Husband By Arrangement
Husband By Arrangement
Angel Moore
Suddenly a FamilyAfter Rena Livingston's secret fiancé leaves her pregnant and unwed, her mayor father insists upon a marriage of convenience to Sheriff Scott Braden. Though his motivations are as much about protecting his political career as her reputation, Rena is grateful the standoffish sheriff agrees to the arrangement. At least her child will grow up without the burden of her shame…Scott believed his one chance at love fled with his ex-fiancée, but caring for Rena and her unborn baby exposes a vulnerability he vowed he'd never allow again. When the upcoming election stirs nasty gossip, though, Scott must choose between his commitment to the town and his growing love for Rena and the baby.
Suddenly a Family
After Rena Livingston’s secret fiancé leaves her pregnant and unwed, her mayor father insists upon a marriage of convenience to Sheriff Scott Braden. Though his motivations are as much about protecting his political career as her reputation, Rena is grateful the standoffish sheriff agrees to the arrangement. At least her child will grow up without the burden of her shame...
Scott believed his one chance at love fled with his ex-fiancée, but caring for Rena and her unborn baby exposes a vulnerability he vowed he’d never allow again. When the upcoming election stirs nasty gossip, though, Scott must choose between his commitment to the town and his growing love for Rena and the baby.
ANGEL MOORE fell in love with romance in elementary school when she read the story of Robin Hood and Maid Marian. Who doesn’t want to escape to a happily-ever-after world? Married to her best friend, she has two wonderful sons, a lovely daughter-in-law and three grandkids. She loves sharing her faith and the hope she knows is real because of God’s goodness to her. Find her at www.angelmoorebooks.com (http://www.angelmoorebooks.com).
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Husband by Arrangement
Angel Moore
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HUSBAND BY ARRANGEMENT
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“Do you like it?” Scott asked.
In an instant, Rena was on her knees beside the cradle, running her hand along the curves of the wood. “Like it? It’s perfect.”
He laughed. “It’s hardly perfect. It’s not even finished. Be careful not to get a splinter.” He pulled her hand away from the rough wood.
She looked up at him. “Will you put it in my room when you finish?” The hope in her eyes was all the thanks he could ever want for his labor.
“Of course.” He realized he still held her hand. “The hard part is over. Only the fine work is left to do.”
The cradle gave tangible evidence of the impending arrival of the baby...another man’s baby. Scott had built his home with every intention of marrying and raising a family to carry his name and tend his land for centuries to come. Louise’s betrayal had killed that dream.
Tonight, he would bury it in the sawdust at his feet, while he sanded off the rough edges of a cradle he’d built for the child of another man.
Dear Reader (#u0789b8b7-a1fc-5ec8-af7e-31e46775ef59),
Sometimes forgiving yourself is the hardest thing to do.
Thank you for reading Husband by Arrangement. I hope you enjoyed this story of restoration to a relationship with God. Abandoning her faith made Rena vulnerable and brought pain to her and those she loved. The faith and patience of a loving man make this story a favorite of mine.
Rena accepts responsibility for her actions. She even accepts God’s forgiveness but struggles to forgive herself.
Facing the consequences of our actions on a daily basis can lead to guilt. God wants us to be repentant. Then He forgives, and He wants us to forgive ourselves.
I’d love to hear from you. You can reach me through my website at angelmoorebooks.com (http://angelmoorebooks.com). You’ll find the latest news and links to connect with me on social media.
May God bless and help you to forgive yourself and others.
Angel Moore
There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.
—Romans 8:1
To my editor, Dina Davis.
Thank you for helping me remember to write with joy.
To my readers, for inspiring me to keep writing.
And to God, my source and strength.
Contents
Cover (#u8bfc92fe-7514-5499-8b18-302acf9214b4)
Back Cover Text (#ub032071a-4a28-5975-96b4-9fc98d68e976)
About the Author (#uac922e5b-bb78-5351-be49-0fd52e417181)
Booklist (#u4c231ce6-1198-525b-920a-54b841d1e767)
Title Page (#u71739f5d-29fc-57d0-821f-945918f1ae55)
Copyright (#u141bd4e6-04d9-57f0-b90e-7f2cd64f8d67)
Introduction (#u659ada73-a649-554c-98bc-53288decb54c)
Dear Reader (#u1b4d684c-8e3c-5c5b-90f5-63701e398241)
Bible Verse (#u881df0f4-1709-5a52-9643-036fd296817f)
Dedication (#ubc425a96-660d-5f23-b3f8-da72ba709979)
Chapter One (#u448f3b13-abd8-54de-8a5a-0e824bed74f4)
Chapter Two (#u8636aaf2-631c-58b4-ac73-4522f8bb5131)
Chapter Three (#ub04799fa-d0f9-576a-953e-879789b35023)
Chapter Four (#ud24c2ad2-8537-5a11-8ff9-09459851ed51)
Chapter Five (#uc820bce1-c460-5057-a7f1-e1f3039a3e17)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#u0789b8b7-a1fc-5ec8-af7e-31e46775ef59)
Gran Colina, Texas
December 1881
Rena Livingston hung her head. She couldn’t look at Sheriff Scott Braden. Not while her father was asking him to marry her and give her unborn child a name.
