn how to practice medicine, we’re a ranch son.” “I know. But I went so I could learn how to help my friends, my family. Not because I wanted to get rich.” Hunter shrugged and glanced up to smile at the rider that trotted into the yard. Watching Jenny dismount he hid his sigh, she was more beautiful than he remembered, her dark hair was pinned back with a clip and her tanned face was the image that had haunted his dreams for so many years. Even before he’d left, he’d known that his feelings for her had changed, she was long longer his best friend in the sense of their childhood, instead he’d had to admit if only to himself that he loved her the way a man loved a woman. Instead of the boyish girl he’d left behind, the woman that stood before him had developed an hourglass silhouette much like her mother, and her back was stiff with pride. “I’m sorry Aunt Sara I didn’t mean to interrupt..” Jenny paused when she recognized the young man standing talking to her aunt and uncle. “Hunter.” She whispered and felt slightly faint. It couldn’t be, he couldn’t have come home. Where was the girl he was in love with? Probably making arrangements to follow him later. Jenny thought as she moved slowly toward the young man. Gasping when he snagged her into a huge hug she clung to him fiercely, at least this way she could live with his touch, his body pressed against hers. “You look fantastic Jenny.” Hunter smiled. “What on earth have you been doing lately?” “Jenny?” The masculine voice although unfamiliar to Hunter held a current of affection and Hunter dropped his arms from around the woman before him and stepped back, his smile pasted into place as he watched a tall, handsome young man with black hair and brown eyes walking toward them. “Wolf this is Hunter.” Jenny made the introductions, noting the distance, the wall that Hunter slid into place easily. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Hunter, Jenny goes on about you all the time.” “As long as you only believe half what she says, we should get along.” Hunter said looking at Jenny who smiled at the tall man next to her. “I’d best put my horse up, she’s probably in need of a rest.” “Are you staying long?” Wolf asked smoothly, unaware of the conflict unfolding in his presence. “Yes.” Hunter smiled. “I’m home to stay.” Turning he walked away, unaware of Jenny’s rapid paler, and the way she seemed to want to reach out to him but held back. Instead he focused on the happy smile Jenny’d had at the arrival of Wolf, the light that filled her eyes when he’d joined them and ignored the pain in his chest. “He seems a bit odd.” Wolf commented watching the young man walk away, there was something about him. A sadness that seemed to cling to him, he’d seen the flare of desire and love in his eyes when Hunter’d looked at Jenny, and he knew Jenny felt the same way about Hunter but something was wrong with the situation. “He seems old.” Jenny whispered glancing at Sara. “Like he needs to rest up for a while.” “Probably cause he’s been in New York for so long.” Sara said glancing at Ike who looked sadly at her and then slid a glance back at Wolf and Jenny. *Probably. I’d best get back to work.* Ike declared and turned to walk away from the whole situation. He knew what the problem was, Hunter had gotten the wrong impression about Wolf and nothing that was said would change his mind. “I’ll put Jack up for you.” Wolf volunteered. “Ma wants to talk about the teaching position at the school.” “Thank you Wolf, I’d appreciate that.” Jenny said and hurried off toward the house. Tonight there’d be a big dinner and such to welcome Hunter home, and she knew she’d need all her strength for that event. She didn’t want to hear about some girl he’d met, and how much he loved her. She wanted Hunter, period. “So how long you known Jenny?” Hunter asked noting it was Wolf that brought the gelding inside, not Jenny. Feeling slightly irritated but also grateful Hunter tried to be gracious and pleasant despite the need he had to go for the other man’s throat. “I’ve been here ‘bout two years now.” Wolf said unsaddling the gelding and beginning to rub him down. “I like it here.” “It’s a nice place that’s for sure.” Hunter said with a final pat on the mare’s shoulder before moving toward the door. “Can get a little crowded though, I imagine you’ll be building another house soon?” “Thinking on it.” Wolf said with a glance at the other man. “I might move up to Five Fingers.” “Jenny’s going to be teaching up there?” “Yep.” “All the best to you then.” Hunter declared with a forced smile, his eyes warning the other man to be careful. “See you at dinner then.” “See you at dinner.” Wolf said and watched the man step out into the sunlight and disappear. A knot began forming in his gut and he swallowed, despite everyone’s claims that Hunter was a nice guy he felt a prickle of fear. Regardless of his blood, Hunter McSwain was the most dangerous man on the ranch, and his anger had been directed squarely at Wolf Cross. Dressing carefully, Jenny took a few minutes to do her hair in a bun before heading down the stairs and across the yard to the McSwain household. In a few days she could get away from the ranch houses and go to watch the raising of the school. “Hey Jenny you look like you’d rather be somewhere else.” Wolf said catching up with her on the steps. “I have no interest in hearing about his newest girlfriend is all.” Jenny replied quietly, softly. “Or about any of the other girls he’s socialized with, or about how grand New York is.” “You gonna tell him that.” “No.” Jenny looked sharply at Wolf. “Any more than I’m telling him you’re my brother.” “For both our sakes Jennifer Cross, I suggest you tell him.” Wolf snapped. “I’m not sitting at a table with a man who’d go for my throat at the slightest provocation because he’s got the wrong impression.” “What are you babbling about?” Jenny demanded angrily. “He thinks we’re a couple.” Don’t be absurd.” Jenny started. “I’m not. He was talking about us building a house and such while I was putting Jack up earlier today. You either tell him or I will.” “It doesn’t matter to him.” Jenny replied swiftly. “He’s got a girl!” “Yeah, and she’s being as impossible as ever. This ranks right up there with you running away Jenny, talk to him.” Whirling Wolf stalked into the house, closing the door in Jenny’s face and ignoring the glare Hunter sent him. He wasn’t getting caught in the middle of a fight over a girl he wasn’t interested in. Biting his tongue, Hunter checked the impulse to tear across the room and go for Wolf’s throat at his obvious rudeness to Jenny. Instead he turned his attention to his cup of coffee and turned to speak to his sister, ignoring the little voice in his head that said he was a fool. For Jenny, dinner was a stifling affair filled with barely concealed hostility from Wolf, and polite indifference from Hunter. As soon as she could, she pleaded a headache and retreated to the safety of her room. Sitting in the dark she felt emotion clogging her throat, choking her as she tried to smother the urge to cry. With a shaky breath she let the tears come, crying for what she’d lost and what she wanted. Everyone was so glad to have Hunter back on the ranch, happy to have him within the fold again, everyone but her. As long as he was here she’d be miserable, she knew watching him make a life with someone else would be more painful than anything and she shuddered, praying the pain would fade before too long. Chapter Seven Opening his eyes to the brilliant sun of a South Dakota morning, Hunter stretched and smiled. It was great to be home amid his childhood friends, a place where the work was hard and yet cleansing. Hearing movement he rolled out of bed grabbing for his clothes to dress before heading down the massive staircase to the kitchen. “Morning Momma.” Hunter said giving her a kiss. The years of hard work hadn’t changed her much, she still was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Her dark hair was peppered with white, and a few more noticeable laugh lines surrounded her eyes, but she was still pretty. “Morning. How’d you sleep?” “Better than I have in years.” “Good. Ready to start the day?” “As ready as I’ll ever be.” Hunter said and glanced out the window at the lush fields behind the house. “I hear you’re planning on building a school out at Five Fingers.” “Yep.” Sara nodded as she made the batter for biscuits. “Why?” “Figured out ride out that way, you know give ‘em a helping hand.” Hunter said pouring a cup of coffee. “With construction, injuries are common.” “I know.” Sara smiled at him. “When were you going to ride out there?” “This morning. It’s a day long ride, figured I’d just trot out that way, get myself reacquainted with the ranch.” Hunter explained easily, the lie slipping smoothly off his tongue. “Not until after you’ve eaten.” Sara stated quickly, calmly. “Everyone should be up by now, best ring the bell and get ‘em in here.” “Yes ma’am.” Hunter smiled at his mother and moved to the front door. Ringing the bell had familiar bodies appearing from the other two houses, the barn, and surrounding pens. Indeed it would be a large gathering at breakfast. Sitting down the table so he wouldn’t have to look at her, Hunter focused instead on his conversation with the others. Catching up on things from the years he’d been absent, and hiding his misery at the thought that this was as close to perfect as he was going to get. As soon as his mother had dismissed everyone he rose and headed for the barn to saddle the black. There was no point in delaying his departure, after all what good would it do. It wasn’t like there’d be any change in this situation. Trotting the mare past the house Hunter refused to glance at the sprawling Cross mansion, he’d done enough of that the night before. With a smooth action the mare glided into a gallop and he directed her past the buildings and out toward the open range of the ranch. “Where’s Hunter going Momma?” Jenny asked quickly as she watched him riding out of the yard. “Five Fingers. He’s going to supervise the construction.” Laura replied quietly. Hearing her daughter’s intake of breath, she felt a little of the unease and disquiet return. Jenny still hadn’t figured it out, Hunter wasn’t going that far out of his way just to watch a building go up, he was keeping his distance from her, from the relationship he thought she had with Wolf. “He’ll be busy that’s for sure. With so much to be done out that way, he’ll be there for a while.” “Why?” Jenny breathed as she stared unseeingly out the window. What could he possibly want to go out there for? Briefly she wondered what everyone was supposed to do when his girlfriend showed up, entertain her while he was off putting the finishing touches on a building? “You know as well as I do why.” Laura replied quietly. “You’re being extremely unfair to both Hunter and Wolf you know. You can’t use one to get the other.” “I’m not using anyone..” Jenny protested. “No? Seems to me you’ve been paying so much attention to your brother that you’ve neglected to notice that your actions are hurting Hunter.” “Why? What’s he got to worry about?” Jenny snapped peevishly. “He’s got some fancy New York society belle coming soon, and if I’m keeping my distance it shouldn’t bother anyone.” Shaking her head Laura cocked her head slightly. “There isn’t any girl coming from New York. If there was, we’d have all heard about it.” “I heard Aunty Sara and Pa talking ‘bout her.” Jenny sniffed as she rose from the soft window ledge she’d been sitting on. “I’ve work to do if I’m to have my papers in order to start school in the next couple of weeks.” Shaking her head at the young woman’s foolishness Laura bit her tongue. Jenny was stubborn, telling her otherwise wouldn’t do any good. They’d have to show her, and showing her would require Hunter’s help, something they weren’t likely to get. Not as long as he believed that Jenny and Wolf were involved. When had things gotten so complicated between them? They’d always been inseparable, even while he was off at school there was letters that had come often enough for the post office to come to the ranch once a week. Now, it was like there was this distance, a wall between them and Laura wasn’t sure they could climb it. Settling into the only empty cabin at Five Fingers, Hunter quickly took over as the foreman as they built the church and school. Working from sun up to sundown each day was exhausting work, but it wasn’t enough for Hunter who spent his nights lying awake staring at the starlit sky, longing for another man’s wife. After a week of long hours, and longer nights Hunter was standing in front of the completed shell of the church surveying it when he turned to see a rider coming toward him. Raising one hand he studied the oncoming rider and sighed, looked like James was coming up for some reason. “Hey James, what brings you way out here?” He asked as the younger man slid out the saddle. With dark curly hair, and startling blue eyes James Miller was the spitting image of his father and just as conscientious. “Got a wire for you.” James said pulling it out of his coat pocket and handing it to the young man he’d watch grow up. “Thanks.” Taking it Hunter tore it open and unfolded the slip of paper. “To Hunter McSwain, Wellsburg South Dakota. Just dropping you a line to let you know that Rebecca and I’ll be out that way in the near future. She’s been dying to see where you grew up, and for the life of me I can’t convince her its any different than the spread her family’s run for years. I reckon we’ll be there around the sixteenth. Scott and Rebecca Hamilton.” “Good news?” James watched Hunter smiled slightly and waited for him to agree or disagree depending on how he took it. “Yeah. An old college friend of mine and his wife are coming to visit next week. With Five Fingers growing as rapidly as it is, I might convince him to stay here and start a practice. The ranch is a lot bigger than one man can handle, what with the men folk, the children, women and such, we’d be lucky if he decided to stay.” “So where you gonna set up your practice?” James asked quickly. “Well Jenny’s going to be teaching here in Five Fingers, and since Scott’ll take this post I reckon I’ll just stay at the house. With half the hand staying there to easily reach the eastern pastures, it’ll make sense don’t you think?” He said moving aside so one of the hands could heft a board and start inside with it. “I guess.” James said slowly, a frown marring his face. Why would Hunter take a post so far from Jenny? Everyone knew those two were fated to be married, heck even he could see that so why couldn’t they. “You staying out here long or you going straight back in to the ranch houses?” Hunter asked as he glanced at the sky to check the time. “I figure I could stay out here for a few days. Ma and Pa have been making noises about building another house.” “Why?” “Some reason they figure they need one incase someone gets married.” James replied. “Wolf and Jenny are moving out here?” Hunter replied with a puzzled frown. “Wolf said so himself.” “He did?” James stood stunned as Hunter ducked his head into the water trough before putting his hat back atop his dark mass of curls and nodding at a couple of the other men standing around. “I’ll let you boys finish this.” Hunter said quickly. “You figure you’ll be finished by Sunday?” “Si.” The youngest of the bunch, a wiry little Mexican youth nodded. “Saturday.” He promised and moved off at a jog to finish his work. “So what do you plan on doing with yourself?” Hunter asked James as he snagged the reins to his horse and started for his place. “You’re not much younger than I am.” “I’m a rancher.” James stated quickly. “Always have been, always will be. I was born here, I’ll die here.” James shrugged sheepishly. “Besides if I wanted action and adventure I’d follow in Uncle Jimmy’s footsteps.” Nodding at the statement, Hunter thought back to the man who James was named after, a man shot down in the prime of his life by a coward. It had devastated Aunt Louise and Uncle Kid, they’d left the ranch to go to the services without a thought, without hesitation. “What about your brother?” Hunter asked. “Adrian isn’t here, he leave for somewhere?” “Yep.” James said as he took care of his horse. “He’s in Sweetwater. Took a job there working for a US Marshall. Seems to be doing okay for himself.” “He wasn’t the ranching type.” Hunter drawled lazily. “Needs more than what he could get here.” “Yeah well he’ll get it if he figures on being a man with a badge pinned on him. Everyone’s been doing so well lately, even Jenny’s been doing better since she quit the school board.” “Why? Was she having problems with them?” “Some of the parents didn’t want an Indian teaching their children. Peterson was the worst, he’s always making Jenny uncomfortable or pushing her. Jacob said he cornered her in the store the day you arrived home. Figures cause she’s an Indian that she’s trash I figure.” James said quickly and glanced at Hunter when his friend made a dark sound. Seeing the banked fury in the other man’s eyes, James felt a shaft of fear. Regardless of what anyone said, Hunter was the most dangerous of everyone. He felt no fear of anyone, and would often refuse to back down from a fight. When it came to Jenny though, he was as lethal as a rattler, only a fool would hurt Jenny with Hunter McSwain in the state. “Where’s Peterson live?” Hunter asked silkily. “I’ve never heard of him.” “Lives out about fifteen, sixteen miles west of here. His um spread borders ours.” James snorted. “If you call forty aches of barren rock that’s infested with snakes, and pot holes a ranch.” “James everyone’s got to earn a living somehow.” Hunter replied quietly. “Sure but he don’t have to do it the way he’s going about it. We can’t prove anything, but we’re sure he’s rustling our cattle and driving them to market. That’s one of the reasons for the number of hands out here, so many cattle are being lost out this way that it just makes sense for us to have someone here to watch over the place.” James drawled easily as he glanced around. “If we could prove he’s taking the cattle, then we could eliminate the threat but we haven’t caught him in the act just yet.” “I’m sure we will.” Hunter said easily, his pale eyes focused on the western horizon. Jenny was suppose to start teaching in a week, and he was going to make sure she didn’t get hurt doing it. It didn’t matter to him that Wolf was the man she’d chosen, or that he was responsible for her, his heart knew different and that’s what he’d base his decisions on. “So tell me about New York.” James invited. “I’ve always wanted to go, you know see the sites and come back.” “Sites?” Hunter shook his head and laughed. “There’s streets lined with whorehouses, and saloons. Markets, and rich houses that are closed in behind huge metal gates. Cops don’t wear guns, they carried clubs, and the stench. Its like the most awful thing you could ever imagine smelling, the mixed scents of sweat, whiskey, and oh James it was awful. Granted I didn’t do a whole lot of site seeing but still, I walked past most of them and I worked at a couple of nice restaurants but its not something I’d recommend. You want to see something amazing? Take a look around you this is worth coming to see, this is what makes a man feel alive.” Hunter said sweeping his arm at the surrounding countryside. “This is what called to me.” “It wasn’t all though?” James stated quietly. “It’s enough.” Hunter replied and turned to precede James inside. Stoking the fire, he put a couple of steaks on to cook and made a pot of coffee before sitting down and throwing a deck of cards at his friend. “Come on, I’ll play you a couple rounds before dinner.” Laughing at the other man, James shuffled and dealt out a hand of poker. He could feel the tension the other man put off, but sensed it wasn’t directed at him. Feeling a shaft of pity for Peterson, James glanced at Hunter. The man better keep a low profile, if Hunter caught him either bothering Jenny or rustlin’ there wasn’t a badge within miles that could offer any form of assistance to Peterson. Hunter would take him apart, piece by piece and make th other man regret over opening his mouth. “Well?” Wolf stared at Jenny as she saddled her horse. “What?” “You tell him yet?” “No.” Jenny sighed. “In case you haven’t noticed, he’s not around to talk to.” “That ain’t fair Jennifer Marie Cross, you know enough to tell him.” Wolf snarled. “I’m not looking to get my nose busted cause you didn’t tell him the truth.” “Oh please. Hunter’s too busy to even care what I do.” Jenny replied smoothly and brushed past Wolf’s furious frame to lead the steady gelding out into the sunlight. Mounting up she ignore Wolf’s stare and the gathering of her mother, Aunts and Uncle Ike on the porch and sank her heels into Jack’s ribs, sending him lurching forward into a full gallop. “She’s going to get herself killed one of these days.” Sara whispered as she noted the dark look on Wolf’s face. “If Hunter don’t kill Wolf first.” “I told her to be honest with him,” Laura admitted. “She claims it wouldn’t do any good. He’s apparently got himself a girl back east.” “And I’m the mayor of Wellsburg.” Lou snarled as a carriage came up the drive. It was recognizable and made her groan. Nobody rented a carriage from the livery locally, they all had their own mounts or rigs. “We expecting company?” “No.” Sara shook her head and glanced at her husband who shook his head and shrugged. *Could be that friend of Hunter’s.* He signed quickly. *James said Hunter mentioned he was coming for a visit.” “I hope so.” Sara whispered. “I hope that’s all that it is.” “Morning.” A soft voice, obviously feminine greeted them and everyone glanced at each other. “Morning.” Sara said leaning against the beam on her porch and crossing her arms. “Can we help you?” “I’m Missus Scott Hamilton.” The woman slipped easily from the carriage and dusted her clothes off before coming forward. “My husband is right behind me, I’m afraid the man at the livery refused to rent us another saddle horse. Said a lady should drive.” “What can we do for you?” “We’re here to see Hunter actually.” The woman smiled, she was young, with blonde hair and green eyes and an hourglass figure, enhanced by a corset. “Well my son’s out at Five Fingers.” Sara declared. “I can send a rider for him?” “Rebecca?” A man’s voice, deep and clear had everyone turning to face the man who slid out of the saddle, his attire that of a well to do man, money in every line of his body. “Scott this is Hunter’s family.” Rebecca smiled. “I’m so sorry dear I forgot you’re not accustomed to the western saddles.” “I think I’ll live.” The man smiled and wrapped an arm around the young woman’s waist. “I hope we haven’t come at a bad time.” “Not at all. I was just going to send a runner out to tell Hunter that you’re here. He’s out a Five Fingers.” Sara said slowly, distantly as she gazed at the couple. Despite the fact that they were obviously married, she’d caught the flash of something in the woman’s eyes when Hunter’s name had been spoken. “He’s over seeing construction.” “He’s a doctor? What could he possibly do in construction?” Rebecca asked surprised at the statement from the woman standing staring at her. It had only taen Rebecca a few minutes of surveying the land to realize that Hunter McSwain was ten times wealthier than Scott Hamilton, and she wasn’t too worried about changing her identity. She might love Scott, but she loved money more. “Hunter’s a rancher first, and a doctor second Missus Hamilton.” Laura declared. “He’s building his cabin as well.” “His what?” “His cabin, see a couple of months from now he’s to be wed.” Laura declared, noting the coolness in the woman’s tone at her words. “It’s a marriage that was agreed a number of years ago. Jenny and Hunter are very much in love, they just need to reacquaint themselves to things around here.” “Hunter did mention Jenny often enough for me to think the poor man was in love.” Scott laughed and moved away from his wife, he knew her mind and he didn’t need anyone to tell him she didn’t want to stay married to a man who for the most part was only as wealthy as she was. “So Hunter tells me he owns a share of this place, it’s amazing. I’d never have thought that one family could have something like this.” “Well if you count the children, the other couples and such, Hunter owns a slim peice of the ranch.” Sara replied and shifted. “Forgive me my rudeness. Won’t you come in? I’ve got a fresh pot of coffee on.” “I’ll see to the horses Ma.” Wolf said and took the ropes of the two horses ignoring the way the woman moved a few inches out of his way before watching him walk away. He was used to people treating him like he was a social outcast, it came from his Indian blood. “Thank you Wolf.” Sara smiled and ushered the couple inside and over to the table. After pouring coffee she faced them. “So how long are you planning on staying? I imagine being a doctor, you can’t afford to leave your practice for long.” “No ma’am.’ Scott glanced at his wife and sighed, he could see the dollar signs rolling around in her mind and it rankled. “Hunter was always talking about his friends, his family here and I had to see for myself what kind of place shaped Hunter into the man he is.” “A self contained doctor?” “A man.” Scott replied as his wife shifted. “I met Hunter the first year of Med School and it was like looking at ice. He never bent, if he couldn’t do it then it couldn’t be done. I found myself admiring him more and more, as time past. Missus McSwain, I’m sure you’re as aware as I am that Hunter’s not exactly a social person.” “Depends on who you’re talking about.” Sara translated for her husband. “With those he trusts and cares about, he’s very social. It’s just outsiders he doesn’t care for. I’m glad he’s home though. It’s been too long listening to Jenny cry herself to sleep.” “I imagine it is.” Scott shifted. “If it’s alright with you, I’ll ride out to see Hunter, Rebecca can stay and chat with you.” “Certainly. Wolf will take you.” Laura replied quickly. “Lou do you mind if we put our canning off until tomorrow?” “Not at all Laura.” Lou rose smoothly as easily as Laura did and watched Rebecca stare at the woman who’d turned to her. It was obvious that the sight of a blind woman through the younger woman for a loop, and Lou hid her smile with ease. It was a typical reaction, and she wondered with a sick sense of glee what the other woman would do when Buck came in the room. Hearing a door opening Rebecca turned and froze standing in the doorway was a tall, sandy haired man with grey at the temples and warm blue eyes that settled on the one of the other women. Seeing the naked lust and longing in his eyes she glanced over to see which woman it was that had his attention and saw it was the dark haired woman who’d been introduced as Louise. Shuddering slightly she turned her attention back to figuring a way to get some of the wealth from these people. “Hey where is everyone?” the deep, richly alive voice had her glancing up and paling at the Indian who stepped through the door to walk toward the blonde woman with a grin. “Hi Honey,” Laura smiled as he walked over, wrapped her in a hug and stole a quick kiss. After twenty years of marriage she still loved him, still longed for him in the darkness and it showed in everything she did. *This is Rebecca, Hunter’s friend’s wife.