“I’d be beholden to you for the rest of my days if you do this for my Rena.” Her father’s voice wasn’t boisterous or bold like when he gave speeches as the mayor of Gran Colina. It was heavy with sorrow. And it was her fault.
“Oscar, you know I’d do anything in the world for you. I owe you my life, but this is too much.” Rena could feel the sheriff’s eyes on her now. She saw his hand as he swept it in her direction. “Why, Rena doesn’t even like me.”
She cringed. Scott Braden had become one of her father’s closest friends right after he’d moved to Gran Colina two years ago. She’d never forget the day they’d met. Bank robbers had burst into the Gran Colina Bank and Trust. Scott had shoved her under a desk to keep her out of harm’s way. Only she hadn’t realized what was happening. Her outburst at his actions had distracted him and nearly cost Scott his life. When he’d tried to quieten her, one of the robbers had put a pistol to his head. The man would have pulled the trigger if her father hadn’t knocked the gun away. Scott and her father had subdued the robbers in the struggle that followed. The events of that day got Scott the job as sheriff and sealed the friendship between the two men.
But Rena always bristled in Scott’s presence. Something about the man was unsettling. It wasn’t his strong good looks. Blue eyes so clear the sky should be jealous. His full bottom lip lifted on one side as it made its way to the corner of his mouth. To some it would appear as a defect, but on Scott, it was as if he’d been created with so much perfection that the one little offset prevented him from being flawless. Those looks gave him trouble of a different kind from the single ladies in town. They were always bringing him pies or dinner, hoping to win his attention. To no avail.
No. Her discomfort around him was relentless. If she were honest with herself, she’d admit that the times he’d suggested she should attend church with her father had made her feel judged by him. If he’d thought poorly of her character before, her situation would validate those thoughts.
Even in her current state of humiliation, she was compelled to speak. “I told you this wouldn’t work, Papa.”
“Be silent, Rena. You have forfeited your right to have a say in these matters.” Her father never spoke to her so harshly, but she’d broken his heart. If possible, the events of today had wounded him more than when she’d stopped attending church with him after her mother had died four years ago. She’d felt so alone without Momma. The pain she endured now was like then. Oh, how she missed the comfort and wisdom of her mother in difficult times.
“Now, Oscar, the girl oughta have a say in her future.” Scott’s defense of her was unexpected. So much so that she lifted her face to meet his eyes. “I know you’re dealing with a serious situation, but it is Rena’s life.” She swallowed when his words made her want to smile in gratitude.
But Papa was right. She had no reason to speak against anything he tried to do to help her.
“It’s not just about her. If word of her—” her father cleared his throat “—condition gets out, there will be a scandal. The likes of which we haven’t seen in the leadership of Gran Colina since you and I worked so hard to get crime under control and make this town a safe place for people to settle.” He shook his head. “And with the election coming up in just three months, we could both lose our jobs.”
This sentence caused Scott to drop onto the edge of the settee. He’d jumped to his feet at her father’s initial request. She could see the fight drain out of him as he considered the possibility of losing his badge.
“I’m truly sorry, Papa.” She wouldn’t cry. Not in front of Scott.
Her father didn’t look at her. He’d barely looked at her since she’d told him what happened. “Sorrow is good for your soul, but it won’t fix your future. We have to act now.”
Scott turned to her. “Are you certain?”
She couldn’t pretend she didn’t know he was asking about the child. She lowered her gaze and nodded. Nothing could force her to vocalize the truth again today. Within an hour of telling her father at breakfast, he’d summoned the sheriff and put his plan in motion. Only the plan had stalled with Scott’s resistance.
Her father spoke again. “I’ll need your promise that you won’t share a word of what we’ve discussed. I’m not sure who I’ll find to step up at this point.” He shook his head. “If only I had more time. But there’s just no one else I’d trust to know this.”