* Ike signed and leaned back in his chair, he felt a sick twisting in his gut as he watched her. A body didn’t have to be a genius to see the greed in the woman, hell even he could see her working around to something and he didn’t trust her not to cause problems. “Pleased.” Buck glanced at her, noting the disdain in her eyes and shrugged he had more important things to think about. Like getting his wife alone, he had some news for her and he didn’t want to share it. “Charmed.” Rebecca said, barely concealing her disgust and dismay at having to speak to an Indian. Rising she glanced around uneasily, she needed to stretch and     get her head back in line, and sitting here wouldn’t do that. “You must be tired after your trip.” Sara rose smoothly, gracefully with all the aplomb of a woman who was used to servants waiting upon her, a woman accustomed to wealth and power. Resting a hand on Ike’s shoulder for a moment she shivered slightly as she glanced down into blue eyes with banked lust in them before turning her attention to their ‘guest’. “I’ll show you to your room. I’m sure y ou’ll be comfortable so you can rest up before dinner.” “Thank you.” Rebecca glanced around searching for a servant or someone to show up with her bags, seeing no one she sighed. Looked like she’d be getting them all by herself. “I do appreciate your hospitality.” “Oh nonsense.” Sara smiled calmly at her. “We always have one spare room around here, the rate that folks get injured or appear around here, it’s always best to have one room available. Come with me I’ll show you. Dinner’s at six thirty sharp.” She said quickly. “There are paper’s to be graded and work to be done after dinner so we like to have it fairly early. I do hope your husband is back soon. We’d hate to have him come in after dark, he could so easily get lost.” “I’m sure Hunter will see him back.” Rebecca smiled at her. “Even for no other reason than to see me.” “Oh?” With an embarrassed shrug Rebecca smiled at the older woman. “Hunter and I are very good friends, have been for over a year now.” Staring at the woman Sara felt her blood run cold but didn’t alter her expression as she showed the woman into the room and left hurried under the excuse of fixing dinner. Hunter had some explaining to do when he got home, and she’d be the one demanding the explanation. Pulling up by the barn Hunter glanced at Scott and sighed, his friend hadn’t spoken of Rebecca all afternoon and Hunter had a sick feeling that it was because she was up to her usual tricks. “So who’s she chasing this time?” He asked with a glance at the other man and noting the flash of pain and acceptance. “I’m not quite sure.” Scott said as he glanced at the house to see Hunter’s mother stepping outside. “But I’m tempted to send her back home and appeal for a divorce.” “You’ve got grounds.” Hunter declared only too aware of the problems that Scott had with his wife. “And we both know it.” “Hunter, can I speak with you?” Sara said silkily, her tone unbending as steel and one that he recognized as trouble for someone. Hoping she wasn’t made at him Hunter nodded. “I’ll put the horses up Scott if you want to head inside. I’m sure dinner’s ready.” “Thanks.” Scott smiled at the older woman and hurried toward the house, unaware of the coming explosion within the barn as they disappeared inside it. “How dare you!” Sara snarled as she stepped inside and clenched on hand so she didn’t strike him. “How dare I what?” Hunter demanded. “Offer to care for both horses?” “Allow your mistress to come here, an a married one at that.” “Ma what are you talking about? I don’t have a mistress, married or otherwise.” “Don’t lie to me Hunter. Missus Hamilton already told me.” “Told you what?” “How good friends you are.” “Good friends?” Hunter repeated and clenched his teeth to stop the rage boiling in his blood. Damn her and her worthless hide. “Ma I wouldn’t believe her.” “Why not?” Sara replied quickly. “You’ve completely forgotten Jenny’s alive, you spend your time avoiding her and if you’re not doing that then you’re being rude to her.” “What am I supposed to do?” Hunter shouted. “Being all happy cause she’s in love with someone else? I’m sorry if that’s what you want, I really am Mother because I can’t be. This is my home and I have no intentions of every leaving again but I’ll be damned if I’m going to stand next to Jenny while she says I do to someone else!” “Jenny’s not..” Sara started. “And with all due respect Mother, there’s only one woman I want in my bed and she’s not likely to be there anytime soon.” Hunter growled as he jerked the saddle off the livery horse and stalked down the aisle toward the tack room. He’d passed Jenny in Five Fingers and spoke briefly to her before moving on, he’d been glad to see Wolf and Scott, it meant that he was given an out. An escape had been presented and he took it, clutching it with both hands. “What are you talking about?” Sara demanded noting the banked fury in Hunter’s movements and sighed. So he was in love with her, but why wasn’t he telling her. Who did he have her marrying? “What do you mean?” Hunter said calmly, remotely his control firmly in place. “You know what I’m talking about.” “Ma just leave it.” Hunter whispered. “I can’t exchange pleasantries..” “Whom is she supposed to be marrying?” “Wolf.” Hunter snapped and flushed at his mother’s raised eyebrow. “You know this already why are you hounding me for answers to questions you know the answers to?” “Because you’re wrong.” Sara replied. “Jenny loves you.” “As a friend.” “No. As a woman loves a man.” Sara shook her head and walked over to her son. “Wolf is Buck’s adopted son. Two years ago Buck found him badly beaten on the edge of the ranch and took him in. If he loves Jenny its as a sister.” “No, I was talking to him. They’re building a house..” “No they aren’t.” Sara replied and sighed. “Look you’ll have to find out whatever the truth is from Wolf and Jenny, until then I want you to do something about that woman.” “I’ll talk to Scott.” Hunter promised and sighed, his mother was so innocent when it came to things. She always saw the good things in life, probably a result of having nothing but good times in her life but she was wrong. This time at least, he knew she was wrong. He had to keep his distance before he did something stupid, and hurt Jenny in the process. She didn’t love him the way he wanted her to, he knew that and no amount of sugar coating things would make her feelings change. With a sad sigh he slapped the rump of his mount and headed up to the house to talk to Scott. Rebecca was going home sooner than she wanted if he had anything to say about it, despite her interest he was a one-woman man, even if that woman didn’t belong to him anymore. “Scott.” Hunter greeted his friend as he exited the kitchen a cup of coffee in his hands. “Dinner ready?” “Be another five minutes.” “Good. We have time for a chat.” Hunter said leading him into the den and closing the door. Pa always used this room when he had an important discussion to have, and it worked. Hunter could remember many a time he’d come in here and left a lot wiser sometimes a little sorer but, very much wiser. “It’s Rebecca isn’t it.” Scott sighed and walked to the window. “You Aunt Louise said she’s laying down.” “Indeed she is.” Hunter shrugged. “My family doesn’t lie.” “Jenny’s a beautiful woman.” Scott smiled at his friend, thankful that at least Hunter had someone to call his own if the looks they’d sent each other were any indication. “Yes she is.” Hunter smiled warmly, his eyes taking a far away cast as memories came up to call. “From her head to her toes, she the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and she’s always been that way.” “You’re a lucky man to have her.” Scott turned and didn’t catch the misery in Hunter’s expression before it was quickly hidden. “What did Rebecca do this time?” “Told my mother her and I were having an affair.” Hunter replied then stepped back when Scott whirled to face him, fury in every line of his body. “But..” “Before you get all heated up at me though, think about it. Why would I go after your wife when I’m in love with Jenny? A woman I think we can both agree upon is more real than Rebecca.” “Why would she even think such a thing?” Scott whispered angrily. “Because she looked around and saw money, probably figures I’m worth quite a bit.” “You are.” Scott said resignedly. “Sure. Just not as much as this ranch. I own a small sliver of it. There are eighteen of us that own a share in this ranch Scott, sure it’s making money, it’s always made money but lets face it. You divide what this ranch is worth into eighteen and you’ll find it’s not that much.” “I should have known she’d do something like this. This explains why she was in such a rush to get out of New York.” “Scott, she does love you, but she just loves money more. I meant what I said earlier. If you want that position, its yours. As long as you resolve the issues you and Rebecca have.” Sinking into a chair he studied his friend carefully. “With the construction going on, I’m sure you’re needed desperately out at Five Fingers.” Scott started and Hunter nodded gently, a brief movement of his head in agreement so he continued. “I think tomorrow Rebecca and I will be returning to New York. I’ll let you know as soon as I can about the job. If you haven’t heard from me in a couple of weeks start looking for someone else.” “Don’t worry Scott. I’m sure you’ll find a remedy. Now then, I think dinner’s ready so if you like we’ll join the rest of the family.” Hunter smiled and allowed the other man to precede him, glancing at the mantel he stared at the family picture from back in the days of the express and sighed. The picture sat in a place of honor amongst drawings and other memorabilia that his father had collected over the years. He wished he could say he was doing so well, but he knew better. Loving someone didn’t make for an easy time. Chapter Eight Rolling her shoulders under the exhaustion Jenny sighed, it had been nearly a month since she’d come out here to teach and each day was harder than the one before. The workload was heavy, but it wasn’t heavy enough for her. She had too many hours in the darkness to think of Hunter, to try to calm her body even as she longed to feel him beside her like they’d done so many items as children. Rising from where she sat she left the papers on her desk, her books stacked neatly and grabbed her coat, a nice walk in the dusky air would clear her head, wake her up and then she could go back to work. Leaving the schoolhouse she headed out toward the only place she knew Hunter would be, his cabin. If she went to him with some problem then he’d talk to her, he’d spend time with her until the problem was resolved and she desperately needed to know he was there for her. Four weeks of watching her life crumble, her world fade to be focused instead on one person, one event and she was silently cursing the fact that she hadn’t been honest with him. She’d never revealed Wolf’s identity although she’d heard Sara had, but it hadn’t swayed Hunter. Damn his foolish, proud hide she wished he’d just yell at her or something. Then he’d at least show her the side she knew he had, the one that made him who he was. Suddenly a hard hand clamping down around her shoulders from behind her interrupted her thoughts. Screaming she tried to run, only to jerked by her hair to a standstill and pulled backwards. Struggling she didn’t see Hunter’s cabin door fly open or see him grabbing his gun, all she could feel, all she could see was the rapidly darkening sky and the stench of sweat and stale whiskey. Struggling futilely as she was drug back toward where a horse stood stamping impatiently she cringed when her abductor hauled her tight against his body and whirled her around to face him. Staring into the hard gaze of Peterson she swallowed the bile rising in her throat at the naked lust and hatred in his gaze. She knew what he intended and she renewed her struggles only to freeze when a hard, cold metallic weight settled on her shoulders. “Let her go.” The growl was cold, and furious and from behind her. Closing her eyes at the familiarity of the voice she sobbed slightly when Peterson stepped back slightly and raised his hands. “You won’t shoot me.” He slurred drunkenly and whirled to mount up and tear off down the trail, pushing Jenny at Hunter easily and upsetting both of them. “Easy.” Hunter glanced down the trail after Peterson but shook his head, later. He’d have plenty of time to deal with him later, first he needed to deal with Jenny who was clinging to him and sobbing uncontrollably. “I’m right here Jenny.” Hunter whispered hearing footsteps he picked up his gun and whirled to face a new threat, seeing Wolf he sighed he’d have to let her go now. “Dear God, what happened?” Wolf demanded seeing Jenny’s terror filled face and the slight tear of her sleeve. “Peterson.” Hunter said and shifted, making room for wolf to take care of his fiance. “I’ll get Pa.’ Wolf said. “What?” Hunter gaped at him. “Pa needs to know, so does Uncle Ike and Uncle Kid. Jenny’s with you, she doesn’t need or want anyone else.” Wolf replied turning quickly to race to his horse that stood a few yards away. Staring after him Hunter felt the shock of his words go straight to his heart, Pa? Uncle Ike? Uncle Kid? What was going on here? Turning he moved, lifting Jenny easily and turning to head back to his cabin. It was the normal thing, every night about now Jenny would come over to see him with some problem that she needed his help with, for the first time in four weeks he thanked God that she came to him. If she hadn’t Peterson might have hurt and killed her without anyone knowing. Pushing his horse in the darkness, Wolf shuddered at the fear and icy chills that crept up his spine. He’d seen the look in Hunter’s eyes and he feared it, almost as much as he feared the reaction that would accompany the revelation that Peterson had tried to take Jenny. Spotting the shapes of the buildings in the moonlight he kicked his horse faster, Pa was going to want Peterson’s head but he would have to beat Hunter to it. Sliding off his mount’s bareback Wolf dived up the steps of the first house, uncaring of who’s it was and entered soundlessly. Taking a deep breath he glanced around in the darkness and sighed, it was the Miller household, and he raced up the twelve steps to the upstairs hall before hurrying to the door at the end of the hall. Gasping for breath he raised his hand and began pounding, the sound of Jenny’s scream in his ears. Jerking awake Kid grabbed for the gun he kept in his bedside table. “Yes?” He called as he pulled the hammer back, his gaze steady on the door. “Uncle Kid?” Wolf’s voice was strained and filled with mingled terror and rage. Rolling over he lit a lamp as Lou hollered come in. Seeing Wolf’s chest heaving beneath his shirt and the banked blood lust in his eyes Lou paled in fear. “What is it?” Kid demanded his grip never loosening off his gun as he glanced at the naked fear in Lou’s eyes. “It’s Jenny.” Wolf gasped. “Hunter’s got her safe.” “What happened?” Kid demanded jumping from the bed as Lou grabbed her housecoat and threw it around her shoulders. “I’ll get Buck.” Lou said slipping soundlessly past Wolf and heading down the stairs to the lunch bell that hung from her veranda. This late it would wake everyone, but from Wolf’s state and the tired horse nervously pacing in the yard everyone need to be awakened. Hearing the alarm ringing Buck sat upright in bed and grabbed for his pants without a thought even as Laura rose and grabbed for a wrap to cover her nightgown. “What’s going on Ma?” Jacob’s voice had them glancing at the door. “I don’t know.” Buck growled. “But if Miguel’s drunk again..” “It’s Aunty Lou.” Isaac burst into the room. “Wolf’s horse is in the yard.” “Dear God.” Gasping Laura followed Buck out of their room and toward the front door. Stepping out into the night Buck noted Lou slipping back inside her house and headed that way, just as the door to the McSwain house opened and both Sara and Ike stepped out and headed for the Miller house. *What in tarnation’s going on?* Ike signed sleepily. “Wolf?” Lou glanced at the young man who stood uneasily in front of everyone, for the first time everyone noted the deep fear in the youth’s eyes. “Son?” “He tried to take Jenny.” Wolf whispered. “Hunter stopped him.” “Who?” Buck demanded rising even as his son stepped back from him. “That man from town. Peterson.” Wolf whispered. “I never saw Hunter so mad.” “Hunter’s mad?” Sara gasped and glanced at Buck. “Dear God Buck we have to stop him.” “I’ll saddle up.” Buck headed for the door. “Pa?” Wolf paused, unsure why those around him would be concerned. Surely they didn’t think Hunter would hurt Jenny? Did they? “Once he sees to Jenny Hunter’ll go after who ever it was that touched her.” Buck whispered. “Frankly we’re surprised you’re still alive and in one piece. Hunter’s very possessive about Jenny, always has been right from the time he brought her back after she ran off.” “Why not let him just go after him?” Wolf asked. “It’s his right, she’s his woman.” “Because Hunter won’t kill him. Hunter doesn’t kill anyone, he never has. He’ll go after him and he’ll torture him then leave him to die or survive. Hunter is dangerous.” “I know.” Wolf said remembering the look in the other man’s gaze. “But he won’t leave Jenny until she’s okay.” “Which is why we have to get out there.” Sara whispered. “If he hurt her, Hunter’ll have his scalp.” *I’ll saddle up Duke.* Ike said rising to follow the other two men out of the room. “Tell me exactly what you know.” Sara said quickly. “We have to know what we’re riding into.” Taking a deep breath Wolf glanced around at the women in the room, the older boys and sighed. He had a feeling the gates to hell had been opened. Holding Jenny’s trembling frame, Hunter rocked with her until her sobs had stopped. Pulling the blanket off his bed, he wrapped it around them and kept rocking even as she snuggled deeper into his chest and stared at the wall. To his right was his Hawkins repeater, and deep inside a flicker of rage was building until he was all encompassing. He knew what he had to do; he would find him and kill him. “Hunter?” Jenny’s soft voice had him pressing a kiss into her hair. “Yes Jenny?” “I’m tired.” Jenny whispered shakily. “Can I stay here?” “Yes Jenny.” Hunter smiled into her hair. “You can stay here.” “You won’t leave will you?” Jenny whispered closing her eyes. “You won’t go away and not come back?” “I won’t go away and not come back.” Hunter promised. “I’m always going to be here for you Jenny.” The whisper was soft, barely more than the air being moved and yet he meant it. When this was over, when he’d done what he had to do, they’d sit and talk. It was past time for them to be honest with each other. He wasn’t going to risk losing her without her know how he felt. Leaning his head against the wall Hunter stared out through the darkness, somewhere out there that man still lurked. He would be back, Hunter was certain of it and he knew he had to stop him from hurting Jenny. No matter what, come morning he was going to take Jenny back to the main houses, cancel school for a few days and go hunting. Closing his eyes, Hunter dozed lightly only to jerk awake at the softest sound and grab for his rifle. Hearing a familiar whistle he sighed and whistled back, it looked like Wolf had gone to get the others. Letting the door open he eased the hammer back on his gun and settled back with Jenny’s weight on his chest, exhaustion rising as his tension faded when he realized those he trusted were there. Standing in the moonlight interior of the cabin Wolf stared at the couple curled up on the bed, Jenny was sitting on Hunter’s lap, her arms wrapped around him, her face tucked into his throat trustingly. Hunter sat across the bed, his back against the wall, a rifle lying within reach and a blanket curled over top of both of them. One hand rested possessively on Jenny’s hip while the other was wrapped around her shoulders. *Well?* Ike signed stepping into the room and pausing. Ike and Jenny were curled up much as they had been during their childhoods, wrapped around each other sleeping soundly. For years if you couldn’t find one you searched for the other one, many times he’d been awakened by Buck standing over his bed with his arms crossed and a resigned look on his face. If Jenny wasn’t in her bed, she was in Hunter’s and vice versa, it had irritated everyone until they realized that the pair wouldn’t stop, it was a comfort measure for them. A way of dealing with bad dreams, illness and everything in between at least for them, it had caused more than a few grey hairs amongst everyone else. “Damn you’d think they’d have outgrown this.” Buck muttered as Sara brushed past him and stopped to stare at the pair. “Hunter Isaac McSwain, what am I going to do with you?” Sara muttered planting her hands on her hips. “Buck?” Laura’s voice had everyone turning. “Is she okay?’ “She’s fine. Resting comfortably.” Buck replied as Hunter shifted and opened his eyes to glare at them. “Keep it down.” Hunter groused. “She’s sleeping.” “We’ll stay here tonight.” Buck declared as Kid and Lou pushed into the room. “Thankfully we left the kids at home.” “Until daybreak.” Lou muttered. “They don’t listen any better now than they did when they were little.” “Honey, they’re just concerned.” Kid said with a glance at Hunter who held Jenny tightly and sighed, Buck was right to be concerned. Possession was in every line of Hunter’s tall frame, and he would be the first to admit that the safest place was behind Hunter right now. Getting in his way would prove painful. Saddling his black in the early morning light Hunter tensed at the soft sound from behind him and glanced over his shoulder to see Jenny standing there. “You should be sleeping.” He whispered. “You’re going after Peterson?” Jenny asked. “Yes.” Hunter saw no reason to lie; they both knew that Hunter would go. “Be careful.” Jenny whispered fearfully, she knew as well as anyone just how dangerous it was to rouse Hunter from his easygoing manner. “I’m always careful.” Hunter replied quickly and glanced back at her after securing his rifle to his saddle. “Don’t worry Jenny, I won’t let him near you again.” “But.” Jenny sighed, there was no point in pushing Hunter for more than he was willing to give. Taking the last two steps toward him, she wrapped her arms around him and held on, fearing he wasn’t coming back despite his claims. “Just be safe.” “I will.” Hunter smiled at her softly, trailing a calloused hand down her face before pulling away and mounting up to head after Peterson. Turning Jenny stared at her father and uncles as they rode around the side of the cabin, barely pausing to glance at her before trotting off after Hunter who hadn’t looked back. Wrapping her arms around herself to ward off the chill, Jenny watched the retreating men in silence. She couldn’t feel anything, only a disquieting ease, a numbness that seemed to envelope her whole body. Feeling her mother’s arm around her shoulders she sighed, Hunter was gone, this time she didn’t know if he’d come back. Things could go very, very wrong and he could die out there, alone. “He’ll be home.” Laura whispered to her daughter with a gentle squeeze. “He loves you.” “I know.” Jenny said and sighed as her mother turned her back toward the cabin. She did know, Hunter had always loved her and looked out for her, just as she’d always loved him. Chapter Nine Silence reigned over the men as they rode along, pausing only when Hunter and Buck dismounted and scouted the ground for tracks. Watching his son, Ike felt the chill that he knew meant trouble. Despite his calm exterior, Hunter was like a boiling pot, sooner or later he had to explode, and being within miles of him was dangerous. “He’s headed for Sweetwater.” Hunter grunted as he swung into the saddle. Nudging his mare into a lope he headed for the small town, his friend worked in now. “He’s almost better than you are.” Kid pointed out to Buck. “He’s got more motivation than I’ll ever have.” Buck replied. “I love my daughter, and what happened deserves punishment but Hunter’s not looking for justice. He’s looking for his own form of honor, vengeance.” With a glance at his brothers Buck shrugged. “Only a fool would touch Jenny, and unfortunately Peterson just happens to be one.” *We all knew this was coming. We knew he’d react violently if anyone did anything to Jenny. Why I hoped and prayed that Wolf would stay out of his way as much as possible. Jenny’s the only person I know that can make him mad and not suffer for it.* “Lou said Sara’s terrified Hunter won’t come back.” Kid murmured as Hunter’s horse kept three or four strides ahead of them at all times. “Figures his temper’ll get him killed.” “Hunter?” Buck shook his head. “It won’t be Hunter that doesn’t go home. Wonder how Adrian’s going to handle this intrusion into his work.” “Probably be thankful that there’s some excitement.” Kid said as Hunter drew up and glanced at the ground before dismounting. “Tracks?” “His horse is lame.” Hunter said studying the indents into the ground. “Probably not used to this kind of abuse.” “Well at this pace we’ll get there before him.” Kid stated. “He’s got hours on us Uncle Kid.” Hunter growled. “He’s probably already there.” Mounting up he jerked the mare’s head around and slashed back with both heels sending her into a gallop. “And here I was hoping he’d cooled his temper a bit.” Buck grinned and nudged his horse into a gallop. “Are you two coming?” “We wouldn’t miss this show.” Kid laughed uneasily. Hunter was in a dangerous mood, one that made him as prickly as a bear. For too many years the men had grown up watching and waiting for things to settle down, and now they were watching one of their own go into a downward spiral. Granted they all agreed that it was with good cause, nobody had the right to touch a family member but still, if he kept up the pace, he’d find himself dangling from the gallows long before his time. “Hunter we should ease up.” Buck called noting the pinched look on Ike’s face. “Sweetwater’s only ten miles.” Hunter called back but eased his mount out of a gallop into a ground-devouring lope, which allowed the trio he was riding with to catch up to him. “I’m sure Adrian’ll be glad to see us.” Kid said, thinking of his oldest boy. He’d taken to the law like a duck to water, although Adrian had yet to actually draw down on someone, he was more prone to out talk them until they just gave up and surrendered easily without gunfire. *Maybe he can help us out.* Ike signed as his son glanced at him before straightening in the saddle. “Maybe.” Hunter drawled and fell silent, losing himself to his thoughts. Adrian glanced up uneasily as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and sighed. It didn’t look like anything or anyone was out of place and yet something told him that there was trouble on the horizon. Silently cursing the fact that he’d grown up surrounded by men who’s hunches were usually right on the money, Adrian rose smoothly and stepped inside to grab his rifle before coming back outside to reclaim his chair. Leaning back on two legs he gazed up and down the street, old man Peterson was in town and looking in a rage. He’d glanced at Adrian with naked fear in his bloodshot eyes and shuffled off to the saloon, for the first time in his life Adrian was tempted to shoot someone. “Well lookee there.” The drawl had him turning his head to where his boss, Marshall Tom Jacks stood pointing at four riders riding abreast trotting up the street. Rising Adrian swallowed painfully and glanced at his boss. “Trouble.” “Ain’t they your kin?” “Yeah.” Adrian said and stared at the tied down six-gun Hunter McSwain wore and the dark look up on his face that reflected the dark horse he rode. “And Hunter’s in a foul mood.” “Hunter’s that doctor friend of yours you was telling me about ain’t he?” “Yep.” Adrian nodded as the horses stopped before him and Kid looked at him with a sad smile. “Hey Pa, Hunter, Uncle Buck, Ujncle Ike. What brings you to town?” “Looking for someone?” Hunter growled angrily, his tone soft, gentle, deceptively calm. “Fella named Peterson. According to Jenny he’s been in Wellsburg a few times.” “I know him.” Adrian said glancing at Buck and noting the same dark look in his eyes as was in Hunters. “What of it?” “You know where he is?” “Was in the saloon.” The Marshall said amiably. “But he rode out of town about twenty minutes ago. Kinda skedaddled easily enough.” “Why?” Adrian said as Hunter turned his horse away from the hitching post. “You an put the horses up at the livery, tell ‘em I sent you, they look done in.” “They are.” Hunter snapped and nudged his mare along as his father dismounted along with both uncles and tossed him the reins. He’d gotten here, and while it was still early enough to have some light. He wanted to have some fun before he caught Peterson, and he didn’t like tracking in the dark. “What’s going on Pa?” “The damn fool touched Jenny.” Buck snapped as Kid shrugged and glanced up the street. “He what?” Adrian gasped; only a fool would do such a thing. Or a drunkard. “Scared the living daylights out of her, she’s fine but Hunter’s madder than a wet cat.” Buck said as Ike stood watching his son. *He’s got a right.* Ike signed angrily. *Jenny’s always been Hunter’s, ain’t got no right to go pawing at her.* “He say anything?” “Hunter?” Kid shook his head. “No. He’s been keeping to himself lately, figuring Jenny and Wolf getting married was cause enough to stay away?” “I thought Wolf was marrying that Mexican girl.” “He is.” Buck said softly. “Hunter doesn’t think so.” “Adrian?” Marshall Jacks glanced at the foursome. “Means Hunter’s on the war path.” Adrian explained. “He won’t do a damn thing in town though, it ain’t his style.” “I understand him being kin and all boy, but I don’t let nobody commit murder around here. He kills a man in less than a fair fight he’ll face charges.” “You don’t understand Marshall.” Adrian faced the older man. “Even if you hung him, he wouldn’t change his path. Only one person that can, and I don’t think she’s going to show up and tell him to cool his heels and let the law handle this. Especially when she’s a half-breed.” “I don’t care of she’s half-gold.” The Marshall replied firmly. “I don’t let bloodshed go about in my town.” “It won’t be in town.” Buck drawled watching Hunter walking up the street. He could see the looks the young man got, the fear in women’s eyes along with the lust in some, the admiration from the men, the awe from children. Hunter was uncommonly handsome with his dark looks and pale blue eyes. The only problem was Hunter could track with the best of ‘em, and hit a target moving or standing still with anything, bow and arrow, shooter, or rifle but when it came to womenfolk he was as blind as a dead man. “Still.” “We’ll keep him out of trouble.” Kid promised as Ike signed an agreement. “Don’t worry. Hunter’ll behave himself.” “Good. Since you got kin in town you can have the evening off, might as well go show em the town.” Smiling Adrian shook his head. “Time was this was their town. Come on Pa, I’ll put you up at my place. I’m afraid you’ll have to share accommodations with the other deputy Joe Morgan. He’s sorta a prickly fellow, don’t like crowds but he’s quiet and clean.” “I’m going for a walk.” Hunter said quickly. “I’ll go with you.” Kid said and started walking beside him with a telling glance at Ike who nodded and followed the other two off. “I’m not going to go get another horse and go after him. Tomorrow’ll give me a chance to deal with Peterson.” “I ain’t going to stop you.” Kid said calmly. “But you can listen to what I got to say nonetheless.” “Uncle Kid.” “No, I know exactly how you’re feeling. Like someone’s stepped on your toes or stolen your most precious possession and the anger is a hard knot in your belly.” Kid started. “Time was I felt the same way. Then I realized that killing won’t make it right.” “I got a right to punish him. He hurt her.” “Yes he did, he hurt her feelings, and scared the daylights out of her.” Kid said with a slight nod. “Look I’m going to tell you a story and you gotta promise me you won’t say a word to anyone. Swear it on Jenny’s soul.” “I swear.” Hunter looked at his uncle, knowing that once his word was given that was the end of it. He didn’t make a liar of himself anymore than he would break a trust. “Years ago, before I’d ever even left Virginia you Aunty Lou was orphaned. She went with her brother and sister to live at an orphanage for a while, then when she was fifteen she left Saint Jo’s orphanage and struck out on her own.” Kid started knowing the telling wouldn’t get any easier for either him or Hunter. “She worked a lot of odd jobs until she got a job doing laundry for this fella. One night about a year after she’d ran away from the orphanage this man, and I use that term loosely Hunter, hurt her. He didn’t have any call to do it, and he didn’t have any reason. She wasn’t that much older, maybe sixteen and it left a scar on her heart.” “It took me a long time to get her to talk about that part of her past, she don’t talk much about it even now. Some nights she has nightmares; other times it’s a shadow that flares up in her eyes. When she told me what had happened to her, I was livid and scared and filled with such helpless rage that I didn’t know what to do.” Kid said softly as they walked along in the dusky light. “It took me a while to realize that I had to let my anger go, that holding onto it wasn’t doing her any good, and if I didn’t let it go it would make a bitter, angry man. I would have given anything in this world to go back and change what happened to your Aunt but I couldn’t then, and you can’t change the scare Jenny got. I agree, Peterson needs to face justice, but not at the end of your knife or gun. For him hanging is a fitting crime.” “No one’s going to prosecute a man who touched an Indian.” Hunter grumbled. “I know that, you know that. Hell everyone knows that.” “Maybe not, but I’m sure Jenny would rather you come home alive and in one piece than for us to bring you home in a box.” Kid replied truthfully. “For some reason that girl loves you, and I know you love her. Don’t hurt her by getting yourself killed, despite the fact that you’re in the right.” “I want him to pay for what he did.” Hunter admitted. “It wasn’t so much that he physically hurt her, he had no business touching my Jenny.” “I know. But you have a choice to make. Revenge or Jenny.” “There’s never a choice.” Hunter smiled softly into the gathering darkness. “There wasn’t all those years ago when I went out into a blizzard to find her, or the countless times I stuck up for her growing up, or even now. Jenny’s my whole world. If I don’t protect her who’s going to do it? Wolf?” Shaking his head Hunter sighed. “He doesn’t love her the way I do, he’s never going to understand that Jenny’s so much more special than what he thinks.” “Wolf isn’t in love with Jenny, he’s sweet on one of the ranch hand’s daughters. Jenny’s waited for years for you to come home, granted you’ve a right to see him punished for scaring her but killing him isn’t the answer.” “I know.” Hunter stared out into the darkness and shivered. “I love her you know.” “I know.” “Pa probably thinks I’ve lost my mind.” “I think if you talked to Ike you’d find that he knows exactly what you’re feeling.” Kid replied crossing his arms over his chest. “He’s in love you know.” “He’s not in love.” Hunter laughed. “He’s with Ma.” “Yeah. But he loves her. Ask him; ask him about what happened before you were born. Ask him about how it felt to be so far from home, from the woman he loved with little hope of getting back. I think you’ll be surprised at his answers.” “Maybe I should.” Hunter admitted as his uncle moved off. Standing in the darkness for a few more minutes, he turned and followed Kid back along the street to Adrian’s house. Closing the door behind them, he nodded at the slight deputy and sat down beside him at the table. “I hope you’ve learned how to cook.” Hunter teased his friend. “Oh we do alright.” Adrian declared and glanced at Joe Morgan. “Joe this is Hunter and my Pa.” “Pleased.” The word was gruffly spoken before the young man turned his attention to other things, mainly his dinner. Glancing out of the corner of his eye at the young man, Hunter paused. There was something about him that didn’t set with him, some little hint that gave Hunter a moment’s pause. *You okay?* Ike signed to his son. “I don’t know.” Hunter sighed. “After dinner can we talk?” *Sure.* Ike nodded. *I’m always willing to listen to you son. We’ll have our coffee outside and talk.* “Thanks.” Smiling at his father, Hunter sat through dinner his emotions running the gauntlet from misery to joy, through it all was the need to see Peterson punished. Slipping outside after dinner, Hunter settled next to his father on the steps and leaned back to stare at the light strewed streets. “Pa tell me about Ma.” Hunter said calmly and noted his father’s start before he glanced at his hands. *What do you want to know?* Ike signed in the muted light. “I want to know about you and Ma. What happened before I was born?” *You sure?* “Yes.” Hunter nodded. “I want to know about the past Pa, I want to know what it was like to have the perfect life?” Ike laughed and shook his head. *Your ma and I never had the perfect life. What we had was far from perfect.* “Then tell me.” With a sigh, Ike settled in next to his son and started at the beginning, the first time he’d seen Sara Wilson and the shock he felt at realizing he was more than a little attracted to her. Long after the others had gone to bed, Hunter sat out on the steps listening to the silence of the night broken by the rowdy music of the saloon and laughter filled voices. Staring at his hands he couldn’t help but feel as though he was letting Jenny down, but deep inside he knew even if he had killed Peterson he couldn’t have faced Jenny with blood on his hands. Maybe Uncle Kid and Pa were right, maybe he needed to let go of his anger, and just let the law run its coarse. He figured Peterson would get off with a warning, maybe he’d get a few months in jail but the bottom line was he’d pay at least something for what he’d done. Besides no court was going to hang a man for scaring a woman, there wasn’t any law against it if he’d hurt her then yes, Hunter could have killed him without thought but he had only wounded her emotionally. Rising as the first pale fingers of dawn crawled across the sky he headed inside, it was time he faced the guilt, and put it aside. Chapter Ten Watching the four riders closely Peterson felt the cold sweat trickle down his body and fear settle into his gut and form a large knot. Swallowing painfully he swiped an arm at the sweat on his face before settling his hat a top his head. He’d wakened on the back of his horse with a killer hangover and the memory of a scream in his head. He’d felt a trickle of unease until he closed his eyes to draw a deep breath in then the unease had turned to blind self preservation when he realized just what he’d almost done. Jenny Cross might be an Indian, but her Pa was one of the richest men in the state, not to mention partners with two other very powerful men. And the young man with cold blue eyes that had pointed a gun at him was someone to be feared. Word up and down the valley was that Hunter McSwain had come home months ago, a doctor no less and he’d heard the tales of his exploits. Years before he’d gone out into a blizzard and brought Jenny Cross back, saving her from a certain death, he’d risked life and limb for her more then once and only a fool would step between them. To hear tell of it, everyone knew that you didn’t mess with him, he was cold and immovable at best, to run cross-grain of him was asking for trouble. Shifting on the hard rocks Peterson raised his old rifle, it was battered but still it was all he had and he leveled it at the oncoming riders even as another joined them. Five against one weren’t even odds but he liked ‘em. Glancing over his shoulder he sighed, the men he’d hired were hiding in the rocks behind him, waiting the moment when they could open up on the unsuspecting riders. Tensing Buck glanced around his eyes restlessly searching the rocks. They knew this area better than anyone, sitting high in those rocks was trouble but he couldn’t see it. *You feel it to?* Ike asked glancing at the others. “Yes.” Kid shrugged in his coat. “Like we’re riding into something that we’re going to find unpleasant.” “They’re in those rocks.” Hunter drawled and scanned them. Pausing midway along he froze, something told him to move, some instinct honed by years of living with his uncles and his folks in a constant struggle to survive. “Down!” He shouted ducking out of the saddle just as a burning sensation took hold in his shoulder and a boom echoed across the gorge. Ducking everyone sent the horses galloping off, they’d come when they were whistled for. Grabbing Hunter who had obviously been hit Adrian dragged him behind a log and hunkered down. “Hey Hunter you’re supposed to avoid getting hit.” Adrian teased. “I know.” Hunter groaned and reached for his bandana. “Push this into the wound.” He grunted. “It’ll stop the bleeding.” “You sure?” Adrian asked. “Yes Adrian I’m sure. I’ve got five years experience telling me it’s the smart thing to do.” Hunter gasped as Adrian poked the clean cotton into the wound and sat back. “Anyone else hit?” “No.” Buck glanced at Ike who shook his head before turning to Kid who shook his head and scanned the rocks. *We need to flush ‘em out.* “Any suggestions?” *I don’t have any suggestions Kid, or I wouldn’t have broached the subject.* Ike signed with a put upon look at the other man. “Rider coming.” Buck glanced down the trail and noted the loose limped gallop of a mustang. “Somebody riding a mustang.” “Joe.” Adrian gasped. “Said he’d be coming out this way. I’ll get him.” “You do that.” Kid ground out as Adrian slipped away into the shadows and disappeared. “He is way to much like his uncles.” “Which ones?” Buck asked as Ike shifted, moving over to look at where Hunter was laying, resting to keep the bleeding to a minimum. *You okay?* “I’ll live.” Hunter smiled painfully. “My rifle?” Picking it up Ike passed it to his son and frowned. *What are you doing?* “Giving him a run for his money.” Hunter growled. “Returning his bullet.” *Hunter you can’t make that distance.* Ike signed desperately. Hunter’s amiable attitude had flown out the window at the pain from a bullet that tore through the muscles and flesh of his body, now he’d play pick a target until he was satisfied. “Who said anything about hitting him?” Hunter smiled slowly, coldly and sucked in a deep breath before lining his sites up with the rocks. He’d heard tales of the army doing something like this with interesting results, and curiosity was a powerful motivator. The boom of his powerful Hawkins tore across the valley followed by a scream and he smiled at his father. “Maybe the army was right.” *Don’t you go doing something foolish.* Ike warned. *Jenny’s going to have our hides for letting you get shot, we’re not covering for you if you get hung.* “Then go home.” Hunter snapped and sited again, his blood cold, dispassionate as he picked a rock and fired again. *When we get home, I’m going to take a willow switch to your backside for using that tone with me young man.* Ike glared at his son who shrugged indifferently and lined up another shot. Ducking to avoid having his head taken off, Ike hunkered down behind the log and checked his load. Damn kid never did as he was told, he always had been too old for his britches. And that damn fool up in the rocks didn’t he have any sense of preservation? Did he not realize that Hunter was in a foul mood that could prove deadly for him? “You think he’d stop if we asked nicely?” Buck whispered glancing at Hunter before focusing on Ike. *No. He’s mad enough to spit lead, Hunter is as temperamental as his mother.* “His mother?” Kid laughed and shook his head. “Try his father.” *You haven’t seen Sara get going.* Ike said. “I’m afraid I agree with Ike.” Buck drawled firing once despite knowing it was futile. “She’s twice as bad as Ike.” *How would you know?* Glancing pointedly at Ike Buck smiled, “Cause she’s been mad at me before. Remember?” Shrugging his agreement, Ike silently swore under his breath at the bullets sinking into the ground inches away from their cover. Hearing hoof beats he peeked out over the log and swore as he realized that the men from the rocks had started down toward them. “Why can’t they just go home?” Kid groused and glanced at Hunter who lined up another shot. “This ain’t a turkey shoot Hunter.” “No sir.” Hunter shrugged. “Don’t intend to let ‘em kill me either.” “Why couldn’t you be less of pain?” Buck groused as the men riding toward them opened fire causing them to duck further into their cover. Hearing Adrian returning with the other deputy, they glanced at each other before facing the young men. “Yes sir, looks like we’re lucky. Joe brought us some rifles.” Adrian said handing one to his Pa and the other two to his uncles. “Peterson hired ‘em last night.” Joe drawled his hat pulled low over his eyes as he faced the oncoming riders. There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation in his stance or fear and the men rolled their eyes, not another one! “Great so now what do we do?” Kid glanced at Adrian. “This is more than just one man’s finagling.” “You’re right.” Hunter drawled. “The worthless toad’s been rustling cattle to.” “How do you know?” Adrian asked. Rustling was a hanging offence, and he was well within his rights to shoot the man down. “That horse he’s riding’s wearing a shoe identical to one of the sets of tracks out at the property line where we’ve been losing so many cattle have been disappearing.” Hunter drawled. “Other than the track there ain’t anything to link him though.” “Track’s good enough for me.” Adrian glanced at his partner. “Joe?” “Good enough for me to. Course I don’t recommend standing up and saying you’re under arrest.” “Duck.” Hunter moved, kicking out with one foot sending Joe sprawling atop Adrian who glared at him as the young man moved on him. “Stay down.” Hunter hissed and glanced up at the men who’d spread out. “They’re trying to get around us.” Kid whispered focusing on the threat that was more immediate then the pair’s wounded pride. “Hunter on your right.” Whirling Hunter lifted the rifle and fired the force of the bullet hitting flesh knocking his target off his feet to lie in a moaning, tangled heap of limbs as he slowly bled out. “You can’t win. There’s three times the men out here.” Peterson’s voice had everyone cringing. “I don’t have to win.” Hunter hollered back. “If I get you, I’ll be happy.” “Now son, I don’t rightly know what your problem with me is.” “No? I think you do.” Hunter replied as he reloaded. “But if not, I’ll tell you anyway. You’ve been bothering my girl, not to mention stealing my cows. Now the law won’t hang you for the first, but they will for the second.” “Law’ll only hang me if you can prove I did it.” Peterson laughed coldly. “And if you’re referring to that squaw, I don’t think it’s wise to admit she’s yours.” Cringing where they sat all eyes focused on Hunter who was calmly loading the gun. “See that’s what your problem is Peterson. You forget what your place is.” Hunter called and shifted lifting his gun and settling it on the log in front of him. “A two bit rustler with nothing better to do than pick on the defenseless.” “I hope you told her you loved her when you left, cause when I’m done with you I’m going back.” Peterson drawled as he inched forward. “No you’re not.” Hunter replied focusing on the moment at hand. He could hear the soft breathing of those next to him, the crunch of gravel under boots, and the heavy panting breath of Peterson who walked slowly toward them, his steps sluggish and awkward. “Unless it’s in a box.” “Pretty thing like that, I envy you son.” Peterson smiled, “Hope she won’t be too disappointed with me taking your place.” Smiling at the words Hunter reared up with his six-gun and pointed it directly at Peterson who stood less than five yards away. “I sure hope your wife don’t mind either.” He said squeezing the trigger even as another boom echoed sending a shard of absolute agony through his body. Watching Peterson fall, he was slightly amazed that it hurt to shoot someone so much. He’d heard Pa say that you never felt a physical pain but he did. He could feel the burning and twisting of his body as he watched the man crumple. After a few more shots amongst the men Peterson had hired as they raced to their horses to make their escape. Watching them gallop off Buck glanced sharply at Ike when he made a muted sound and stared at the blood soaking Hunter’s shirt. *Two.* “Here.” Joe pushed Ike aside and jerked the shirt open to reveal the wound. After prodding it for a moment the deputy withdrew his knife and a bottle of whiskey, after pouring the brew on the knife he smiled slightly at Hunter and shrugged. “This is going to hurt like hell. Bite down on something.” “Just do it.” Hunter said grinding his teeth together as he lay there while the deputy removed the bullet. “Light a cigar.” He glanced at Adrian who promptly did as he was told before handing it to Joe. “Here you go.” He said knocking the ashes off then cringing when he stuck it onto the wound and twisted it into it. Hearing the rapidly increased tempo of his friend’s breathing and his paler he cringed but waited for Hunter to scream, to move, show any sign of the pain he was in. “There.” Joe said tossing the cigar away. “I’m afraid it’s not pretty but it’ll keep you alive.” “Sara is going to have kittens.” Kid groaned wiping a hand down his face. “Not to mention Lou and Laura.” “Jenny’s the one you gotta worry about.” Adrian laughed as he helped Hunter to his feet. “She’s going to be impossible to live with.” “Jenny isn’t that bad.” Hunter ground out as he moved slowly along with Adrian. “You just gotta know when to back off.” “Oh?” Adrian glanced at his father and uncles. “When is that?” “I don’t know. I’ve never had her angry at me.’ Hunter replied with a groan. “Unlike you guys.’ “Lets get you home so Jenny and Ma can fuss over you.” Buck drawled. “Then you can get back to work.” “Figured you say that.” Hunter said with a sharp whistle. Within seconds the horses appeared and trotted toward them. “Home sounds nice right about now.” Shaking their heads, the older men watched Adrian and Hunter move off, their quiet confidence in the other the mark of their friendship and the years they’d spent together. “She’s going to be impossible to live with now.” Buck whispered with a glance at Ike. “A fit punishment for Hunter don’t you think?” *Oh I do.* Ike smiled. *He’s in for it now, and I for one am not going to get in the way. Willow switch be damned, that boy’s going to get himself into hot water and have to get out all by his lonesome. Watching the horizon Jenny paced the confines of the porch, anxiously awaiting word. There’d been no wire, no letter from Sweetwater so she was instead at his cabin pacing back and forth anxiously. When he got back she was going to tan his hide! Spotting riders she glanced behind her to where Matthew and James sat playing a game of cards. “Riders coming.” “Pa?” “I don’t know.” Jenny shrugged. “I can’t see that far.” “Well let’s hope so. I’ve got work to do back home, and if I show up without Pa Ma’s going to have my hide.” James grumbled. “Oh she would not.’ Jenny snapped angrily. “You’re making this whole thing out to be some sort of death wish or something.” “Jenny just forget it.” James sighed. “Looks like Pa’s back anyway.” Turning Jenny watched the oncoming riders anxiously, her mind told her that she was wrong to worry, after all Hunter was the most responsible man she knew, but her heart couldn’t help it. “Looks like Hunter’s hurt.” The soft whisper earned Matthew a withering glance from both Jenny and James. “Well it does.” “Shut up.” James hissed as Jenny moved toward the oncoming riders. Knowing that Hunter was out there hunting that man had made sleep impossible, and she was tired both emotionally and physically. Using iron control Jenny forced herself to stand perfectly still while she waited for the men to ride up. “Jenny.” Buck nodded at his daughter and sighed, she looked as tired as he felt but he knew she wouldn’t leave Hunter until she was sure he was back on his feet. “What happened?” “We were going to arrest him when he opened fire, Peterson was shot?” Kid said quickly. “Hunter?” Jenny looked at the young man who leaned heavily on his saddle horn and smiled at her wanly, his paler increasing the longer he stayed in the saddle. “You look like death warmed over?” “Then I’ve improved.” Hunter ground out painfully, his teeth clenched against the fresh wave of pain as his horse stepped forward jarring him in the saddle. *You’re going to be dead if you don’t get back home* Ike signed angrily. *Let your Ma fuss over you.