Rena had waited to tell her father until she was certain Eugene Rodgers wasn’t coming back. A postcard had arrived the day before. A pretty drawing of a big city in California covered one side. The other side held a bold, scribbled note. It was the only time she’d heard from him in the two months since he’d left her and Gran Colina.
Signed on as a seaman leaving for Alaska tonight. I wish you a happy life. My short time in Gran Colina will always be a fond memory, but the world is big, and I wish to explore it.
Her hope that he would return and make an honest woman of her was gone. It was sailing across the Pacific to places unknown.
Scott asked, “Is there no aunt in the East or cousin in Florida to give you a home?”
“There is not.” Rena forced the words out with torturous effort. “I’d have preferred that to imposing on you, but Papa is my only living relative.”
“Is there no chance that the father will do his duty by you?”
“None. He is gone forever.”
It was clear to her now that Eugene had wanted to keep their engagement secret because he’d had no intention of marrying her. No one, not even her closest friend, had known they were seeing one another.
He’d convinced Rena that their marriage would take place the following morning. No one would know they’d been together. His smooth words had led her foolish mind to accept and trust him.
Oscar said, “She told me it was that wretched Rodgers fella.” He clinched his fists at his side. “He gave her his promise.”
“Papa, don’t. If I’d lived the way you and Momma taught me—” She paused, garnering the courage to continue. “It’s my own fault.”
Shame covered her soul. Why had she believed Eugene? How had she allowed herself to be so stupid?
* * *
“Eugene Rodgers?” Scott ground his teeth at the memory of the young man with slick manners. “I was glad to see him get on the train the day he left Gran Colina. I had no idea he was running from his responsibilities.” He’d disliked the man on sight. Those sly ways and pretty words could woo a woman, but Scott had been leery of him from the start. He should have paid closer attention. Maybe he could have prevented this situation if he had.
Rena’s next words surprised him. “He didn’t know about the child.”
“You kept it from him? A man has a right to know about his own flesh and blood. Have you written to inform him?” He would be hard-pressed to forgive such a thing if it happened to him. A child deserved a father. One to love and provide for their needs.
“I didn’t know he was leaving. He left me no way to contact him.” She shook her head and didn’t look at him. “He left the morning after...” She choked on her words and didn’t finish.
“Have you heard from him since he left?”
“Only a postcard saying he won’t be back and has gone to see the world.”
Scott wanted to find Rodgers and drag him back. He should never have left Rena like this. But a man like that would be untraceable—and unworthy of a good wife and a child.
There were several men in Gran Colina who would be glad to take Rena on as their wife. Men who wouldn’t appreciate her stubborn ways or determined mind. And if they knew about the child, she could be treated poorly.
No woman deserved that. Not even after so obvious a sin.
“Rena, what do you think of your father’s proposition?” She sat with her arms crossed and her face taut. The green eyes that often held laughter and mischief were sober. Her dimples made no appearance. Not even the childlike freckles from her youth softened the sorrow in her countenance today.
Her voice was low, but steady, as she answered. “I have presented him with an impossible situation, and he is trying to protect me. As well as everything he’s done to improve Gran Colina. If scandal breaks out now, he’ll lose the election for sure.”
As much as he hated to admit it, she was right. “Do you wish to marry?”
“It was my fondest wish before—” She held his gaze. He knew she chose her words with care. “I know it is best for my father and my child. And for myself. It is not how I ever intended for my life to unfold.” The straight set of her pink mouth reinforced the sincerity of her answer.
Oscar said, “I don’t see any alternative. You are the best choice, Scott. The only choice, actually. Anyone else could use this to undermine my work as mayor. You remember how unruly Gran Colina was when you first came to town. All our work could be undone in a matter of weeks if this isn’t handled discreetly.”
“Oscar, will you leave us to speak privately?”
The mayor seemed to have aged overnight. He looked from Rena and back to Scott. “I’ll go out to the kitchen and make us some coffee.”
When he left them alone in the front room, Scott turned to Rena. Her slim neck was stiff. “Are you well? You look as though you’ve lost weight.”
“I am healthy, but food holds no appeal to me at the moment.”
“What shall we do?”
One eyebrow lifted. “It’s more a question of what you will do. I’m not in a position to make demands.”
“There’s something we need to talk about before I agree to this arrangement.”
She didn’t speak, but the widening of her eyes spoke of fear that he’d refuse her.
“You know I’m a believer in the Lord above.”
Rena nodded.
“And you? I’ve seen you in services on Sundays for the last couple of months, but we’ve never talked about your beliefs.”