* “I’ll be fine here.” Hunter said nudging the mare forward painfully until she stopped next to his cabin. “I’ve a nice warm bunk, and all the necessary provisions I need.” *Don’t you give me that.* Ike glared at his son. *Your Ma is going to be here by morning, wanting to fuss over you and I for one am not going to stand in her way.* “Pa I’ll be fine.” Hunter ground out as he slid out of the saddle, thankful that James was there to steady him on his feet. “Just need a couple days rest and I’ll be good as new.” “I’ll watch him.” Jenny said glaring at Hunter hoping the others wouldn’t see her fear as she saw the spreading splotch of red on his shirt. If she wasn’t mistaken it looked like he’d gotten shot. “Stay out of trouble.” Buck warned with a look at his daughter. When those two got going it was safer to stay out of their way. He’d never seen them fight, never even heard about them disagreeing but with the resentment and anger that was simmering between those two it would happen sooner or later, and knowing Jenny’s bad temper and Hunter’s temperaments he felt safer at home. “Yes Pa.” Jenny said as Hunter stumbled inside and collapsed on his bunk. “You don’t have to stay.” Hunter grunted as he kicked his boots off. “I’ll be fine.” “Oh shut up and take your shirt off.” Jenny snapped gathering a bowl of water and a sponge to wash out the wound. “Jenny just leave it.” Hunter said only to grunt in pain when she moved over and grabbed his shirt to peel it off him, none too gently. “Twice!” Jenny stared at the two fresh bullet holes in aggravated horror. “I should shoot you just for getting shot.” “Jenny I said I’ll be fine. It’s nothing to worry about.” Hunter said silently begging that she’d leave the details to him and go away. He could feel his movements of the past few days as well as his flat refusal to stay in Sweetwater where the doctor could treat him compounded the fever climbing and the infection. “You’ll be fine alright. Of all the hard headed, self reliant foolish stunts I’ve ever seen.” Jenny grumbled as she dipped the sponge into the water and began washing the wounds clean. “You’ve got to be the most impossible man I have ever met.” “Ha, looks who’s talking.” Hunter said hissing in a breath when she pushed a little harder on the wound in his shoulder. “Where’s your alcohol?” “In my bag.” Hunter replied. “Why?” Rising Jenny hurried to where his bag lay and opened it to extract the bottle. Walking toward the bed, she noted his paler as realization struck and smiled. “This might hurt.” She whispered as she poured some into a clean, dry bowl and dipped part of the sponge into it before applying it to the wound. “Might?” Hunter hissed his hands wrapping around the edge of the bunk and clenching down into a white knuckled grip. “You don’t have to torture me you know.” “Sorry.” Jenny smiled at him and dropped the used sponge back into the alcohol before reaching for the bandages he had wrapped up in his bag. “At least they’re both without a bullet still in them. I don’t know if I could take one out.” “It’s easy.” Hunter said moving to lie down. “I’m just going to rest for a few minutes okay?” “Sure.” Jenny rose smoothly, her hands gathering the bowls as she watched him slip deeper into sleep before stepping out into the gathering darkness and toss out the water and alcohol that had accumulated. Standing letting the warmth of the evening air brush against her cheeks, Jenny sighed. There was something she had to do, something that made staying on the ranch impossible. She had to tell Hunter the truth, even if it meant losing him forever. Chapter Eleven Grimacing at the pulling sensation of his nearly healed wounds, Hunter hefted the axe up over his head and swung it in a huge arch, shattering the block of wood neatly. Two days ago Jenny had ridden home under some excuse and while he was glad she was out from underfoot, he sorely missed her fussing. Throwing a block aside he stood straight and glanced out over the land he called home. Scott had written him back to say he wasn’t coming. He and Rebecca had split and she’d recently been killed in a driving accident, and Scott needed to get away from everything. He was heading for California or somewhere else nice a warm; somewhere that no one had ever heard of him before. For Hunter the news was a mixed blessing, he was busy with his healing. Probably busier than a body had a right to expect to be this newly out of school but if it wasn’t one of the hands complaining about a cow goring him, it was one of the womenfolk going into labor, a child getting sick, or someone just plain needing a touch of care. His days were so busy that when he did take time for himself, it usually meant he stayed home and did maintenance work on his cabin or brushed his horse down or something that kept him close because inevitably he was called upon to doctor someone. The nights though they were the worst he’d ever had. He kept hearing Jenny screaming and when he was able to get some much needed, rest filled sleep it was usually interrupted by the coming of the dawn. Silently cursing fate, Hunter dropped his axe and glanced up at the sound of a fast moving horse. Recognizing Jenny he sighed looked like she was back in business. Probably coming back to teach school again, something that everyone had been looking forward to. “Hi Hunter.” Jenny pulled Jack up next to the cabin and dismounted gracefully. “How’s it going?” “Good. Enjoying a day off.” Hunter replied quickly and reached for his shirt, the fresh wounds a sore spot with Jenny who often felt the need to play mother hen to him. “So what brings you out here?” “School starts back tomorrow.” Jenny smiled and shrugged. “Beside your mother has been making noises about coming out and visiting you.” “Oh God.” Hunter groaned. “I hope you told her not to bother?” “I did no such thing. I wouldn’t do that to Aunt Sara.” Jenny sniffed the smiled. “I promised her I’d watch out for you for a while, that seemed to ease her mind.” “I’ll bet.” Hunter muttered under his breath as he turned away. “Come on in, I’ve got coffee on.” “Thanks.” Jenny said following him inside. She’s spent the better part of her little trip back home trying to figure out a way of making this conversation more pleasant and had failed miserably. The only way to get this over with was to come right out and tell the truth, and let Hunter decide what he wanted. “Actually I need to talk to you?” “Oh?” Hunter paused in pouring coffee. “I hope you’re not planning on running off just yet.” “Oh no.” Jenny shook her head. “I’m never leaving the ranch if I can help it.” “Oh?” Hunter sighed and wondered briefly what she meant. “So what’s on your mind?” “I um.” Jenny frowned and rubbed her forehead in an age-old gesture of confusion. “I wasn’t exactly honest with you.” “About what?” Hunter asked setting a cup of coffee on the table and sinking into a chair to watch her pace in the tiny confines of the room. “About a lot of things.” Jenny sighed. “But mainly about Wolf and I.” “Look Jenny..” Hunter started. “No just let me finish please.” Jenny held up a hand silencing him effectively. “Sure. The floor’s all yours.” Hunter leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. Just what part of her silence had been a lie? “Wolf and I aren’t involved. He’s getting married next Saturday to Wauneta, one of the girls from here in Five Fingers.” Jenny started. “See Aunt Sara said you had a girl back east and I didn’t want you to think that I was pining for you so I just didn’t correct your assumption about Wolf and me.” She started and settled uneasily into a chair. “I realize I was being unfair to everyone, not just you but to Wolf and Wauneta, and your folks, hell everyone including me. I realize that you’ve probably got a girl; I know the girls back east aren’t that dumb as to let you slip through their fingers. What I’m trying to say Hunter is I don’t want to lose our friendship.” Jenny whispered. “I know I screwed up, but please don’t hold it against me.” Rising Hunter paced to the window and stared out over the flat expanse of blowing grass and open range that made up his back door. “You think that I would forget our friendship?” “No.” Jenny sighed. “But having a girlfriend when you’re best friend is a girl is awkward Hunter. I know that, you know that. Hell everyone knows that.” “Where’d Ma get the idea that I had a girl back east?’ “I don’t know. Her and Pa were talking ‘bout it a while back. Before you came home and she said you had a girl..” “Well she was half right.’ Hunter shrugged and turned to face Jenny. “I did have a girl, only problem is she doesn’t want anything more from me than to be my friend.” “Look I’ll talk to her.” Jenny rose smoothly, ignoring the flare of hope in her chest. No one with the world at his or her feet would want a half-breed squaw; it was just a fact of life. “I’m sure if I talked to her, explained the situation to her that she’d change her mind.” “I don’t think so.” Hunter shook his head. “See she’s got this hang-up she keeps hiding behind, figures she’s not good enough for me.” “Well if she’s got a reason for it..” “She thinks she does.” Hunter replied with a slight frown. “She thinks because she’s something other than a respectable white woman that she’s not good enough for me.” “Now Hunter I don’t think that it would be something so simple to brush aside.” “I don’t know.” Hunter shrugged, leaning against the window ledge. “You tell me Jenny, you stand there and you explain to me why you think you’re a second class woman.” “We’re not talking about me.” Jenny protested weakly, uneasily. “Yes we are. I told you years ago that there wasn’t going to be anyone else in my life. I told you that it was you, and always would be so you tell me why being who you are is so bad.” “I’m an Indian Hunter.” “So?” “Hunter be reasonable, you’re rich, and powerful. You’ve got a medical degree.” “So?” Hunter shrugged. “You’re rich, and powerful, and you’re a teacher. You explain to me how I’m better than you.” “You can’t take me anywhere.” Jenny started uneasily, not sure where this topic of conversation was going but feeling like she’d lost control. They hadn’t been talking about her; they’d been talking about this girl that Hunter was in love with. “Why not? Because you’re an Indian? That’s a load of hogwash.” “Hunter this isn’t about me.” “Like hell it isn’t.” Hunter roared standing up right. “This is about you, it’s always been about you! From the minute I met you it’s always been about you.” “Hunter.” Jenny’s voice was hardly more than a croak as she inched toward the door only to freeze when he slammed it shut and stood in front of it, barring her exit. “Please, this isn’t going to work. We’re best friends, I’m not about to ruin your life.” “Like hell you aren’t.” Hunter snarled reaching out to grab her and pull her against him. “Like hell you haven’t.” He ground out before bending his head to claim her lips with a bruising force. Feeling like someone had lit a fire in her blood, Jenny held on for dear life as Hunter kissed her. Her head was spinning so fast she could barely draw a breath, even as she heard a moan of consent as the kiss eased, the pressure softening from domination to coercion. “Jenny.” The soft whisper had her pulling back to stare into Hunter’s blue eyes. Dear God what was she doing kissing him? What was she doing here? She didn’t need him to know just how much she loved him. “Hunter.” Gasping when he moved, lifting her into his arms, Jenny held on to him as he moved away from the door and headed down the short hall to the master bed. She knew what he planned, but for the life of her she couldn’t refuse him. She couldn’t make herself say no, not when he was everything in her world. Laying next to Hunter who slept soundly, contentedly Jenny listened to the soft hiss of his even breathing and sighed, her eyes focused on the darkened sky beyond the window, a hand resting on the dampened fabric of her pillow. Like a storm that had been unleashed upon them, their passion had burnt hotter and faster than she could have ever imagined, lifting her above herself so easily. Even the brief, startling pain of losing her virginity hadn’t dimmed the pleasure she’d found in his arms, now she lay there with silent tears chasing across her face longing for him again, and knowing that she’d betrayed him. Sure she loved him, sure she’d give anything, everything to lay in his arms forever but he loved someone else. He’d said so, he had told her about a girl he loved, the fool didn’t know what she had. Jenny thought, the girl had no idea of just what she’d managed to snag when she’d captured Hunter’s heart. Sighing she brushed the tears from her face as she felt him shift, his hand sliding across her bronzed skin to rest on one naked thigh, the fingers curled around the muscles. Sighing as her eyes drifted closed, and her body began to tremble she knew she was wrong to stay. She had to get up and dress, make her escape before he woke and began apologizing. Feeling his movements become more focused she arched into a gentle caress and turned onto her back as she felt him stir, what could once more hurt before she left him? Who was it hurting for her to take what she could get? Moaning a soft ascent Jenny turned to him wordlessly, offering the only thing she had to give, everything to him. This time the loving was longer, sweeter and when it was over Jenny curled into him and closed her eyes for a second, she’d get up in a minute and go home. Tomorrow she’d decide what she was going to do, tomorrow she’d face herself in the mirror and let the guilt and regrets have a voice. Tomorrow was soon enough, she thought as she slowly slid into the warmth and comfort of sleep. With his arm draped around her Hunter lay in the darkness and stared at the ceiling torn, he loved her and yet he knew, he’d been told to his face that she wanted his friendship. Nothing more, nothing less, just what she’d always had. Sure she’d admitted that she didn’t deserve him, but still it didn’t mean she loved him. He felt more like a fool than he ever had before, he loved her so much and he’d let his judgement and common sense dissipate tonight when he’d kissed her. To make love to her, then compound the error by doing it again was it any reason that her pillow was soaked with tears? How she must hate him now? Closing his eyes Hunter pulled her closer to him and curled around her in the familiar way they’d slept when they were children. Tomorrow he’d face her, tomorrow he’d apologize for stealing her future away from her. Tomorrow he would make his decisions about his own future. He’d heard that there were some good positions opening up in both South Dakota and in Nebraska, maybe he should consider that. He couldn’t bear to stay and watch Jenny’s resentment toward him grow. Tomorrow he’d make those choices, for now, he wanted to sleep with her pressed against him, he wanted the illusion that she loved him, that she wanted him. Blinking at the faint glow of light in the room Jenny glanced at the window and sighed. Dawn had risen and was peaking at her. Shifting in the bed she rolled over, expecting Hunter to be sleeping next to her and found only a cold indent in the softness of the mattress. Rising into a sitting position she pulled the blankets up under her arms and glanced around, his clothes from the day before were stacked neatly on a box, and his closet hung open revealing empty hangers that should have held his doctor’s suit. Feeling a shaft of fear Jenny quickly kicked off the covers, flinching at the tenderness of her body before grabbing her clothes and dressing quickly. Hurrying out into the main part of the house, she noted the bunk he’d sat up along one wall for patients was neatly made and a pot of coffee sat upon the stove but the room was empty. Grabbing her shoes she put them on and opened the door before quietly slipping out and running to her small room behind the school house. Stepping inside, her chest heaving under the strain of her breathing Jenny slid down the door to sit in a heap on the floor and rested her head against her upraised knees before giving into the burning behind her eyes. She’d acted so shamelessly, throwing herself at him like some whore no wonder he hadn’t wanted to lay next to her to greet the dawn. Everyone had always told her she was respectable, she was a good girl, one who made her choices with her heart. This choice was breaking her heart because she knew he’d only taken what she had offered without a word. She didn’t blame Hunter for what had happened, she couldn’t after all she could have told him no, to stop and she hadn’t. Instead she’d encouraged him, she’d been an active participant and no amount of chasing the blame would change that. Loving him the way she did she knew she couldn’t stay here and make his life miserable. Living in Five Fingers was what he needed, it offered him so much a chance to follow his work, a chance to watch the land he loved so much blossom and prosper. Heaving a sob Jenny shook her head, no she wouldn’t drive him away. She’d find someone else to take over teaching for her and go east or maybe west. She would need to figure out an excuse for her departure but she’d do it, she’d leave the ranch even if it killed her. Watching Jenny run from his cabin, Hunter felt his heart break again. He’d spent the past few hours up and walking the perimeter of the town, unsure how to proceed with this turn of events. Now though, watching her run from his small home away from home he knew, he had no choice he had to leave. The ranch was just as much a part of her, as she was of him and he couldn’t, he wouldn’t force her out. Not when there were so many more chances out there for him than she would ever allow herself. Maybe someday she’d forgive him, she’d allow him to apologize but for right now he had to chose where he was going. He’d wire the capital for another doctor, then he’d go back to the ranch house and tell his Ma and pa he’d been called away on a business trip. From there it would be where ever he turned up, he wouldn’t be back. Although it would kill him to leave this place, and the woman who’d ran from him he would do it. He wouldn’t watch her become bitter and hate filled after what he’d done to her. “Senor McSwain?” The small voice had him glancing down and he smiled at the young boy who looked at him with a smile. “Yes Sam?” “You look sad, is everything okay?” “Yes Sam.” Hunter said looking up at the horizon, “Everything’s okay now.” With a pleased smile the boy darted off, intent on joining in the fun the other boys were having, blissfully unaware of just what was happening right before his eyes. The next week passed in a flurry of activity for Hunter, he wrote the capital hospital with a request for a doctor, he packed his meager belongings into a satchel, he did everything but what he knew he had to do. Finally when he could put it off no longer, Hunter crossed the yard to the schoolhouse late in the afternoon. This way he was sure Jenny would have to see him, after all she only had a couple of minutes before the class was dismissed and he knew she had been avoiding him as much as he’d been avoiding her. Entering the building he watched the children gathering their books and lunch pails before tearing out of the building. “Hunter.” Jenny paled slightly at the sight of him but regained her composure and pasted a smile on her face, inside her heart was jumping and her stomach was twisted. Dear God don’t let him say he’s sorry for what happened. She prayed. Please don’t apologize Hunter, not when I don’t blame you. “Jenny.” Hunter studied her and sighed, her too bright smile spoke volumes she dreaded seeing him, not that he could blame her. After what he’d done to her he wouldn’t blame her. “I uh.” He paused unsure how to say this. “You were right you know.” He started over. “Our friendship is the most important thing to me. I um I’ve been asked to attend a meeting with a couple of other doctors and I think I’m going to go. It’ll give me a chance to learn something more.” he spoke staring at his hat in his hands. This hurt, this hurt more than anything he’d ever done. “How long would you be gone?” Jenny whispered fearfully, her mind screaming yes, her heart shriveling at the thought that she’d driven him from his home. “I’m not sure. Depends on how much information they want to cover.” Hunter replied. “I’m leaving in the morning for the ranch houses, figured I’d tell Ma and Pa before I head out. I’ll wire everyone when I get there.” “Where is there?” Jenny croaked softly, thankful that she was sitting. “Some small town you’ve probably never heard of.” Hunter declared with a pained smile. “Forgive me please Jenny.” he whispered then turned and all but ran from the room, his heart heavy at the lie he’d told, at the heart he’d broken with his carelessness, his lack of regard for her. Hell he deserved this pain, he deserved so much more for what he’d done acting like some animal with her. His leaving would give her a chance to be happy with someone else, and give him a chance to find a way to live with himself. Sitting silently, frozen to her chair Jenny listened to the retreating footsteps until the click of a door latch made her jump. He wasn’t coming back, she knew that, she had succeeded in driving him away. Maybe if she’d gone to him again, maybe then she wouldn’t have to bear the burden of this agony of knowing that she’d destroyed her best friend. Rising on shaky legs she paced to the doors and locked them, shuttering up the windows and began cleaning the room without hardly breathing. Making short work of the chore she retreated to her rooms and sank into a chair as the trembling in her hand began worsening, her breath came in raspy little jerks as she struggled not to cry. Feeling the moisture on her face she reached up with one hand and touched a teardrop, staring at her dampened fingertip Jenny’s control crumpled and she sat in the growing darkness of her kitchen and sobbed heartbrokenly. She’d lost, her gamble hadn’t paid off and she’d lost both his friendship and the faint, unnerving hope that he’d come to love her. Sara glanced up and sighed, she really hated doing laundry but it was seething that was never ending around here. Spotting the familiar black that Hunter rode she smiled, looked like he was coming in for a visit. “Carrie go get your Pa.” She called to her youngest daughter who darted off with Isaac Cross hot on her heels. “Hey Ma.” Hunter swung down gracefully, the mark of a born horseman and tied the mare up with familiar ease. “Hi Hunter.” Sara smiled at him and hugged him tightly. “I’m just about finished here, and your pa’ll be here soon. Just down at the lower pens checking on the bulls.” “No hurry.” Hunter said gazing out over the yard of the ranch. It felt different to him, familiar and yet there was this sense of the unknown. Maybe it was the fact that he was leaving, maybe he was just wishing that thing didn’t have to change, whatever the reason he stood patiently while his ma finished hanging the sheets and soaked in the warmth and sense of home that came with the ranch. “So what brings you home?” Sara asked as she started back for the house. A glance at the pinched, far away look in his eyes and she sighed, must have had a fight with Jenny. “I’m on my way into town.” He replied softly, clearly his tone wooden as though he’d come to accept that it had to be done but not liking the idea. “Oh.” Sara shrugged and opened the door before preceding her son inside. “How’s Jenny?” “She’s fine.” Hunter replied. “Or she was when I saw her last night.” “What’s wrong?” Sara turned to face her son. “You’re hiding something from me.” Shaking his head Hunter bit down on his cheek not to start crying. He deserved what he was getting. “I’m not hiding anything.” “Yes you are.” Sara snapped. “And you can either tell me or I’ll go ask Jenny.” “No Ma.” Hunter shook his head. “Let her be.” Seeing the pain and sadness in her son’s eyes Sara settled into a chair and leaned forward as her son settled across the table from her. “Talk to me Hunter, maybe I can help.” Shaking his head sadly Hunter smiled at his mother. “I did something and now I’ve got to undo it as best I can.” “What did you do?” Rising Hunter paced to the window. “Jenny came by the other day to talk to me. She sure is persistent when it comes to a point she wants to make.” Hunter trailed off, remembering the conversation, remembering his desperation that he make her understand he loved her. He’d failed at that, she had no idea that he loved her and making love to her only proved that he’d failed to listen to her as well. “Things got out of hand, looking back on it I think I knew it was coming but I couldn’t stop it. It was like someone else was in control.” He whispered and turned to look at his mother. “I hurt her and now I’ve got to make things right.” “What do you mean?” Sara started only to freeze when the front door slammed and footsteps echoed up the hall. “Sounds like your pa’s back.” “Hunter!” The booming voice had Hunter flinching as Buck and Ike rounded the corner. “Figured Jenny would’ve killed you by now.” “Not yes sir.” Hunter replied stiffly, he needed to be going. He wasn’t taking the train he didn’t have a destination so there was no point in wasting money on a ticket. Besides he wanted the pain that came with days in the saddle, the exhaustion that would tear at his body, weakening his flesh, punishing him completely for his sins. *What brings you ‘round son?* Ike smiled at him. *Don’t tell me you ran out of patients.* “No sir.” Hunter smiled easily, pushing aside his pain for the moment. “I got a wire.” *You did? From who?* “An old associate.” Hunter replied. “Wants me to come to a meeting.” *Are you taking the train? Did you pack enough, do you need some money?* “I’m find Pa, I have everything I need. I’ll get there in good time don’t worry so much.” Hunter smiled. “So what have you been doing lately? Its getting time for fall roundup ain’t it?” “Yes.” Sara muttered with a dark look. “And since your father seems to think I can’t ride a horse we’re going to be shorthanded.” *We will not.* Ike signed angrily. *Buck’s got family coming for it.* “That is not the point Ike McSwain!” Sara snapped rising to get the coffee. “Now then coffee, or would you like someone else to pour it?” *We’ll discuss it later.* Ike glared at her for a split second before turning his attention back to his son. *So how long’s this meeting?* “I’m not sure.” Hunter shrugged. “Depends on how much they want to cover.” “Well you’ll wire regularly or write?” Sara asked. “Yes Ma I’ll let you know what I’m doing.” Hunter said and glanced at the pocket watch he wore. “But if I’m going to get out of here in time I’d best be on my way.” Rising he shuffled out of the room, ignoring the look in his mother’s eyes as he hurried to the front door and out into the sun. Closing his eyes at the warmth that hit him he all but ran to his horse and swung into the saddle. With a small smile and a wave he nudged the mare into a lope and headed up the driveway and out the main gates. Pausing on the knoll over looking it all he looked back, and sighed. It was the only thing he could offer her, the world as long as it was on the Rocking M ranch. Jerking his mount’s head around he kicked her into a gallop and headed south, feeling the weight of his guilt, and the cold tears that had soaked into the pillow chasing him with deadly intent. “Well that was the oddest visit he’s given us.” Buck sighed leaning against the beam on the veranda and watching Hunter scurry off like a guilty man. “It’s the last one.” Sara sighed and turned to head back inside. She’d never known Hunter Isaac McSwain to lie before, but guilt had obviously done a bit of work on him. What had he meant when he’d said he’d hurt Jenny? She wondered and sighed, there was a lot of things that statement could mean and she wondered just what indeed he’d done. She knew Jenny as well as she knew her own daughters, if Hunter did anything to Jenny it wouldn’t have been something horrible. Jenny loved Hunter desperately so could it be that Hunter had hurt her feelings? *what do you mean his last?* Ike frowned at his wife who glanced at him and sighed before moving into his arms and resting her head on his chest. Glancing at his best friend he shrugged but wrapped his arms around his wife. *Hon it’s okay. Hunter’ll be back.* “No he won’t.” Sara replied softly, her face buried in his shirt. “I don’t think he’s ever coming back.” “I’m sure you’re wrong Sara. After all they’ve been together for years, and Hunter’s left before and come back. He’ll be back.” Holding her tongue, Sara just leaned on her husband, drawing on his strength as she struggled with her fears and her worry. She knew Hunter, he wouldn’t come back as long as he figured he’d hurt Jenny and in his mind that’s what he’d done. “Hey Ma? Who died?” Matthew asked coming up the steps with an apple in his hand. Gasping at her son’s words Sara jerked away from Ike and slammed the door after herself as she hurried inside and up to her room. Dear God, she’d lost one son she didn’t want to lose anyone else. “What I say?” Matthew looked at his father and Uncle Buck. “You missed your brother.” Buck explained as Ike headed inside. “Your Ma’s got the idea that he’s not coming back.” “Oh? Hunter’ll be back. Jenny’s here.” Matthew shrugged and settled into place by the steps. “Give a few weeks, he’ll finish what he’s doing then he’ll come back. Poor fool is nuts ab out that girl.” “I know.” Buck glanced at the young man for a second then smiled. “Well we’ve got work to do getting ready for the roundup. Just don’t go doing something dumb or your pa’ll have your head. We need every man we’ve got this year.” “Yes sir I won’t do anything foolish.” Matthew smiled. “I leave that up to my brother.” Shaking his head Buck started down the steps headed for his house only to pause and glance back at Ike’s second eldest. Sometimes that boy said the oddest things. Stepping off the train the tall, stately dressed man had a bit of grey in his hair and was dressed like a tin horn. However the six gun strapped down told a different story and he moved with the grace and aplomb of a man accustomed to the rigors of the west.  A glance behind him at the pretty oriental woman that followed brought a smile to his face, easing the tense and harsh set of his features. “How you holding up China?” “I’m doing well Frank. It is very hot out here though.” The woman smiled at her husband. “You sure this is the town Doctor McSwain said to come to?” “Indeed.” The man replied and stepped off the platform before helping his wife down and taking her arm. “I’m afraid we’re not working here though.” “Thank goodness for that.” the woman said fearfully stepping closer to her husband as a drunkard was tossed into the street. “Indeed.” Wrapping an arm around her waist he headed for the livery stable. It had been a week and a half since he’d gotten the wire from Hunter McSwain and he’d immediately come out to take over the post. He owed the young man his very life after he’d figured out what was wrong when the other doctors couldn’t, successfully treating his lung infection. “Well lookee here..” The drawl had the man turning to face the man who’d spoken and stared at a dusty, ill kept cowboy who sneered at him and ogled his wife. “Yes indeed. Let us look.” Frank said with a sneer. “Dear look at the poor man, he’s so poor he can’t even afford a bath.” “Now see here.” “No you look.” Frank bristled. “Just because I’m wearing a suit don’t mean I don’t know a few things. I was putting men like you in the ground while you were still suckling at the tit. I’d suggest you run along like a good boy.” “Here a problem?” the drawl had everyone looking at the robust man who stood with his hands tucked into his gun belt, a silver star pinned on his vest. “No sir.” the cowhand swallowed and glanced at the couple. “Excuse me.” Drifting away hurriedly he never looked back. “Sir?” The Marshall glanced over the well dressed couple, he’d heard that they were in town and he didn’t like people passing through without a word of caution. “Yes Marshall?” “You be careful. Out here everything’s got a bite, a sting, or a thorn. We’re not the desert but we have some nasty critters.” “Thank you for the warning sir.” Frank smiled formally. “Could you direct us to somewhere that has a rig for sale, we’re heading for Five Fingers.” “You’re headed for the McSwain’s town?” The Marshall glanced the couple up and down. “No offense sir, ma’am. But you won’t fit in dressed like that. That town’s quiet but it’s made up Mexicans, Negroes, Indians, and little else.” “That’s alright.” Frank smiled warmly at his wife. “We’ll fit right in.” “Livery’s at the end of the street. I’ll ride out with you, wouldn’t want you to get lost and I’m headed that way myself.” “Thank you.” For Jenny it had been the longest two weeks of her life since he’d left. There hadn’t been any word from Hunter and with most of the men off on roundup the older boys were required in the fields for haying, making her classes small and quiet. Even her love of teaching was proving to be a hard won battle, she often found herself thinking back to that night in Hunter’s bed and the tears would threaten only to be pushed aside with an angry shove. The man obviously felt bad about what had happened, he was probably warming that other girl’s bed by now. Sighing she glanced out at the girls sitting doing their figures. “When you’re done your figures you may hand them in the write down the homework for this evening and you can go.” She said softly carefully, her back starting to ache, and going straight up to her head. She was tired both emotionally and physically. She spent hours at night crying into her pillow, a pillow she’d stolen from Hunter’s cabin along with the clothes he’d left. She knew she was pathetic but she couldn’t help herself, it was the only thing she had of his that she could hold. Hearing movement from outside she rose and paced to a window. A rental rig sat parked along with Wellsburg’s Marshall’s horse and she paled. Please don’t let him be hurt she prayed as the door opened and a tall, stately man with a younger oriental woman stepped inside followed by the Marshall. “Afternoon Marshall.” Jenny said as the students turned in their seats. “Afternoon Miss Cross, just introducing the new doctor around.” “New doctor?” Jenny paled and sank back into her chair. “Hunter’s the doctor for this area.” “No ma’am.” The man moved forward with the letter Hunter had sent him. “According to this Hunter’s moved his practice.” Handing over the letter he watched the girl’s color fade as she read the few brief lines. “I see.” Jenny whispered handing the letter back to him with a shaky smile. “Well let me be the first to welcome you to five fingers Doctor Goodenough, it’ll be a pleasure to have you and your wife here.” “Thank you.” Studying the girl, Frank stifled the urge to crack a grin. She was so obviously in love with that boy that it was scary. A glance at his wife and the Marshall revealed the knowledge in their eyes and he sighed. Something told him that when news of his arrival spread he was going to be answering a lot of questions, some he didn’t even have answers to. “I can show you to your house.” Jenny volunteered. “It’s not much just two room cabin but it’s comfortable.” “I’m sure of that.” Frank said with a grin, things wouldn’t be boring around here that was for sure. Sitting in the small, cramped hotel room Hunter called his he stared out the window at the hustle and bustle of Omaha and silently cursed fate. He longed to be back home, longed for the aroma of his ma’s cooking drifting on the evening breeze, for a smile from Jenny. Shaking his head angrily he turned his attention away from the window and rose to pace. He had found a position at the local hospital, it wasn’t anything like he wanted, or was even qualified for but it paid for his room and kept him fed. That was all he could hope for. That and paying the barn fee for his mount, that now stood out behind Sam Cain’s barn resting on her laurels while he slaved away in surgery all day. “Damn it.” Rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands he swore and glared at the offending bed. It looked comfortable, and was big enough for his six-foot plus frame but he couldn’t find rest there. He closed his eyes and was awash in memories of making love with Jenny, her whimpers of pleasure, her open response, the shattering of her innocence. He longed for the time when he was free of the memories when the guilt would leave him be, when he could close his eyes without seeing her face. He’d briefly considered turning to the bottle only to push it aside, he’d never cared for the taste and it would dull his response time and he didn’t want either of those haunts. “I miss you so much.” The soft whisper in the stillness of the room had him resting his head against the cold window. He’d done this. It was a just punishment for what he’d done, hurting her like that. Now if only he could move past the pain of his loss, after all a body couldn’t lose what they had never had to begin with. Chapter Twelve Tapping his fingers on his saddle horn Ike stared at the bustling town of Five Fingers and sighed, Doctor Goodenough had made a place for himself in the town in the weeks since he’d arrived and yet there was something missing, some little thing that he couldn’t help but feel was gone. Watching Jenny he knew she felt it to, she wore a haggard look and was always tired. Yesterday he’d found her at the cabin sitting on the front stoop staring out over the ranch, a far away look on her face and a sadness in her whole body. “Wonder why he left?” Buck muttered as he rode up followed closely by Kid and a couple of the other boys. *I don’t know.* Ike signed and shrugged. *It don’t much matter though, he’s gone. Sara’s been getting angrier at him since the new doc showed up. Can’t figure him out.* “None of us could.” Kid replied softly. “Jenny used to be able to, but even she’s been acting odd lately.” “I think she knows exactly why he left.” Buck sighed and rolled his shoulders tiredly. “She ain’t said more ‘n a few words to anyone about it though. Maybe they didn’t want what we thought.” *Maybe they don’t know they both want the same thing.* Ike sighed. *We’ve all been there, doubts and fear can make things mighty uncomfortable. Maybe neither of them has broached the subject just yet.* “Pa they’re both dumb.” Matthew stated. “Ain’t a brain between em and we all know it. Sooner or later they’ll figure it out themselves, until then best just leave em be.” *You’re so eloquent.* Ike glared at his youngest son for a second before waving to Jenny who waved before ringing the bell to call the students into class. “Call it as I see it.” The boy replied turning his mount away. “Besides that Hunter don’t need anyone, he’s always done very well by himself.” “That’s what scares me.” Buck whispered as the boys rode off. “Jenny needs him.” “Don’t know what to tell you Buck, we can’t go poking our noses in.” “I know. Have we picked who’s going on the drive?” “We’ve got most riders picked already except for the four you said you wanted to pick.” “Oh.” Buck cringed and shook his head. “I must be getting old to have forgotten something like that.” Laughing at him the other two men trotted their horses off without a backward glance to the school house that sat on the edge of the small town. With a parting glance at it Buck turned his horse and loped off after the others. Wiping his forehead on his sleeve, Hunter swung the axe again and felt a moment’s satisfaction when the block shattered neatly before glancing up at the surrounding farm buildings. He’d taken to working out here at the Cain farm to help alleviate the need he felt to go home. His heart told him to go back, to go to her and beg for forgiveness and yet something held him here. Something told him to be a man, and accept that he didn’t deserve it. “You’ve done a bit of work here today.” Emma Cain’s voice had him glancing up with a shrug. “Just doing what I can Aunty Emma. Just sorry it ain’t much.” “It’s more than you need to do.” Emma replied with a smile. “I’m just finishing the making’s for dinner would you join us?” “Thank you but no. I’m due at the hospital in a little while I’d best get back to the hotel and get cleaned up. Maybe next time.” Hunter said and hurried off without once looking back. “He’s still running.” “I can see that.” Emma glanced at her husband. “Damn that boys hide we’re going to do something, he mopes about like he’s lost his best friend and he’s working himself into an early grave.” “Ain’t nothing we can do.” Sam replied gruffly. “Boy’s got to work it out on his own. He’s one of the boy’s kids you figure he’s going to do something the easy way?” “No.” Emma laughed at her husband. “No I guess not.” “Come on Emma, you said something about dinner?” Freshly scrubbed and wearing his usual attire for the surgery Hunter entered the hospital and headed for the ward he worked in. He’d learned not to interfere in other doctor’s work it usually meant more work for him - and not medical work either. After spending an afternoon scrubbing dishes he’d quit trying to help out the others, instead he focused on his little section of work and left it at that. Walking down the hallway he sighed, he didn’t particularly like crowded halls, he was more of the country doctor kind of man. He liked his wide open spaces, the fresh clean smell of spruce trees, and sage, the sweet smell of roses in the morning and honeysuckle clinging to the vines. For a woman who wore no perfume, Jenny had always had the faint smell of honeysuckle clinging to her, an intoxicating scent already. “So McSwain what’s on the schedule for today?” “Pretty routine stuff.” Hunter drawled coldly. He didn’t care for the doctor he shared a surgery with. He was always making some joke about an Indian or one of the other minorities that Hunter had often worked with on the ranch. Not only that he was always coming to work smelling like a bottle of rotgut. “Good, ain’t feeling too well myself these days.” The man snickered and picked up a chart. “Glad to get this over with, another of those days.” With a stifled groan, Hunter began going over his charts and information for the day his mind a thousand miles away on a woman that held his heart in her hands. In the six weeks he’d been gone from the Rocking M ranch, Hunter had yet to spend one day without a thought of Jenny or the regret he felt about stealing her future from her. He’d come to the conclusion that while he regretted taking her future from her, he couldn’t help but feel pleased that he’d shown her pleasure in bed. How many men could claim that with their girl’s first time? Shaking off the thoughts he focused on the multitude of minor surgeries he had to do. Blinking Jenny sucked in a deep breath at the light-headed feeling she had. Grabbing onto the nearest object, the back of her chair she stepped toward her desk only to have a wave of darkness invade her vision and she slid to the floor in a graceless heap. Waking uneasily she glanced around and noted the ceiling wasn’t the same. There were pictures of horses and cows and stuff on this one, whereas the school had no pictures because she’d had none to put up. “Nice to see you’ve rejoined the land of the living.” The familiar voice of the doctor had her turning her head with a slight frown on her face. “What happened?” “I was hoping you could tell me.” The doctor replied quietly a concerned look upon his face. “I don’t know.” Struggling into a sitting position she put a hand to her head and sighed. “I must have fainted.” “That would be my guess.” Doc Goodenough said. “Jenny I want you to be honest with me.” “Okay?” “When was your last cycle?” Jenny shrugged, she couldn’t remember. “I don’t know. I’ve been so busy with school and such that I haven’t been aware of it.” “Any nausea in the morning?” “A little and I’ve been a bit tired.” Jenny shrugged. “Too much stress I guess.” Taking a deep breath Frank shook his head and glanced at Jenny who sat so still and stared patiently at the wall as though being asked personal questions was common. “Jenny you’re pregnant.” He spoke softly, patiently being sure to keep any censure out of his voice. He didn’t need her panicking or worse hysterics right now. He had to find out about the baby’s father, then he could tell Missus McSwain who would in turn pass it along to Jenny’s father. “No.” Jenny shook her head violently. “You’re mistaken.” “Jenny I’m not mistaken.” Frank replied moving to stand in front of her. “I’d say you’re just over six weeks along.” Watching her face pale even further he debated calling China, even as she shook her head and turned fierce eyes toward him. “You can’t tell anyone.” Jenny whispered a hand splayed across her belly. “If you tell they’ll know.” “Jenny they’re going to know soon, especially when you start to show. Look I’m sure the father would do the honorable thing.” “No you don’t understand. If Hunter knows he’ll come back and everyone’ll know why he left in the first place. I won’t do that do him, I won’t bring him back here and ruin his life.” Sliding off the cot she could feel the weakness in her legs and the sick feeling that clung to her body. Dear God she had to get out of here! She had to get away from him. “Hunter will fix things.” Frank said, he’d heard all about how close Hunter was to Jenny from the man and he knew that he loved her too much to let anyone hurt her. “Look I can tell Hunter, then no one needs know anything.” “No.” Jenny shook her head, her hands trembling as she grabbed for the door. “He loves her.” “Who?” “Thank you doctor.” Jenny panted as she struggled with the door before slipping out into the late day sun and closing the door with a click. Standing in the silent room Frank sighed, Missus McSwain had to know, he’d send her a message regardless of what Jenny said. Rocking gently on the porch in the late fall warmth Sara leaned against her husband and sighed, one hand rested possessively on his thigh the other on his arm. His hand was wrapped around hers, and his chin rested on her head as they rocked. So many nights they’d done this, watching the sun set as the ranch bedded down for the night. Glancing up at the sound of hoof beats both of them watched one of the young boys from Five Fingers trotting his mule into the yard. “Wonder what’s happened?” Sara mused as Ike rose and moved to the steps. “Evening sir.” The boy said dismounting and dropping the rein to the ground before trotting up the walk. “Got a message for the Missus from Doc.” *Thank you.* Ike signed the took it from the boy and handed it to Sara who’d joined him. *Wonder what it could be?* He mused as she tore it open and pulled the paper out. “Dear Missus McSwain; I regret to inform you that I must break the doctor patient confidentiality agreement and inform you that Miss Cross has collapse today. After an extensive examination, I’m afraid my only conclusion must be that she’s in the early stages of pregnancy. She has refused to divulge the identity of the father to me, perhaps you might know if there’s someone she’s been interested in. Regardless I leave this in your capable hands. Doctor Goodenough.” Sara frowned and glanced at Ike before sighing and shaking her head. *What?* “I’ll ride out tomorrow and talk to Doctor Goodenough.” Sara whispered, then took his hand. “Come inside and I’ll tell you all about it.” Following Sara into their bedroom, Ike closed the door softly and turned to face his wife. *Okay start talking. What do you know that we don’t?* “It’s Hunter.” Sara whispered. “It makes sense now. Before he left that day he said he’d hurt Jenny.” *You don’t think he’d force her..* “Oh good gracious no! Jenny would go willingly if Hunter said so. I have a feeling that Hunter thinks Jenny doesn’t love him the way he loves her.” *I thought they worked that out already.* “Not as well as we’d hoped obviously. I haven’t heard a word from Hunter since he left. I don’t know how to get in touch with him so what do I do now that we both know that he and Jenny were or are lovers.” *I think we should tell Buck and Laura.* “Kid and Louise should be aware of it as well.” Sara decided as she paced the confines of their room. “Hunter’ll have to be informed. I’ll ride out there tomorrow and talk to Frank then we’ll decide how to find Hunter.” *What happens if Hunter doesn’t want to know?* “Hunter and Jenny love each other.” Sara replied. *Yes he does, but there has to be some reason that Hunter left!* Ike replied with a dark look. “I know.” Sara sank onto the edge of the bed and stared at her husband. “But I also know what it feels like to love someone and feel like they don’t love you back.” Moving to sit next to her, Ike wrapped an arm around her shoulders and sighed. He knew exactly what she meant; they’d spent years feeling like that after she’d been shot. He hoped that things would work out, he desperately wanted Hunter and Jenny to be happy, as happy as he’d been for so many years now with Sara. “Well another night of work is finished hey McSwain?” “Yeah, another night another dollar.” Hunter muttered and tossed his white coat onto a hook for laundry. “I’m headin’ home.” “Oh come on.” The annoying voice of Philip the other doctor that had shown up had Hunter grinding his teeth. “The least you can do is come for a quick drink. Unwind a little you spend way to much time at home, you need a little excitement.” “Fine. If it means you two will shut the hell up and leave me be for the remainder of the year then I’ll go.” Hunter groused and followed them down the street to one of the local high society bars. He was sick and tired of listening to them chat about which girl they were going with, and what her best feature was, and on and on until his mind was a seething mass of fury. Settling at the table, Hunter ordered a beer and leaned back to enjoy it. Hours later a glance out the window revealed that the dawn had come and gone, it was late morning by any indication and he was more than a little full of spirits. “I’m due at home.” Hunter muttered, his words slurred as he rose shakily. “You boys have fun.” “Hunter it’s still early.” “Early came and went hours ago.” Hunter muttered and headed for the hotel room he called his own. Moving slowly but surely he managed to climb the steps and headed for his room. Sitting down at his small table that was in his room, Hunter stared at the small box that held the letter’s he’d received from jenny years before and felt his whole world shift, crumble around his ankles and a fresh wave of guilt and grief rolled over him unhampered by his control. Picking up a pen and paper he sat there and stared at the page until his mind began to blur before he bent his head to start writing. Hours later, the heat of the afternoon’s sun on his face woke him from where he lay crookedly on his bed. Rubbing a hand along his face he swallowed and glared at the offending light, his mouth was dry and filled with cotton, and a powerful need to have a drink of water rose up pushing past his desire to stay still on the bed. A glance at the table revealed the box of letters opened and scattered, a pen and inkwell sitting crookedly along some blank paper and he sighed. He didn’t want her to know where he was; he didn’t want her to know just how much of a fool he was for her. All he wanted was to forget that he loved a girl who didn’t love him back. Hearing a pounding he frowned at the door, certain it wasn’t in his head. “What?” He barked as the door opened and Sam Cain stepped in dressed in his suit and looking only slightly less than impressed. “Hunter.” Sam frowned at the miserable looking young man and closed the door behind him. When Mac at the tavern had said he’d seen a drunken Hunter heading for the hotel Sam had come directly over the day before to find Hunter hunched over a letter working hard at it with the smell of beer soaking his frame. “How’s the head?” “Fine. What can I do for you Uncle Sam?” “Well if you can find your boots, you’re coming home with me. Ain’t never known you to drink a drop Hunter, your Ma would surely have your hide if’n she hears about it.” “no she won’t.” Hunter ground out as he struggled with his boots and rose shakily to his feet. “She ain’t likely to ever know either.” “Just get a move on.” Sam said as Hunter set to work making himself presentable. Picking up some letters that had been strewed about Sam was slightly surprised when Hunter snatched them from his grasp and folded them carefully before sliding them into a small-carved box and tucking it away into a drawer. “I’ll take care of them.” Hunter said as Sam stared at him. “Fine.” Sam said softly as he watched Hunter carefully tending the letters. Probably from home Sam thought before he gave Hunter a once over and ushered him out the door. Emma had nearly had a fit when she realized that Hunter had gotten drunk and insisted he come to the house for some care and attention. With their children grown and gone it didn’t make sense for Emma to worry over one of the express rider’s children so much but Sam indulged her, after all he worried just as much about them boys and girl as she did. “That letter you wrote got off okay. Had one of my boys take it personally.” Sam said settling at the table. “Letter?” Hunter croaked. “Yes, you asked me to send it.” Sam replied with a small smile. “Why didn’t you want me to?” “Don’t recall.” Hunter frowned; he didn’t even recall writing a letter. Last he remembered he’d been trying to figure out how to get his boots off. “Well don’t worry ‘bout it. I’m sure that it’ll get to where it’s going in one piece.” Smiling shakily Hunter turned a pale green at the sight of food and swallowed harshly. “I’m sure.” “Jennifer is what?” Buck’s tone was menacing silk. “Pregnant.” Sara replied sitting at her kitchen table with a slight frown. Despite the way the hands disappeared when Buck Cross roared, she wasn’t going to jump through hoops for him. “She say who she’s involved with?” Laura asked softly. “Take three guesses as long as they start and end with Hunter McSwain.” Buck growled. “Now Buck you know as well as I do that those two have been a team for as long as they’ve known each other.” Sara started. “He left.” Buck shouted. “Just ran off and left her out in the middle of no where without a thought to anything or anyone. Do you realize..” “Buck.” Laura’s tone held a gentle warning as a knock sounded on the door. “I’ll get it.” Lou said rising and hurrying toward the door. Opening it to a handsome young man wearing a badge, a gun and a battered Stetson she stared. “Yes?” “I’m lost.” The man admitted sheepishly. “I’m looking for Five Fingers and unfortunately the fellow in town said it was out here only this don’t look like no town.” “That’s cause this is the ranch house.” Lou replied. “Five fingers is about a half day’s ride west of here. Go straight and you’ll find it. I hope it’s nothing serious.” “Na. Just the boss wanting me to do mail service.” The young man replied tipped his hat and headed for the bay horse standing tied up by the fence. “Lou?” Sara joined her, as Buck’s ranting in Kiowa got louder. “Who was that?” “Some deputy.” Lou replied closing the door softly and glanced at the kitchen. “He’s getting pretty upset. Wonder if we should tell him the rest of it.” “Might as well. Hunter’ll have to dig himself out of this one, I’m not about to do it for him. Besides it’s up to those two to tell the truth and figure this out.” “I know.” Lou sighed and walked into the kitchen to hug Buck who was looking extremely pained and unsettled. “Who else knows about this?” Buck demanded glancing at the trio of women standing around looking at him. “No one.” Lou replied. “Well except for Kid and Ike. They’re trying to figure out where Hunter went.” “Well when they find out I’m going with them. That boy deserves a good thrashing.” “I’m afraid you can’t do any more damage to him than he’s already done to himself.” Sara replied. “He loves her, and you know as well as I do that Jenny’s a bit too proud for her own good at times. Maybe they got into a fight and she told him off.” “Well then both of ‘em will get a good thrashing.” Buck growled. “Right after the baby is born.” “Who’s baby?” Isaac asked walking into the room. “Never mind.” Laura said as Buck got set to rant again. “Did you do as I asked you?’ “Yes ma’am. Jenny still refused to talk about anything but school. I told her you wanted to take to her and she says she’s too busy.” “Looks like we’re going out there tomorrow.” Sara declared and glanced at Buck. “No men allowed. You’d scare her half to death.” “Scare her half to death. What do you think she’s done for me?” Buck ranted. “She’s making me grey!” “No dear that’s old age.” Laura laughed as her husband cursed fluently in Kiowa and stomped out of the room. “Wonder why some deputy was headed out to Five Fingers.” Lou mused as soon as Buck was gone. “Maybe Ryan had a letter for Hunter.” “Adrian knows Hunter’s not here.” Sara replied reaching for the pot of tea. “He’s known for over a month now.” “Well we’ll find out in the morning. No point in getting all nervous and upset without a reason.” Laura declared leaning back and listening to the soft patter of little feet. “Sounds like Ammy’s back from the water hole.” Sounds like.” Lou laughed at the thought of her youngest child, a Christmas present from Kid years before. Amanda Miller had been a constant source of joy in everyone’s lives and it showed in everything that was done. “Hey ma.” ”Hey Ammy how was your swim?” “Good. Then the boys showed up so I came home.” Amanda had refused to swim with them after they’d scared the daylights out of her a couple of years before. “You’ll have to fix them that’s for sure.” Lou laughed and hugged her before she ran off again. Sweeping off the school steps despite the doctor’s protest Jenny was the first to see the lone rider coming trotting toward town. Pausing in her work she sighed, it didn’t seem so long ago that she was watching for someone to come home to her, now she knew better. Hunter wasn’t coming home; he had made his choice when he’d left the ranch. It had been as clear as day, he’d given the battlefield without firing a shot. “Ma’am.” The young man pulle dup next to her and glanced around. “Please tell me I’m in Five Fingers.” “Your in Five Fingers.” Jenny smiled sadly, and glanced around. “Or what there is of it. What can I do for you?’ “I’m looking for a J. Cross.” The man said pulling a letter out of his pocket and holding it up to the fading light. “Or at least that’s what I think it says.” “I’m Jenny Cross.” She said taking the letter and feeling her heart freeze in her chest. It was obviously Hunter’s scrawling writing but what was he writing to her for? Probably to find out if there’d been any consequences of their night together she thought. “Well than that’s for you. Is there a hotel or boarding house here? My horse is beat.” “There’s nothing formal but if you go up the street, such as it is to the white house and tell Maria that I sent you, she’ll put you up. I’m afraid you’ll probably be sleeping next to a bunch of kids but it’s better than nothing.” “Thanks.” With a touch of his fingers to his hat brim, the man rode off and Jenny stepped inside to open her letter. “Dear Jenny; sometimes I can be such a fool. I know I’ve hurt you beyond any hope of acceptance or forgiveness. Hell if I were you I’d set your Pa on me, treating you with such little respect and so little regard to your future. Now I’m stuck in this hellhole called Omaha trying desperately to forget what I’ve left behind and it’s not working. I find myself seeing your face at the least opportune moment, hearing your laughter on the wind. Most nights I dream of us together, the sounds, the sensations and wake with a mind filled with images of us. I’m well aware that you only want my friendship, I won’t press for more than that Jenny but I want to come home. I need you, not as a friend, not as a play mate as a man needs the woman he loves. I’ve always loved you, I was so torn by the need to tell you, and knowing that it wouldn’t make a bit of difference. I don’t expect you to love me back, I’m not so childish as to hope for the impossible, but I would like your forgiveness. Please Jenny, I know I’ve hurt you both physically and emotionally by forcing myself upon you that night. I give you my word as a man that I’ll keep my distance, just please, please let me come back to you. I love you and I’m always going to need you. You can wire me a reply to Uncle Sam’s place. Love for ever Hunter.” Staring at the words Jenny felt her heart start beating again and smiled. For the first time in a long, long time she felt relaxed. He loved her! Clutching the letter to her chest she glanced up the street than sighed. It would have to wait until tomorrow. She wouldn’t be able to do anything tonight but first thing tomorrow morning she was heading for the train. He’d been honest with her, now it was time she was honest with him and no more vague half-truths either. She would go to him and she’d talk to him, make him understand she loved him then she’d bring him home and they could start working on their relationship such as it was. Hunter deserved to know his child, and she deserved to have her lover back. Clapping her hands in a childish display of glee, Jenny moved hurriedly about packing a few essential for the trip before sinking onto the bed. He had said to wire him, maybe he was scared she would say no. It was obvious to her he hadn’t realized she did love him, so maybe he was still feeling guilty about things. With a shrug she sighed, she’d figure it out when she saw him. “Jenny?” Wolf’s faded voice had her rising to walk to the nearest window and opening it to stare at her brother’s face. “Yes wolf?” “You okay? I can hear you moving about in such a rush.” “I was just packing” “Packing?” Wolf stared at her as if she’d lost her mind. “Come in Wolf instead of standing out there.” Jenny smiled warmly at him and moved away from the window to unlock a door. “Jenny what are you talking about?” “I’m going to Hunter.” “Oh?” Wolf stared at the young woman as though she’d lost her mind. “I thought you two weren’t um..” Smiling Jenny shrugged and glanced out the window. “A misunderstanding.” She sighed and looked back at him. “But we’ve worked it out.” “Jenny you need someone to go with you?” “No, you could drive me to the train tomorrow though.” “I’ll drive you to the train.” Wolf sighed and headed out the door a puzzled look on his face and a jumbled mix of emotions in his chest. “I’m leaving at first light.” “I’ll be there.” Jenny promised before closing the door and locking it. Listening to her fading footsteps Wolf closed his eyes, something was going on with this situation. Jenny wasn’t feeling well everyone knew about it, most folks didn’t know why but he’d over heard Pa and Ma talking and frankly he figured Hunter and Jenny deserved each other. Sleep was long in coming for Jenny and she was awake and dressed long before dawn. Walking through the night to her brother’s house she settled onto the porch and waited, he’d be awake soon then she could be on her way. “How long you been up Jenny?” Wolf’s sleepy voice had her glancing at him with a smile. “Longer than you.” She replied. “Well come on, sooner we get to town the sooner I can get on a train.” “You’re the most contrary person I know.” Wolf sighed. “I’m never going to understand a woman.” “Just hitch up the horses.” Jenny smiled at him and waited impatiently for him to come back with the buggy. “Morning ma’am.” The deputy was leading his mount out of the community bar, saddled and ready to go. “Are you going to the train?” “Yes ma’am.” The deputy smiled. “I’ve spent too many days on the trail as is, Sam’s probably wondering where the hell I’ve disappeared to.” “Would you mind terribly if I travel with you?” Jenny asked nervously, fearing the reaction people often had to her Indian blood. “Not at all. Long as you don’t mind traveling in less than first class.” The deputy smiled at her and waited while the buggy rolled to a stop. “Well?” Wolf looked at Jenny who tossed a small satchel into the back and climbed aboard. Settling next to him, Wolf shook out the reins and the gelding started off at a light walk. It was early afternoon by the time they’d reached the train station and Jenny hurried to the ticket counter. “Afternoon Miss Cross.” The ticket man glanced at her and sighed, he knew better than to mess with anyone from the Rocking M ranch, last he’d heard they’d set up their own store rather than listen to the racist remarks they often got at the local merchant’s. “Afternoon Mister Smith, I need two tickets to Omaha.” “Yes ma’am. The usual style.” “No economy is fine. Whatever’s available.” Jenny replied quickly uneasily she was often fearful of coming into Wellsburg everyone knew it had gone down hill after the war and while the Marshall did a good job, he wasn’t everywhere, he simply couldn’t be. “There you are.” The man said handing over two tickets and taking the money before he watched Jenny walk over to where a tall half-breed stood talking to a deputy US Marshall. Shaking his head he returned to his work. There was a train due in a few minutes and he had to be prepared. “Here you are.” Jenny handed the deputy a ticket and hugged her brother before stepping back as a train rolled into place and slid to a graceful stop. “Would you tell Ma for me? I’m afraid I just can’t, no time.” “If I tell Ma, you’re going to have pa showing up waving a shot gun around. He’s not exactly fond of Hunter right now.” “Regardless, I don’t want Mother to worry so if she asks tell her please.” Jenny declared with a smile. “Besides maybe we won’t need to worry about it for too long.” “Be careful Jenny, this is Hunter we’re dealing with.” Smiling Jenny nodded. “I can handle Hunter.” “If you say so.” Wolf said as Jenny climbed on board with the deputy and disappeared beyond his sight. He stood on the platform ignoring the stares, the hostilities around him easily as a window opened and Jenny waved out at him. Waving back he watched the train get into motion then slowly pull out of the station before disappearing into the horizon. “Why are you in town?” Matthew paused next to Wolf who stood on the train station podium. “Jenny’s gone.” Wolf said glancing at Matthew. “What brings you to town?” “Mail.” Matthew wrinkled his nose at the thought. “Ma’s been trying to find Hunter..” “Why bother?” Wolf sighed. “Jenny managed to do it all on her own. That’s where she went to see Hunter.” “That’s impossible. Hunter hasn’t said anything about where he’s at, I know I’ve read the last two letters he’s written home.” “Maybe he didn’t want everyone knowing where he was going. Besides you ever known Hunter to send a deputy after someone?” “A deputy?” “Yeah. The deputy Jenny’s traveling with works in the same town as Hunter.” “Wow, talk about coincidences.” Matthew whistled. “What do you figure?” “A Christmas wedding.” Wolf smiled. “How much you want to wager my good man?” “Five.” “Five it is.” Matthew agreed easily with a decisive nod. It wasn’t like he was going to lose, knowing his brother the minute he found out about Jenny’s condition she’d be kneeling before a priest saying ‘I do’, or having it said for her. Hunter was way to much of the honorable lets-do-the-right-thing, sorta fellow. Much like his uncle Kid. Stepping off the train in Omaha Jenny breathed a brief sigh of relief, for the most part she’d been ignored on the trip, occasionally someone would say something to her traveling companion who would glance at him and smile coldly before returning to his reading. Now standing in the suffocating train station looking around Jenny had to admit she didn’t have a clue as to how to locate Hunter in the big city. “He’s staying downtown at one of the hotels. Right across from the hospital.” John, as she’d found out his name, stated with a crooked grin. “Thank you. How do I get there from here?” “I’ll take you.” The deep voice had both of them turning to see the older, tougher looking man who watched them through narrowed eyes. “I told you to deliver a letter John not bring company back.” “I delivered the letter, she was coming back with or without me.” John drawled rocking back on his heels. “I’ll leave you two alone for your jaunt to the hotel. Sir, ma’am.” With a tip of his hat the man vanished into the crowd leaving Jenny staring at the US Marshall before her. “You’ve got to be Jenny.” Sam said rocking back on his heels a stubby cigar in his teeth. “And you’re Uncle Sam?” “I reckon.” Sam smiled, liking the girl who stood before him. He’d gotten quite an earful from Hunter when the young man had been drunk, and he probably knew more about Jenny than she’d like. “Come on. I’ll show you to his apartment.” “I know I’m showing up a little unexpectedly for you.” Jenny started then smiled. “But Hunter had to realize I wasn’t going to wire him my answer.” “In all honesty I don’t think Hunter’s even aware of what he wrote.” Sam replied. “Trust me, it was heart felt and the honest to God truth but he was a little on the pickled side.” “Pickled?” Jenny frowned at the word. “What are you talking about?” “Hunter was as drunk as a skunk.” Sam laughed. “He’s been spending more time at the hospital lately to avoid the teasing from Emma and I but we still get in a bit of teasing occasionally. Course when he’s drunk he starts talking, and you can’t get him to shut up. I didn’t know that you speak Kiowa as well as English.” “I’m fluent in my father’s tongue yes.” Jenny replied stiffly. “As I’m fluent in several languages. All of them less than respectable.” “All the more power to you.” Sam said as he escorted her along the street, smoothly taking her satchel and offering an arm. It was obvious that she was of mixed blood, anyone with eyes would notice it with the dark hair, and bronzed skin but she didn’t carry herself as someone who’d been sheltered away from prying eyes. Instead she carried herself with the aplomb of someone who was powerful and rich. Her dress although plain enough, screamed money and her hands didn’t appear to have the heavy callouses Emma’s did but then, Sam didn’t figure she had to work very hard being the daughter of one of the partners of McSwain Cattle Company. “What do you do?” Sam asked. “I’m a teacher.” Jenny replied moving closer to him to avoid running into a rowdy cowboy who met Sam’s eyes and flushed before scurrying off like a little boy. “You must enjoy that.” “Sometimes.” Jenny shrugged as they came to a stop in front of a tall, stately looking building. “This Hunter’s place?’ “Yes. I’ll show you up to his room.” Sam said. “Wouldn’t want you to have a problem, usually the owner’s pretty tolerant of folks but he had a bad run in there last night with a couple of strangers and is a bit grumpy this morning.” “Thank you.” Jenny said as they entered. She nodded briefly to the short, pudgy little man who glared at her from behind the counter. “Sam.” The man said. “Just the fella I want to see.” Sam smiled charmingly. “This here’s my niece, Hunter McSwain’s gal. Hope you don’t mind if I show her up to his room.” “Not at all.” At the mention of the McSwain name the man’s bluster had faded and a genuine smile graced his face. “You’ll forgive me ma’am for my earlier unpleasant looks but I found to my horror that folks aren’t always so pleasant as their appearance.” “Not at all sir. I understand perfectly, it happens all the time.” Jenny replied with a quick smile before following Sam up the stairs. “Here you are.” Handign her a key he smiled. “He’s probably at work, my suggestion is go in lay down and rest up till he gets here. Don’t forget to lock the door, he’s likely to hit you if you don’t.” “Thanks.” With a shy smile she opened the door and slipped soundlessly inside. Sinking into a chair after locking the door she made short work of the laces of her boots before kicking them off and rising to put a hand at the buttons at her throat. Hearing a soft sigh she glanced around and noted the rumpled looking bed, a stack of letters on a table, clothes thrown haphazardly around and inched closer to the bed. Hoping Sam hadn’t led her to the wrong room. Seeing Hunter sleeping soundly she smiled and shook her head. After tidying up a bit she glanced at his table and shook her head, no there was no point in leaving it. Moving over she quickly picked up and stacked the letters before moving to put them into the box that they sat by. A quick glance showed that each letter was in her handwriting and had been unfolded and refolded so many times that the writing on the fold lines had faded to nearly invisible. A glance at the bed revealed Hunter slept on, unaware of her presence as she opened the top letter and squinted to read the lines she’d crowded together. It was the last letter she’d written, she’d prattled on about nothing, events at the ranch, how everyone was doing and signed off with a dispassionate flourish. Was it any wonder that he’d come home and ignored her? Blinking at hte sudden burning in her eyes she swallowed the lump in her throat and turned to study Hunter as he lay sleeping. With a tired sigh she moved over to the window and gazed out at the hustle and bustle of a busy town, they should be home now. They should be getting married and making love and doing all those things she’d dreamed about for years. Not stuck in a cramped hotel room begging for second chances. Feeling the oppressive weight of her exhaustion on her shoulders and the hunger that had risen during her trip was nagging her with its persistence. Picking up Hunter’s dinner she sniffed it and set it back on the table with a disgusted look. She wanted sleep more than food and she wanted to be comfortable at that. Stripping down to her camisole she slid in next to Hunter and rolled over, pressing up against him easily and closing her eyes to drift off to sleep instantly, stress and worry fading away as she absorbed the warmth of his body. Blinking Hunter glanced at the window and noted it was dusk, groaning softly as he realized he’s slept in again, he shifted only to find a warm body pressed up against his, someone’s soft breath warming the skin below his ear as though they’d been there for a while.  A frown marring his face he tried to think of who would put a woman up to coming and crawling into bed with him. His mind came up blank and he shifted, easing away from the warmth only to freeze when the woman moved and one arm drifted across his chest to curve around his shoulder, the long fingers curled around his warm flesh familiarly. Shifting one leg he realized he couldn’t move it, her leg was across his, pinning them into place, and he swore under his breath as he tried to figure the situation out. He knew he didn’t bring her up here, he didn’t have anyone in his bed. He didn’t want anyone but the woman he’d already had. Turning his head he found his nose buried into the dark silk of her hair and the faint, but distinctive smell of honeysuckle. Honeysuckle? Hunter jerked and moved one hand to push her hair away from her face to stare into the sleeping features of Jennifer Cross. A slim smile spread across his face only to be wiped off. He had to be dreaming, there was no way that she’d be here. She didn’t even know where he was, did she? “Jenny.” The whisper was filled with love and confusion as he moved trying to extricate himself from her grasp only to freeze when she mumbled something in her sleep and nuzzled her nose deeper into his chest without waking. Moving slowly, so as not to wake her up, he eased from the bed and glanced around. The room had been cleaned and a key sat on his table atop the box that held all his letters, a worn satchel sat by the door, next to it was her boots and her dress a simple green dress lay tossed over the back of a chair. Sinking back onto the bed he glanced at the woman laying sleeping so soundly and sighed. This was the best reason for never drinking again. He did stupid things that made him out to be a fool. Pulling his pants on he sat there in the darkness and watched her sleep, his mind a jumble of confused thoughts. Why would she have come? More importantly why would she have crawled into bed with him if all she wanted was his friendship? Jenny’d been known to sleep on harder things than a floor in her time. “Hunter?” The soft whisper had him moving unerringly toward the bed. “Yes Jenny?’ “Where are we?” “Omaha.” He whispered back, brushing her hair fro her face. “Why aren’t we home?” “Its night Jenny.” Hunter whispered, realizing she was talking in her sleep. Something that when she was confused or upset she would do from time to time. It was best to just answer her and then let her go back to sleep. “Oh.” Jenny sighed and snuggled deeper into the covers. “Can we got home tomorrow?” “Yes Jenny, tomorrow you can go home.” Hunter whispered. “We Hunter, we.” “Yes Jenny.” “I love you Hunter.” “I love you to Jenny.” Hunter smiled at the familiar words. They’d exchanged them so many times in their lives, but now he wanted them to carry a different meaning than before. “You should get some sleep to.” Jenny yawned and pulled the blankets up over her shoulders. “It’s a long ride home.” “Yes Jenny.” Sliding down to lay next to her Hunter closed his eyes, he’d send her home in the morning. A low moan woke Hunter as the sun was streaming into his room’s window. Seeing Jenny curled into a ball in the middle of the bed her face a pale green, and utter agony in her eyes he jerked up right and moved to look at her. “Jenny? You okay?” “I don’t feel good.” Jenny whispered as she struggled with the blasted morning sickness. Traveling it seemed made it worse, as did not eating before going to bed. “I’ll be fine in a minute.” “Jenny, come on we’ll go to the hospital. They’ll have a look at you..” Hunter said moving for her clothes. “I know what’s wrong.” Jenny whispered and pulled the blankets up higher. “I just want to ly here for a bit and it’ll pass.” “Jenny look I know you hate being poked at but still, it could be serious.” “It is.” Jenny closed her eyes and breathed deeply. “But I’m not going to the hospital. If you want to help me go get me some dry toast and an apple.” “Okay.” Hunter frowned but raced to throw a shirt on before heading for the kitchen. Within minutes he was back upstairs and entering his room to find Jenny sleeping soundly sprawled across the bed, the pale color on her face the only sign of her illness. Setting the plate down he moved toward her and for the first time in a long time just looked at her. She hadn’t changed much in all the years they’d known each other, she was still pretty with her patrician features, and wide set eyes. Her dark hair fell down to her waist, and flowed easily, richly like silk through his fingers. He could remember her threatening to cut it off once, he’d been devastated. He couldn’t recall the number of times he’d spent the afternoon just talking with her, his fingers raking through her hair easily, lovingly. He’d known even at twelve when he’d met her that she was his. The perfect girl for him, and he’d been there for her through so much. Maybe what they needed was this time to talk, to sit and have a mature conversation. Not worry about what everyone else wanted, or what was expected of them, just the two of them like when they’d been kids at the pond. With a sigh he moved away from the window and perched on the edge of the bed to trace a finger across her soft cheek. “I’m not sleeping.” Jenny’s sleepy whisper drew a smile from him. “I know.” Hunter replied softly. “Just let me pretend for a minute before you slap my face okay.” Rolling over Jenny opened her eyes and studied him. “Why’d you make love to me?” She asked seriously. “Because I love you.” Hunter replied. “Because I want, need you.” “Oh.” “Why’d you let me make love to you?’ “Because I love you.” Jenny replied moving to sit up against the headrest of the bed. And because its always been you, I could never imagine anyone else in my life that way.” Nodding Hunter stare at his hands. “I meant what I said that day. It’s always going to be you Jenny. Call me crazy but I had this idea that if I went home I could make you fall in love with me. I didn’t realize that loving someone has to be what you want.” “I do want you Hunter.” Jenny whispered. “But look at us. I’m an Indian, sure I’m wealthy, and educationed but I’m still a half-breed.” “So? If you look at my family you’ll find a lot of mixed breeding in it. We’ve got what we’ve got through hard work and sound business decisions. I’m far from perfect, if I was perfect I’d have my own mansion and a town and everything!” “Uh Hunter, you have a mansion and a town of your own.” “Five Fingers ain’t my property. It belongs to all of us. You don’t see me running around with all sorts of fancy ladies hanging off me do you? Jenny I don’t care if you’re an Indian. Do you think your Ma cares that your Pa’s an Indian?” “No.” “Then why would you assume that just cause I’m white that I want a white bride?” “Because people stare at me, they look at the trappings without seeing the person behind them.” Jenny replied. “I know you must have seen more than a few beautiful women in New York, and even here there’s more beautiful women than you can shake a stick at!” “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” “Hunter.” Exasperation was in her tone. “Jenny, I don’t need or want anyone else but you. I love your Indian blood, and your infuriatingly proud hide, I love you.” Hunter replied seriously. “Even if I was hiding something?” “Jenny!” Hunter threw his hand in the air and rose to pace to the far side of the room impatiently. “I don’t care what you’re hiding or not hiding for that matter. As long as it doesn’t mean I’ll be looking over my shoulder for someone with a shot gun, I’ll be happy.” Cringing at his words Jenny shifted. “Does my dad count?” “What are you babbling about?” “Course I doubt if he’d have a shotgun.” Jenny whispered. “Look Hunter I wasn’t trying to hide it from you.” “Spit it out. If your dad’s on the warpath and looking for my scalp I’d like to know why.” “I’m pregnant.” Jenny whispered paling at Hunter’s dark look. “I knew it. I knew you’d get all mad and..” “Back up here.” Hunter raised one hand and looked at Jenny. “What did you tell your Pa that would have him wanting my scalp about you being pregnant?” “I didn’t tell him anything.” Jenny admitted. “He sorta found out from someone else. I didn’t tell anyone.” “Oh Dear God.” Hunter sank into a chair and stared at her. He respected Buck Cross too much for him to allow him to think badly of the situation, to think badly of Jenny. “We’ll get married.” “Hunter McSwain is that your answer to everything?” “No. But if we get married then your Pa won’t scalp me and then I can spend the next few days doing absolutely nothing but making love with you.” “I must be crazy to even consider this situation.” Jenny whispered at the heated look Hunter threw at her. “If my pa wasn’t gunning for you, would you be so quick to offer to marry me? Or rather if I wasn’t pregnant would you still offer?” “Yep.” Hunter grinned at her. “We can wait of course till we get home but I don’t feel right about..” “Shut up and get over here.” Jenny laughed moving over on the bed as he hurried toward her. Watching him strip Jenny smiled at him, she worshiped the ground the man walked on, what could possibly be wrong with making love with him. After all it wasn’t like she was going to get any more pregnant. Staring at her son in exasperation Sara shook her head and glanced at Ike. “Why does it take you a week and a half to go into town and get the mail?” She asked quietly, her tone implying dark threats. “I was waiting for a wire.” Matthew replied digging in the cupboard from a cup for coffee. When he’d gotten a wire that was short, sweet, very much Hunter’s style he’d headed home. He wasn’t too sure that telling the folks where Jenny had gone was a good idea, Buck was still muttering dire Kiowa threats against his brother, and Kid and Pa were in agreement. “From who?” “Jenny.” Matthew replied quickly and reached into the cookie jar to pull out a couple of the sweet treats before his mother snatched it away. “Jenny is out at Five Fingers.” Sara started. “No she isn’t. Wolf drove her to the train, I was there to see her off myself.” Matthew declared easily. *Why was she getting on the train?* “I don’t know. Wolf wasn’t too sure either, something to do with Hunter.” *You have any idea where Hunter is?* Ike asked seeing a shadow moving toward them and knowing who it was easily. “Yes.” Matthew replied and smiled. “Same place Jenny is.” “Matthew you’d best be telling what you know.’ Buck’s dark growl had him spinning to face his uncle. “I don’t know that much.” Matthew replied cautiously. “We all know Hunter and Jenny, if they don’t want to be found we ain’t going to find ‘em.” “Matthew.” Buck’s low warning growl drew a shrug from the young man. “Omaha.” Matthew replied. “That’s at last contact. Could be anywhere by now.” “Then I guess we’ll start looking in Omaha.” Buck growled and stalked out of the room angrily. Hunter was going to be a very sore little boy when he got done with him, in fact he’d wish he’d kept his pants on! Rubbing his eyes tiredly, Hunter stared at the papers in front of him and sighed, after going for nearly three days with little sleep and even less to eat he was tired. Hearing the soft rustle of fabric he glanced up to see Jenny walking toward him with a smile on her face. They’d quickly settled into a routine, spending time together around his schedule at the hospital and slowly rebuilding the foundations they’d started years before. Jenny’d been living with him for a month now, and while Hunter didn’t particularly mind the arrangement, he wanted a band of gold on her finger. “Hi.” Jenny’s soft touch put life back into his tired frame. “Hi. How you doing this morning?” “Okay. The morning sickness isn’t so bad anymore, or maybe I’m just getting used to it.” She smiled at him with love in her eyes an sank down willingly into his lap. They’d long since moved out of the small hotel room he’d been in and taken up a larger suite, one that gave them more space and privacy. “Maybe it’s passing.” Hunter suggested with a slight frown as he thought back to his mother’s pregnancies. Each one had been different, with the same thread of unease and fear running through them until after the baby was born. He worried about Jenny, would she have a healthy pregnancy or would she fall prey to the same affliction that had caused his mother so much discomfort? “I hope so. I’ve never been fond of being ill.” Jenny snuggled into his grasp and stared out the window. “Hunter?” “Yes love?” Hunter sighed at the longing in Jenny’s voice, the quiet way she clung to him. She was lonely here alone with him working all the time and he knew it. “Can we go home soon?” “Yes Jenny, we’re going home soon.” Hunter whispered and sighed. “I’ve given my notice at the hospital. I told ‘em they had until Monday to find another doctor.” “This Monday?” “Yes. I figure it’ll take us a few days to wrap up our business ties here in town, then we can catch a train and head home.” “Thank you Hunter.” Jenny leaned back and smiled at him. “I know its going to be a bit difficult for you to adjust to being back at the ranch.” “No.” Hunter smiled down at her and ran his fingers down the side of her face. “There’ll be no adjustment required. I’m glad to be going home, all this noise and bustle is driving me insane. Not to mention the fact that I never get to see you when I’m working.” “I’m sorry ‘bout that.” Jenny whispered, thinking back to what had happened thelast time she’d gone to the hospital to get him, they’d told her to get out in no uncertain terms, and he’d punched another doctor. She’d been frightened that he’d be fired and charged with assault over it and so she hadn’t gone back. If she needed him she sent him a message through one of the nurses. “Don’t be. The fella deserved it.” Hunter growled, he was still angry about hearing Jenny called by such a filthy name. The other doctor had taken to avoiding him whenever they were on shift together, something Hunter was glad for. He didn’t want to have to kill the bastard for his derogatory remarks about Jenny. “Wonder if Ma and Pa know by now?” “Probably.” Hunter grinned at her. “Knowing your pa he’s on is way if he knows, planning my punishment.” “Your punishment?” “Yeah you know, for dishonoring his daughter.” Hunter said seriously, the twinkle in his eye the only thing keeping her from getting angry. “Yeah and your pa’s going to whip my backside for dishonoring his son.” Jenny smiled. “I love you Hunter.” “I love you to Jenny.” Hunter said leaning back in his chair and stifling a yawn. “And I’m about to fall asleep in this chair, how bout a nap?” “Sounds good.” Jenny said rising and leading him into their bedroom. Stripping down to their undergarments, they slid in the large bed and pulled the covers up over their shoulders, falling asleep within seconds. Stepping off the train, Buck glanced up and down the platform before turning to his wife and Ike and Kid stepped off the train with their wives. “If we find that deputy he might be able to tell us where they are.” He suggested, his mood having not improved during the train ride. “Kid, Buck?” The voice had all of the turning to see a familiar woman, a little older, a little better dressed but still very much the same as she had been years before. “Loulabelle.” “Emma!” Smiling at her, Lou hurried to hug her. “It’s so good to see you.” “I imagine it is. I was just on my way home, would you care to join me?” “We’d love to Emma but we’re sorta looking for..” “Hunter and Jenny?” Emma nodded. “I heard about that from Sam. Poor Hunter had no idea what he was doing the poor soul. Course no they’ve settled in, and other than a few rocky spots at the hospital all seems to be going well.” “Where have they settled?” Buck asked softly, earning a glance from the others. “At the hotel across from the hospital. But you won’t find either of them there at this time of the day. Hunter’s probably going on shift and Jenny’s been spending her nights out at our place.” “You sure she’d be out there.” “Oh yes.” Emma smiled. “She spends quite a bit of time at our place when Hunter’s working. It’s safer and easier for her. Besides they’ve been talking of leaving probably just want to spend their last few days in town with family.” “They will.” Laura smiled. “Does Hunter work tonight?” “I’m not sure. I don’t keep that much of an eye on his schedule.” Emma replied as they headed down the street. “Perhaps if we stopped by the hospital they could tell us.” “That’s a fine idea.” Emma said as they moved through the crowd. Despite the years of marriage, children, and building an empire the boys still wore their guns. It was obvious despite the nice clothes and the wealthy appearances that they hadn’t changed in their mind set all that much. She’d heard so much over the years from Rachel, from Sam even from the company at one point or another and she’d cried when Jimmy’d been killed, cheered when Cody had made a name for himself, and laughed an cried when she’d heard about the babies and the success they’d made of a ranch in the middle of nowhere. “This the hospital.” Buck asked. “Yes.” Emma sighed. “Kid’ll have to go in and ask. Indian’s aren’t allowed.” “Hi Missus Cain.” A young fresh-faced nurse smiled at the older woman as she hurried toward them. “Hello Cassie, is Hunter working tonight?” “No ma’am. He’s got one shift coming up day after tomorrow.” the young woman sighed and smiled, “His wife’s a very lucky young woman.” “Wife?” Buck asked smoothly, charmingly. “That’s what he called her the last time she was here, when he punched Doctor Carter for calling her a squaw.” The woman shrugged. “He quit there yesterday actually, said he’s leaving next week.” “Thank you Cassie.” Emma smiled and glanced at those who stood next to her. “You think he’d go out to your place?” “No.” Emma sighed. “He’s got time off, a suite at the hotel and Jenny. If I were in his shoes, I’d be holed up there until I had to go back to work.” “That’s what scares me.” Lou whispered to Kid as they glanced around at the heavy traffic. “Well standing here isn’t going to get anything done.” “You’re right.” Laura sighed. “Don’t kill him.” She warned her husband. “Or Jenny’ll never forgive you.” “I have no intention of killing him. Just making him sore is all.” Buck growled protectively and started across the street, followed by the others in short order. Chapter Thirteen Standing at the window Jenny frowned at the group standing in front of the hospital. When they turned to face the hotel she swallowed fearfully and glanced at the man laying sleeping soundly behind her. “Oh no.” The moan echoed in the stillness as she hurried tot he bed and shook Hunter’s shoulder. “Honey. Honey, Pa’s here.” “Where?” Hunter groaned and buried his head under a pillow. “Downstairs. He should be here any minute.” Jenny whispered. “Tell him he can kill me later. After I’ve caught up on my sleep.” The pillow muffled Hunter’s tired words. “Hunter Isaac McSwain I do not intend to be a widow before I’m a bride.” Jenny snapped, swatting his behind sharply. “Now get your clothes on and hurry up. If they find us like this, we’ll never hear the end of it.” “We’re never going to hear the end of this either.” Hunter groused. “Or have you forgotten how much of a stink they made when you ran away?” “I haven’t forgotten. My ears are still ringing, but this is different.” Jenny pleaded tugging on the blankets ineffectively. “Honey I love you, and I love your family but I’m too tired for a discussion, especially one that results in my bleeding. Your Pa wouldn’t get nearly the amount of satisfaction that he deserves out of this if I don’t rest up.” “But Hunter, they’re all here.” Jenny said hurrying about gathering her clothes even as she heard the familiar creaking of the front door and silently cursed the desk clerk who was prone to turning loose keys if asked. “Jennifer!” Buck’s angry growl preceded him by only a few seconds and she stood frozen to the floor her shift falling to her knees, her dress clutch to her chest as she stared at him in mingled horror and relief. The lump in the bed moved slightly, pulling another pillow over his head and waving slightly before shifting so he was laying on his side, his breathing evening out until he was sound asleep, not really awake to begin with. “Hi Pa.” Jenny croaked uneasily, one hand going to Hunter’s shoulder to shake it violently. Feeling him move she smacked him, hard and was rewarded with a muffled grunt of pain before he shifted, sitting up in bed and staring bleary eyed at her their parents, and Lou and Kid Miller. “Afternoon.” Hunter muttered staring at the chair where he was sure he’d left his pants. “Jenny where’s my jeans?” “Um, right here.” Taking the two steps to retrieve them she handed them to Hunter and smiled. “Give us a minute?” She asked not really expecting any of them to move. “By all means.” Laura said, her tone as unbending as steel. “I’ve ordered coffee up you’ve got five minutes.” “Yes Ma.” Jenny swallowed as the small group left the room and she breathed a slight sigh of relief. “I’m too tired to do this.” Hunter whispered glancing at Jenny. “Besides your Pa’ll just make us go back to the Rocking M and get married.” “If he don’t take a buggy whip to your backside first.” Jenny smiled at Hunter and shrugged. “So what do we tell ‘em. Its not like there’s a whole lot of beds in here.” “Way I see it, they can’t really throw stones.” Hunter yawned and pulled his jeans on over his bare legs. Rising he headed for the sitting room, his pants buttoned, no shirt, no socks covering him as he approached the door to open it for the maid to bring in a tray of coffee. “Hi Missus Anna.” “Hunter.” The woman nodded, set the tray down and departed without looking at anyone else in the room. Sinking into the only free chair in the room, Hunter stretched out and folded his hands across his flat stomach as jenny came into the room, unerringly heading for him. Shifting so she could settle in his lap, he met his future father’s in law eyes and waited. “Well this is cozy.” Lou commented glancing around at the suite they occupied. “It’s almost as big as the bunkhouse in Rock Creek.” “Almost.” Kid replied and glanced at Buck who was sitting glaring at the young couple sitting watching him. “Plenty of room for two people.” “It works.” Hunter shrugged. “When did you get into town?’ “About an hour ago. Emma showed us up town.” Buck growled silkily. “Oh.” Hunter nodded and met Buck’s eyes. “So shall we dispense with the pleasantries then?” “By all means.” Buck replied calmly watching Hunter’s hand trail up and down his baby girl’s arm affectionately. Did the boy not have any sense? Or was he too dumb to realize he’d put everyone in a dangerous position. “How are you feeling Jenny?” “Tired.” Jenny shrugged. “But then I’m used to having an afternoon nap.” “I’m sure.” Laura replied and earned a glare from both Jenny and hunter. “Aunt Laura, so everyone’s clear on this. I work most of the time. If I’m not working at the hospital I’m making calls outside of town.” Hunter replied firmly. “Jenny was prescribed rest after making the trip from South Dakota.” “That is not the issue.” Laura replied, relishing the way they were squirming. “Then what is?” Hunter asked tiredly. “The fact that I didn’t send Jenny home the minute she showed up here? Or maybe the fact that we share an apartment.” “I think either of those are reason enough for our censure.” Sara replied stiffly. “Why? Correct me if I’m wrong but it’s not like you didn’t do it.” Hunter replied angrily. “Any of you.” “We weren’t living together..” “You were sleeping together.” Hunter replied staring at his mother. “So you have to repeat our lives? Our mistakes?” Sara snapped angrily as Ike glared at his son. “I don’t see this as a mistake Aunt Sara.” Jenny replied softly, firmly. “I love Hunter, and he loves me. What is so wrong with being with him?” “Nothing is wrong with you loving each other but you should know better than to jump into a situation like this without thinking about it.” Buck snapped rising smoothly and pacing the room. “Do you have any idea what could have happened?” “What are you talking about Pa?” Jenny demanded rising to face her father. “I doubt if it’s medically possible to get pregnant again! We want to be together.” “Not without a wedding!” Buck shouted and glared at the pair of them. Jenny glanced at Hunter who waved the floor to her and sat stone faced while his family stared at him in disappointment, and anger. “I’m sorry.” Jenny whispered staring at her father. “I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment to you Pa. I’m sorry I’m not the refined girl you wanted. I may be a lot of things, and some of them may not be all that glamorous but I don’t feel cheap or used with Hunter. He doesn’t care about me being an Indian, or what’s expected.” Jenny stared at her father for a split second longer before she turned to look at Hunter. “Excuse me.” She whispered and hurried from the room. “Well that went well.” Hunter drawled and shifted in his chair. “Shall we start on me now?” “Don’t tempt me.” Buck growled staring after his daughter’s retreating back. “Tempt you?” Hunter shook his head and rose to face Buck easily, man to man. “Tempt you to what? You don’t have anything to worry about Uncle Buck, Jenny and I won’t be here long enough to further tarnish your sterling reputation. The rooms paid up until Wednesday, enjoy it. Jenny and I’ll be out of here by suppertime.” “Jenny’s not going anywhere with you.” Buck growled. “I think Jenny’ll say differently.” Hunter replied and glanced at his mother, father and aunts and uncle. “You came all this way to do nothing. The jokes on you, we were coming back next week.” Turning away from them he headed for the bedroom to talk to Jenny when his mother stepped into his path. “You show some respect.” “Why?” Hunter stared at her. “You haven’t. You made a judgment based on what you think is happening. You don’t know? You didn’t bother to ask what happened? Or what was going on, you simply jumped to the conclusion that I’d reduced Jenny to the social standing of a whore. Well if that’s true, what does that mean Pa did to you?” Sara stared at her son at his words, and stepped back shocked when her hand connected to the side of his face. “Hunter.” She started only to gasp when he shook his head and stepped past her. “Jenny?” Hunter closed the bedroom door and moved to where she stood by the window. “You okay?” “Yeah.” Jenny whispered. “Where are we going?” “I’ll go get my mare, we’ll catch the first westbound train tonight.” “Going where?” “Does it matter?” Hunter asked staring at the young woman before him. He’d known that her Pa would take it hard that she’d followed him but he’d never have thought that they’d do what they’d done. “No.” Jenny straightened from the window. “I’ve packed my satchel with my clothes and most of yours. I put the box of letters into it as well..” “Good. Before we leave though I want to get married Jenny, I want to know that no matter what happens you’re mine and I’m yours.” Hunter whispered as she stared at him with tear-filled eyes. “Okay.” Jenny nodded and glanced down at the pale silk gown she wore with a sad smile. “This do?” “Sure.” Hunter smiled. “It’s not the wedding that matters anyway, it’s the marriage.” “I’m sorry Hunter. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be in this position.” “What position would that be?” Hunter smiled at her. “Having to chose between me and them.” “Don’t worry about it love. It was never a choice.” Hunter smiled at her. “Not since the first time I saw you peaking out from behind your ma’s skirts.” Laughing at him, Jenny moved into his arms for a hug then finished throwing their things into the bag and passing him a shirt, socks and his shoes. “Shall we go then Mister McSwain?” “Yes we shall, the future Missus McSwain.” Hunter said after he finished tying his shoes and offered his arm. “Ladies first.” Sitting in the room as silent as death the only sound was the intermitted sobs from Laura and the muted, muffled curses from Buck. *Damn it; this isn’t what we came down here for.* He signed to Kid and Lou. “I know. How are we going t get hose two to listen though?” Kid said. “Buck’s temper doesn’t help.” *I don’t know. But I have to try.* Ike said and walked over to the bedroom door, a soft knock and he entered to stare at the young couple. “Something you needed Pa?” Hunter glanced at his father’s silent frame. *Hunter this isn’t what we came donw her to do!* Ike sighed. *Look I know everyone’s short tempered but at least give us the change to understand what’s going on.* “You want to know what’s going on?” Jenny whispered and laughed, a short, humorless sound. “Hunter and I are on our way to see the Justice of the Peace to get married then we’re getting on a train and heading west. Somewhere where no one knows us, no one cares what happens or what we do.” *We do care. Your folks have been out of their minds with worry since this mess started. Your father’s been driving all of us insane with his worry, your ma’s been just as bad.* “So? You couldn’t just ask?” Hunter hissed. “You had to jump to conclusions? I would never do anything to hurt Jenny, you should know that by now.” *This wasn’t about you hurting Jenny. This was about Buck being worried about Jenny’s pregnancy.* “Same thing.” Hunter replied stepping closer to the door. *No it isn’t.” Ike signed. *Hunter someday if you’re lucky enough to have a daughter, I know you’ll understand what I’m saying. Buck doesn’t see you as a threat to his daughter, he sees you as competition for her. Jenny’s always been her father’s daughter, you can’t expect him to just give her up without some show of bluster and bravado.* “I love Jenny.” Hunter stared at his father. “Same as you love Ma. Does that make me less of a person because we did things a little unorthodox? You and ma were together before you got married. Aunty Lou and Uncle Kid were together before they got married, I’m sure Uncle Buck and Aunty Laura was as well so why is it so wrong for Jenny and I to be?” *Because you’re not an orphan. Because you two aren’t alone. It’s not the being together that bothers folks, it’s the hiding it from us.* “I didn’t hide anything.” Jenny snapped sinking onto the edge of the bed. “Just because I didn’t rush up to the house and tell everyone I’m pregnant or that I was leaving the ranch to find Hunter doesn’t mean that I’m guilty of hiding things. Wolf knew where I was, and if he didn’t then you could have all figured it out. Where do either of Hunter or myself disappear to if one’s missing?” *Jenny your father worries about you. He knows what its like to watch a woman suffer, being pregnant maybe normal for a woman but there is so many things that could go wrong with it. You could lose the baby, have a still born, breech birth, or anything in this world.* Ike signed and studied them. *Buck knows first hand. He delivered Carrie remember. If it weren’t for him I’d have lost both Sara and Carrie and he fears the same thing could happen to you.* “I’m not a child Uncle Ike. I know the risks, but I’m not going to stay in bed for the rest of my life. I’m a good teacher, I can do things just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean that I’m weak. Pa should have trusted us.” *How can he trust you when he doesn’t know where you are, what you’re doing? You didn’t even send word that you were safe. For all we know someone could have come and taken you off the ranch.