“I walked away from the church and God when my mother died. I was so hurt. I wish I’d stayed there beside my father.” She wrung her hands together in her lap. “He’s a good man, but he was so lonely without Momma, and I couldn’t just accept that Momma was gone. Not after how I’d prayed for God to spare her. It was a foolish choice.”
“Have you asked the Good Lord to forgive you?”
She nodded. “I have.” She raised tear-filled eyes to meet his gaze. “I know there are hard days ahead for me, but I’m determined to face them with God. I made a mess of things when I didn’t heed His ways.”
“That’s all I needed to hear. The rest isn’t mine to know. We can marry immediately if you choose.”
“Really? How can you say that’s all you need to know?”
“Jesus does the forgiving. You’ve done me no wrong. Jesus even said for the people without sin to cast the first stone.”
The tears dripped off her lashes, and she dashed them away with the back of her hand. “Still, I’m powerful sorry.”
“Then the next step will be to forgive yourself. Making things right with God and living your life by the Good Book—that’s where you’ll find your hope.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“I can give you and your little one my name. Only God can give you peace.”
“What about your life? Why would you be willing to give up your future for me? Knowing what you know.”
“My future is being the sheriff of Gran Colina. But if your father loses the mayor’s race, I’m likely to lose, too. I know I was only elected because your father told everyone he could about the bank robbery he and I thwarted. No matter how it happened, it’s who I am now.”
“You have your homestead.”
“Since my sister married and moved away, it’s all I can do to keep up with that and being sheriff. She cooked and cleaned. Things I don’t have the time or talent for.”
“That doesn’t seem like a fair deal to me. You save my reputation, and all I have to do is housework. What if you meet someone and fall in love?”
A dull ache in his chest quivered for a brief moment and stilled. “You won’t ever have to worry about me falling in love. I gave up on that notion a long time ago.”
Two hours later, Scott stood beside Rena at the altar of Gran Colina Church. He rubbed his palm down the side of his Sunday trousers before taking Rena’s hand from Oscar. Reverend Walter Gillis began the ceremony that would take away any freedom Scott had. The reverend asked him to repeat the vows and put a ring on Rena’s finger. He pledged all his earthly possessions to her, but he had no ring. She lowered her eyes to the floor when his voice wavered as he promised to love and honor her. He would love her. Like a sister in Christ. But he’d never love any woman for himself. Not again.
“You may kiss the bride.” Reverend Gillis’s words hung in the air.
They’d agreed before coming to the church that no one was to know their marriage wasn’t one of mutual agreement and love. Only Scott, Rena and Oscar would ever know. Scott was quite sure Rena hadn’t considered a kiss to seal their vows when they’d decided that.
He certainly had not. He froze. If he tried to kiss her, she might burst into tears. The strain of the day had taken a toll on him. Only God knew how she was holding up.
Rena lifted her face to him. The pleading in her eyes told him they needed to complete the picture of a happy couple or their arrangement would never be believed.
He placed one finger under her chin and saw her jaw tighten. He turned her face slightly away from the friends who’d gathered to witness the event. The kiss he placed on her cheek was so close to her lips that no one would question his actions, but the near miss of her mouth protected her from questioning his intentions.
The softness of her skin contradicted the pain in her. He prayed they would be able to build a life together for the sake of her child and her father. It was inexcusable that Eugene Rodgers had taken advantage of Rena. The scoundrel would never know about the baby. Scott couldn’t understand such a man. No child of his would ever be raised by another man. Not as long as he had breath in his body.
Of course, that would never happen. Watching his fiancée, Louise Kinard, walk away from their engagement to marry Thomas Freeman, the town banker, over a year ago had taught Scott that women wanted a smooth talker. Even if the man promised things he would never deliver, women were fascinated by fancy and unimpressed by a solid man with a good heart and a loyal nature.
If his sister hadn’t moved away and left him struggling to keep his homestead going, he didn’t think he’d be standing here now, kissing Rena.
But he was. And now all of Gran Colina would know that the sheriff had married the mayor’s daughter. Before summer’s end they’d welcome a new life into the world.
Lord, help me to adjust to all of this by then. And help Rena, too.
Saving Gran Colina from falling backward into lawlessness was a noble goal. With Thomas Freeman using all his polished ways to run for mayor against Oscar in the coming election, and Gilbert Jefferson running for his former position as sheriff, everything they’d accomplished was at risk.
Scott had already given himself fully to protecting Gran Colina. He hoped Rena would settle into their new life without regret. If she couldn’t, or if word got out that she was carrying another man’s child, their whole scheme might be for naught.