* Ike signed. “Pa.” Hunter sighed and stood before him evenly, his gaze steady. “You and Ma should know by now that when it comes to Jenny, there’s nothing short of death that would prevent me from looking out for her. Just because I wasn’t at the ranch doesn’t mean that I don’t know what’s going on.” “Perhaps.” Buck’s quiet voice had them all turning to the partially opened door. “May I come in?” “By all means.” Jenny snapped rising to pace to the window. “Come in and rant and rave some more.” “Your mother threatened me with bodily harm if I did that again.” Buck smiled slightly. “I’m sorry you two. I know it’s been hard for you to find your way back to the friendship you had, it’s been even harder when there’s been things in between you. I sure didn’t mean to come down so hard on you. I’ve no excuse for my actions, only the ramblings of a father. Can’t we try this again? Look we’ll get a room here, sit down and talk about this.” Hunter glanced at Jenny who stood staring out the window her shoulders sagging under the weight of her father’s disapproval. Walking over to her, he draped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his body. “What do you think?” He whispered into her hair. “I want to go home.” Jenny replied softly, shifting so she was gazing up at him. “Back where belong Hunter, I want to be where our family is.” “I agree.” Hunter whispered. “It’s time to go home.” Nodding Jenny leaned back against him, ignoring those in the room and closing her eyes, she was going home with Hunter. Back where the open plains and hills held the secrets of their laughter, their games of dare, and skinning dipping beneath the summer moon, back where she’d first realized what loving someone was all about. Back to the one place she had always been truly happy, the Rocking M ranch. “Well?” Buck asked hesitantly again. “We’re going home.” Hunter replied. “Right after we get married.” He glanced at Buck with a raised eyebrow. “We’re going back to Five Fingers.” “Hunter.” Buck sighed at the coldness in the young man’s eyes. “I am sorry for my outburst.” “So am I.” Hunter replied with a stiff look. “Keep the room, you and the others might find it entertaining for a bit to stay in a big city.” He said coldly. “Jenny and I are off.” “Hunter you don’t have to leave on account of us.” Buck whispered. “Yes I do.” Hunter shrugged with a defeated sigh. “Because no matter how hard I try, I’m never going to be what you want me to be.” “What’s that?” Buck demanded with a frown. “An equal.” Hunter replied ushering Jenny out of the room, and past her mother, his mother and his aunt and uncle. Closing the hotel room door he glanced at Jenny and smiled shakily. “Little more than an hour we’ll be at the train depot, then we’re going home Jenny.” “Thank you for that.” Jenny smiled taking his hand. “Maybe in a few days I’ll be ready to forgive them for their tirade.” She laughed at Hunter’s look. “Let ‘em stew a while dear.” Hunter whispered with an evil grin. “Means they’ll ease up on us when they get home.” Giggling softly at his words Jenny followed Hunter down the hall and out into the bright sunlight of early fall. Indeed, by the time their folks made it home they’d have cooled off considerably. Chapter Fourteen Sitting astride the big black stallion he’d recently purchased Buck stared down at his daughter and her husband. They hadn’t been to the house since they’d returned, in fact the only time anyone had seen them was when one of their siblings or cousins went for dinner. Jenny was still adamant about refusing to forgive and forget and they had only a few days until Christmas. Shivering he glanced up at the sky, snow lay thick and heavy upon the ground and yet he noticed none of the pristine beauty of winter, or the innocence of the white against the darkness of the land. Instead he watched from a distance as his eldest daughter laughed with her husband in the snow, making snow angels and working on getting their small house ready for the holidays. The doctor that Hunter had employed at the ranch had moved his practice up closer to the house until the spring when they would start to build a new community out toward Angel Falls, then he’d take over there. He was a remarkable man; capable yet quiet and Buck found himself liking the man immensely. “They still not talking to you?” Kid chuckled as he sat Katy next to the black Buck rode. “Nope. Been ignoring me for the better part of an hour as well.” Buck shrugged into his coat, his chill more from the response he got from his daughter than from the weather. “I see Lou was out to see ‘em.” “Yes.” Kid shrugged sheepishly. “As long as she don’t mention you or Ike she’s welcome. Jenny flat out refused to talk to anyone about you. Even made it grounds for throwing a body out.” “I guess my temper did get the better of me there for a moment.” Buck grinned sheepishly at his friend. “But they had to expect that I wasn’t going to be overjoyed at the prospect of being a grandfather. Especially when they weren’t even married.” “Buck I hate to say this but you and I both know that none of us has grounds for talking. We all knew you and Laura weren’t as innocent as you pretended on your wedding night.” “Oh and you and Lou were?” “Nope.” Kid smiled lazily at him. “We’d been there before, more times than I’d like to admit to.” “Still bothering you?” “What us dancing before we were wed?” Kid shrugged. “It should, I know in my heart what could have happened but no, it ain’t bothering me. I quit worrying ‘bout that long time ago.” “Good.” “Ike I think was the closest to getting to his wedding night without first sampling the rewards.” Kid grinned at Buck. “I’m still not sure when he and Sara took that step.” *When I got stuck at her place during a spring storm.* Ike grinned as he rode up. *And I haven’t looked back since.* “You got married during the heat of summer, what do you mean spring storm?” Buck glanced at the other man. *Just what I said.* Ike smiled. *Sara and I were dancing long before you fellas found out about us.* “Just goes to show what you don’t know.” Buck sighed. “They haven’t forgiven us yet.” *Didn’t expect ‘em to.* Ike replied. *Figured they stew until after the new year at least.* “Laura’s driving me nuts with this go out and talk to her.” Buck sighed. “I’m beginning to think I need to move.” “Well you know the easiest way to get those two to listen to you is to ignore them.” Kid replied quickly, shivering into his coat. “We all know Jenny’s never been one to be pushed into something.” “I know that.’ Buck sighed. “But her mother thinks I can change her mind.” “Not this time.” Kid said and turned his mare back toward home as the fat flakes of snow began to swirl about them. Kicking the mare into a lope he made short work of the trail until he was pulling up in front of his home and sliding out of the saddle as the door opened and Lou stepped out into the growing darkness. “Well?” Lou demanded looking at the trio. *They’re still not talking to us.* Ike signed patiently and led his mount off. “Did you actually go down and try and talk to them?” Lou asked with a frown. “Or did you just sit and wait for them to come to you.” “Now Honey,” Kid started and glanced at the two that had abandoned me. “I can go down there and talk till I’m blue in the face. They refuse to change their minds.” “Well it ain’t like it’s your place to apologize.” “I know that.” Kid sighed and smiled at her lovingly. “Just wish I could help them.” “Put the mare up then come inside, it’s freezing.” Lou said as Kid headed for the barn with the mare. Wrapping her shawl tighter around her body, Lou watched him disappear into the warmth of the barn and sighed. Both he and Buck would be back out momentarily, Sara had gone to chat with Ike and nothing was going to get in her way. She knew the other woman was having a hard time dealing with the guilt that she felt at the thought of hitting Hunter. Sara refused to be comforted with the thought that it had been done in anger; she hadn’t meant anything by it. Hiding her smile she slipped back inside as Kid hurried toward the steps, his face buried in his muffler, his hands in his pockets. A glance behind him showed Buck moving off with equally rapid speed and she wondered how Laura would handle his coming home today. Putting a pot of water on to boil, Jenny glanced at her husband and sighed. She knew Hunter was torn between his wife and his folks, hell she wanted to go and talk to her parents but now wasn’t the time. How could they make it on their own if the folks wouldn’t let them try? “You look pensive.” Hunter said softly coming to stand next to her by the stove his arms circling her waist and pulling her back flush against him. “Just thinking of how much I miss my folks.” Jenny whispered. “I know they can be aggravating, and bull-headed but still they are my folks.” “I know.” Hunter sighed. “Poor Pa’s got to put up with Mother, she’s probably cursing this whole thing in every language she knows.” “Still it’s good for them. They need to know we’re not going to cave in and forget or forgive when they try to ride herd on us.” “Maybe we’ll go see them for Christmas. Make it seem like we’re there to see the other boys, and girls. I know I miss my sisters and brother, even miss Amanda the annoying little girl that she is.” “You love her.” Jenny smiled at her husband quickly and glanced back at the window. “Looks like it’s going to snow.” “Yep.” Hunter sighed. “Best bring in more wood, just incase it gets too deep to get to the woodpile.” Moving away from his wife, he donned his hat, coat, and gloves and stepped out into the rapidly plummeting weather. Within minutes he was back inside with a huge armload of wood and dropping it into the box by the stove. “It’s getting colder out there than I’ve ever felt.” “Really? Considering how cold it gets around here, that might be cause for concern don’t you think?” Jenny asked turning from the stove. ‘Nope, it’s the makings of a blizzard darlin’.” Hunter drawled carelessly as he shuffled toward the door for another armload of wood. “Best keep yourself warm, I’ll try not to be too long.” “Yes dear.” Jenny watched him depart out into the snow and listened for his return. After what seemed to her like hours he came back in with the last armload of wood and turned to disrobe. “What’s it looking like out there?” “I’m glad Pa and Uncles Buck and Kid decided to head home, looks like this weather’s just getting started. We’ll probably be snowed in for a few days.” “Well it wouldn’t be he first time we were snow in together.” Jenny smiled, reminding Hunter of the first winter she’d spent at the ranch. They’d spent two days in a small, rickety shack in nothing but blankets because she’d run off. “No. And this time we’ve got more food, blankets and such than we know what to do with.” Hunter agreed peeking over her shoulder at the pot she’d been stirring. “So what’s for dinner?” “Stew.” Jenny smiled. “Manuel brought us a venison roast, I’ve got it in the oven and am making dumplings to go with it.” “Venison and dumplings. Mmm.” Hunter smiled easily and moved to the coffee pot. “Sounds great.” Glancing out the window he hoped no one was traveling in this weather, they’d get lost faster than a nickel in a saloon. “The roast will be done shortly, you might want to take the time to wash up Hunter.” Jenny warned with a telling glance. “Or you won’t be eating at my table.” “Yes ma’am.” Hunter grinned at her and moved to the sink. Washing up didn’t take long before he was once again reaching for his coffee. Hearing a slight knock at the door he frowned at his wife but went to answer it, hoping he was answering the wind. Pulling open the door he stared at his best friend in amazement. “Adrian what are you doing here?” “Came to visit.” Adrian muttered and shook his head, sending a cascade of snow falling about the porch. “I’ve put my horse in the barn, may I come in.” “By all means.” Hunter said and stepped back to let the other man into the room. Stepping inside Adrian paused when he saw the shadow at the stove before he recognized Jenny Cross. A slight frown married his face before he erased all signs of questions from his expression and turned to Hunter with a smile. “I was going to head home but couldn’t, damn fool horse went lame.” “No point in riding in this weather.” Jenny called. “You must be frozen Adrian, might as well sit and half coffee. Dinner’ll be ready shortly.” “Thanks Jenny.” Adrian smiled at her easily and moved into the room, closer to the warmth put off by the big, potbellied stove. “So what brings you over here in this weather?” He asked and noted her slight flush and the grin tugging at her lips. Glancing from her to Hunter he noted the possessive way Hunter watched Jenny and sighed, those two belonged married or something. “I live here.” Jenny replied quietly. “Have since we got back from Omaha.” “That’s right. I heard you two were in Omaha. Aunt Sara and Aunt Laura were sure put out by it, couldn’t figure out what was worse, you being away from home or being in that big city together.” Adrian said. “Ma figured you knew what you were doing, probably did.” “Actually we got married.” Jenny replied as Hunter poured coffee and handed it to Adrian who sat shocked at the table, his face stunned, and his gaze fixed upon her. “What?” He croaked, not sure he’d heard her correctly. “We got married.” Hunter replied moving past his wife to settle at the other end of the table. “Best thing I ever did to.” “Does the folks know about this?” Adrian demanded. “Yep.” “I’ll be damned.” Adrian breathed and glanced between them, something was different. There was something going on here, something more than a wedding. “Why didn’t anybody tell me.” “Cause Ma and Pa are still trying to figure out a way to get us to get back to the main houses.” Jenny replied sinking into a chair and smiling tiredly at her husband. “And we’re not exactly talking to them right now.” “Oh.” Adrian sighed. “I guess then you wouldn’t know what’s happening at the main houses then.” “Sure.” Hunter said easily. “Aunt Louise and Uncle Kid are thinking of taking another kid in, a little boy this time from out by Missouri way, Uncle Buck and Aunt Laura are busy trying to figure out what the heck we’re supposed to do to get back into their good graces.” “Uh don’t you mean..?” “No.” Hunter laughed at Adrian’s confusion. “Unfortunately for all of us, Uncle Buck’s madder than hell at us right now and there ain’t anyway of changing that.” “Why?” “Cause I’m pregnant.” Jenny replied. “That was fast.” “I was pregnant before I went to Omaha.” Jenny replied quietly, waiting anxiously for the censure to appear. “Oh.” Adrian shrugged. “I’m not one to judge Jennifer you should know that by now.” “We never figured the family was one to judge either.” Hunter rose smoothly. “But they did, and they weren’t quiet about it either.” “Well you know the folks. They figure we’re suppose to do as they say, not as they’ve done.” Adrian grinned. “Might want to remind them that they weren’t exactly angels going into their marriages.” “I know.” Hunter leaned back in his chair after retrieving a bun and another cup for coffee. “I’m not worried. Christmas day we’ll go up and say hi, be all social.” “There somewhere I can pitch my bedroll?” Adrian glanced around and noted a bunk near one wall as well as a door that stood off by the fireplace. “Sure you can have the bunk. Jenny and my room are behind the door.” Hunter replied conspiratorially winking at his friend. “You won’t notice though, this wind’s really giving ‘er.” “I know. Was scared I’d freeze to death coming.” Adrian said looking at the young couple. “They’ve approached me about taking over for the Marshall.” He said softly. “It’s an increase in pay, and my own place over the jail but still I don’t know. Means I need to hire on a new deputy.” “Why not keep Joe?” Hunter asked quietly. “He seems to be capable.” “Him and I aren’t exactly on the same page of the book.” Adrian admitted. “Something about him strikes me as odd.” “You’re just picking.” Hunter replied. “He’s damn good at what he does, and he’s familiar with everything. Keep him on. Can’t be any worse than Barnett.” Laughing at the mention of the lovable, yet addle-minded deputy that had worked for Uncle Sam and Grandpa Teaspoon Adrian shook his head. He couldn’t pin point exactly what it was about the young man that set off bells in his head. Maybe it was the fact that he never seemed to sleep, or that he went out of his way to avoid doing things with him. The other day he’d flushed and mumbled something about getting some work done when Adrian had pulled out the tub and stripped down to take a bath. For some reason there was just something about Joe Morgan that made Adrian a little more than uncomfortable, it was entirely too familiar for him to be overtly concerned and yet, he couldn’t shake that feeling. “When’s he retiring?’ Hunter asked. “Who? Joe?” Adrian shook his head. “He ain’t.” “I meant the Marshall.” Hunter replied softly a knowing grin on his face. “Oh next spring. Want to be sure they’ve got a replacement just in case. Not that there’s a hot bed of crime in Sweetwater, ain’t been any excitement since you went through.” Adrian smiled at Hunter. “Just figure they don’t want to be waiting too long.” “Well in that case I’d say take the job. Its not like you’re going to be suddenly swamped with things that are going on Ryan.” Jenny declared rising to check on dinner. Satisfied with the meal she began setting the table easily, familiarly. “Besides your Ma would have kittens if you left the state.” “I know.” Adrian sighed. “Just that I’m not sure I can handle running a town by myself. Joe might be good at what he does, but he’s not exactly Uncle Buck, or Uncle Ike.” “You can’t have perfection in your deputies all the time.” Jenny intoned. “Besides didn’t you say that there wasn’t a whole lot of crime in Sweetwater?” “Just something about him makes me nervous.” Adrian admitted. “He’s always doing weird things.” “Such as?” “Locks the door when he baths, won’t go for a drink in the saloon, don’t smoke.” “Maybe he’s just shy, and so what if he don’t smoke or drink?” Jenny shrugged as she dished up the dumplings while Hunter rose to carve the roast. “Can he shoot straight? Has he let you down before?” “No.” “Then give him a chance.” Jenny smiled. “You might be surprised with the results.” “Yes boss.” Adrian grinned at Jenny as she settled into a chair and bowed her head. Maybe Jenny had a point, what harm could come from him giving Morgan a chance, the lad had proven himself time and again, avoided getting shot and didn’t get into trouble the way some deputies did. He seemed to have a good head on his shoulders as well, so that made it easier on him. “Eat.” Jenny barked pushing the plate closer to him and smiling at his discomfort. “You’ve got until spring to make a decision.” “Sometimes Hunter I wonder why you went after her all those years ago.” Adrian muttered as Jenny smirked at him. “Simple, had to.” Hunter replied cutting his roast with his knife. “She’s always been mine to look out for, couldn’t let her down now could I?” Shaking his head at his friend’s logic Adrian turned his attention to his dinner. As usual Hunter made sense in a twisted kind of way, and arguing with him wouldn’t prove wise. Chapter Fifteen Sara moved gracefully down the stairs toward the kitchen, her shift brushing against the steps as she moved. Making coffee in the near darkness was easy for her; she’d been doing it for so many years she knew where everything was. Within minutes she had a pot brewing on the stove, biscuits warming in the oven and several lanterns lit so that she could see to make breakfast. For the first time in weeks her house was empty of children, most had grown and were spending their time elsewhere on the ranch. Hunter was out at Five Fingers, still refusing to speak to anyone about Omaha despite the Christmas season being upon them, Matthew was staying in the bunkhouse with the older boys, Carrie and her sister were over at her aunt’s place helping out with getting Aunty Laura’s house ready for the day, leaving Sara with an empty house and a still sleeping husband. “Damn fool man. Why couldn’t he be awake? Ain’t everyday that we can have some privacy in our own house.” She grumbled as she grabbed a frying pan and settled it atop the stove to heat while she went to grab some more wood and stoke the fire. Stepping silently into the kitchen Ike watched his wife and smiled, she was grumbling about him still being in bed. Little did she realize he’d been up before her, and he’d gone back to bed? Moving silently through the room, he lifted the coffee off the burner, the frying pan away from the fire and walked over to where she was setting the warm biscuits. Reaching around her, he pulled her clothes away from her, turned her around and smiled. “Morning.” Sara smiled at him easily. “I hope I didn’t wake you?’ Shaking his head, Ike moved a little closer to her and dipped his head. Effectively pinning her to the cupboard as he kissed her. *It’s too early for us to be up. Come back to bed.* “But breakfast.” Sara protested and followed him as he headed back out the kitchen door. *Don’t argue with me woman.* Ike replied leading her up the steps. *I haven’t had a chance to sleep in with you for years. I fully intend to make the most of this morning.* Giggling softly Sara followed a little faster up the stairs and down the hall, unaware of the three horses coming into the yard from the west. “Looks like nobody’s up.” Adrian drawled. “Looks that way.” Hunter smiled at Jenny. “Remind me never to listen to you when you say lets leave tonight. I’m cold and I’m tired.” “Poor baby, you’ll live I think.” Jenny giggled as Hunter through her a dirty look and pulled up by the barn. “Lets get the stock fed and put away so we can get out of the cold. Who are we waking up first?” Adrian asked. “Your Ma and Pa. Ours will probably have lectures to give.” “Okay.” Hunter grinned at his wife. “Whatever you say.” “Finally he gets it.” Jenny laughed and led her gelding into his stall. “I’ll wait for you Hunter.” “Sounds like a plan.” Hunter declared easily as he unsaddled his mare and deposited the saddle on the rack before unsaddling Jack and taking the bridle off him. A quick toss and the horses had hay in their stalls, followed quickly by some grain as Adrian brought in bucket after bucket of water for them. “We done in here?’ “We are.” Hunter replied as he followed Adrian out into the early morning glow of winter and over to his parents house. Trudging up the steps they knocked the snow off their boots and walked inside only to be swamped by a horde of younger kids and grown ups. “Jenny, Hunter!” Lou laughed softly as she recognized them. “It’s so nice to see you.” “Thanks Aunty Lou.” Jenny smiled and pointed behind her. “Look who we found on our front porch.” “Adrian!” Lou squealed rushing to greet her eldest son. “You look like you’ve been missing meals.” She worried over him. “Let the man get his clothes off woman.” Kid’s growl had her smiling at him as she stepped back. “Son.” “Pa. I got some news.” “Come tell us.” Lou said dragging him toward the kitchen, followed by the pack of siblings, cousins, friends, and smaller children. “I’ve been offered the job of Marshall.” Adrian said when they’d settled into a cup of coffee with Lou making breakfast. She settled bowls upon the table amid groans of agony. Everyone hated oatmeal, a staple in the Miller household in the winter. “Oh?” Lou glanced at Kid and back at her son before turning to grab the coffee pot. “You gonna take it?’ “Thinkin’ on it.’ Adrian admitted. “Means more money, more control over what happens around town. Means I can arrest Hunter whenever he comes to town.” “Ha.” Hunter laughed. “I’ll just be fixing the blisters you’ll be getting from sitting too long.” “You got help?” Kid asked noting Lou’s concerned gaze. “Yeah, Morgan’s my first choice. He’s got a level head on his shoulders, doesn’t go out of his way to get himself into trouble and can out talk most criminals. Figure I’ll be lucky to keep him.” “As long as you’re comfortable working with him.” “I’m very comfortable.” Adrian said uneasily, casting a glance at Hunter and Jenny. “So what’s been going on around here while I’ve been gone? I heard about Jenny and Hunter’s little trip to Omaha, and they’re getting married. Even heard about the baby. How’s everyone handling it?” “Ike and Sara are a little more relaxed about it. Sara’s going slowly insane with the thought of all that could go wrong with a pregnancy.” Lou replied. “She’s not sure about this whole baby thing. Personally, I figure she’s just scared. After all she never had it very easy.” “I know.” Jenny sighed. “I hope she knows Hunter’ll do everything he can for me if there were a problem.” “Sometimes nothing will.” Lou replied softly, thinking back to Sara’s miscarriage. It had been a lot harder for her to deal with then most women had ever experienced. She’d lost more than just the baby that day; she’d lost a brother, a husband, and friends. In Sara’s mind she’d lost everything so fear was a normal occurrence when it came to babies. “I know.” Jenny looked steadily at her aunt. “I’m just as scared as she is.” “Give it a few hours.” Lou smiled. “She’ll be happy to see you and she’ll be chatting up a storm to go with it.” “I know.” “How are Uncle Buck and Aunty Laura handling things?” Hunter asked. “Laura’s resigned herself to having an impossible husband, and Buck’s madder than hell at himself.” Kid replied. “Figures he shouldn’t have lost his temper, that it put a needless strain on everyone but he couldn’t help it. They are sorry.” Smiling Hunter nodded. “I know. We all sorta over reacted that day.” “You gonna forgive ‘em then?” Lou asked. “Course.” Jenny smiled. “They’re family. Besides if we don’t, they’ll just keep sending someone out to talk to us and I’d never get anything done.” Laughing at the statement everyone glanced up at the sound of the front door opening and a distinct male voice hollering at those gathered in the room. “Hey anyone up yet?” “In the kitchen.” Lou hollered back. “Coffee’s hot.” “Good.” Buck said walking into the room and freezing. Sitting calmly at the table was his daughter and son in law. “I’ll be..” “Hi Pa.” Jenny smiled easily after a slight glance at her husband. “How are you?” “Getting older by the minute.” Buck said walking over and lifting her into his arms for a hug, despite her startled expression and the way she tensed in his arms before relaxing. “I imagine Ma and Pa are up.” Hunter stated. “Nope.” Buck said. “Stuck my head in and there’s no signs of life. Coffee’s sitting on the counter biscuits in a bowl and not a sound in the whole house.” “They’re sleeping in.” Hunter chuckled. “Used to do that when I was little. Guess they’re enjoying having no kids around for a day or so.” “Considering we’re eating here, I’d say very much so.” Lou sighed. “How did I get suckered into hosting this many people at Christmas?” “You love us Ma.” Adrian smiled. “Otherwise you wouldn’t do it.” “I know.” With a sigh, Lou shifted and settled into her husband’s lap. “I have to be absolutely crazy.” “Yes ma’am.” Kid smiled into her hair and listened to everyone laughing. A couple more people and their family would be complete, although he didn’t expect to see Sara and Ike until lunchtime. Maybe if he sent word over that Hunter and Jenny were here? Shaking his head at the thought Kid sighed, which would mean they’d be doing it to him when he and Lou ‘slept in’. “We’ll give ‘em till lunch time.” Kid said quietly, noting Hunter’s anxious look. “By that time they’ll have come over and are getting in the way.” “Who’s getting in the way?” Sara’s voice, sweetly relaxed and very satisfied drifted into the room followed by her body and Ike who walked along beside her, a possessive hand at her hip. “You two.” Kid replied with a grin. “We’re going to need more furniture.” “I’ll get it.” Adrian volunteered with a grin. “James, you figurin’ on standing around with nothing better to do, you can help me.” “All you ever do is boss me around.” James grumbled good-naturedly. “Makes me wonder where you got your mind from.” “A steel trap.” Adrian said as he stepped past his aunt and uncle so they could clearly see whom else was setting at the table. He didn’t want to be there for that emotional reunion. “Hunter.” Sara breathed hurrying over to hug him, her grip tight on his neck. “Ma. Ma.” Hunter protested then get up when he realized she wasn’t listening. A glance at Jenny had her smiling shakily from where Ike was hugging her. It looked like this was going to be a long, long day. to be continued..... Email Destardi HOME