Suddenly it was all over, and Oscar was pumping his hand. “Congratulations, Scott.” The man’s eyes held gratitude that couldn’t be expressed in front of the people who gathered around the new couple.
“Thank you, sir.” Scott shook hands with Reverend Gillis and then his wife, Mildred. While everyone pressed in on them to offer happy wishes, Rena seemed to become more and more tense. The smile she wore appeared genuine, but he was concerned about how long she could keep up the pretense of wedded bliss.
Rena’s closest friend, Charlotte Green, spoke quietly into her ear, and Rena nodded. Scott wondered if Charlotte knew the truth. He hoped not. Charlotte stepped back, and her hand fell away from Rena’s arm.
“Congratulations, Sheriff,” Charlotte said. “I must say I’m surprised by this turn of events, but I do wish you well. Rena is a dear friend. Her happiness is important to me. See that you do right by her.” Her grin let him know she was pleased for her friend.
“Thank you.” He smiled what he hoped was a genuine smile. “I’ll do my best.”
Rena accepted a hug from the preacher’s wife. “Thank you, Mrs. Gillis.”
“You’ve made such a wonderful choice. I just know you and the sheriff will have a happy life.” Mildred Gillis’s round face crinkled with her smile. “Oh, the joy this must bring to your father. And to think the two of you have kept your courtship a secret. You are a sly one.” Light laughter punctuated her words, but Scott saw the pain they brought to Rena.
He stepped closer to her and raised his voice to address the gathering. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice, but if you don’t mind, I’d like for us to be on our way. We want to be home before dark.”
Chuckles came from the small crowd as they parted to give him and Rena room to leave the church. He looped Rena’s hand into the crook of his elbow and led her outside.
She took a deep breath when they passed through the doors and pulled her hand free of his arm. “Thank you. It was getting to be a bit much.”
“It’s been quite a day.” He offered his hand to assist her into his wagon. She released it as soon as she was seated. The walk around the back of the wagon gave him another moment to whisper a prayer. He was in a marriage he’d never expected, to a woman who didn’t love or want him. A woman he’d never have chosen. Prayer had always been a part of his life. He imagined it was about to become a constant thing.
Scott climbed aboard and lifted the reins. The two miles to his homestead never seemed so long. The afternoon was brisk, and Rena pulled the top of her cape closer around her neck.
“There’s a blanket under your seat.”
“I’m fine, thank you.” She didn’t look at him.
Not another word was spoken until they arrived at his home.
Their home.
He set the brake and turned to her. “It’s not what you’re used to. The house and barn are done, but I want to expand the corral.” He lifted his arm to point beyond her. “There’s a good-sized garden there. Not much to it at this time of year. There’s plenty of meat in the smokehouse, and Ann did a lot of canning before she married. I made her take what she could with her.” He vaulted over the wheel onto the ground. “I thought I’d be on my own. We’ll buy what we need in town until spring.”
He walked around to help her from the wagon. She lost her footing, and he had to catch her by the waist and set her on the ground. She stepped away from him the instant she regained her balance. Her movements were so abrupt that he apologized.
The set of her mouth had only softened for the ceremony. It had returned to testify to her determination. “If you’ll show me where to unpack my valise, I’ll see to supper.”
He nodded and lifted her case from the back of the wagon. She followed him up the steps to the porch, and he opened the door. “After you.”
Rena’s back was straight, and her shoulders were square as she entered his house. She came to a stop just inside the dim interior and gasped.
Scott scooted around her and dropped her valise near the door. Not until this moment did he remember the state of the house. Without Ann’s help, he’d done only a minimal amount of cleaning. When he’d left for town this morning, there had been no idea of someone coming back with him this evening.
He went to the fireplace and struck a match against the hearth to light the fire and then a lamp. He adjusted the wick and lifted the lamp so she could see the room.
Tears swam in her eyes. He knew she wouldn’t let them fall, but he hated to add the disorder of his home to the chaos of her life today.
In spite of her predicament, he wanted to make the best of their arrangement. The house was proof that he needed someone to help him. “It’s not as bad as it seems. I promise. We can get it set in order and make it work.”
He hoped the words were true of more than his house.
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Rena stood in the middle of the room trying to take in the magnitude of disorder one man could bring to a space. The mess of his home paled in comparison to the mess she’d made of her life.
At that exact moment, her body reacted to the child she was carrying in a now-too-familiar fashion. She turned on her heel and sped through the door and around to the side of the house.
It was several minutes before she climbed the porch steps and reentered her new home. Much of the clutter that had greeted her earlier was in a pile near the door on the back wall, and Scott was sweeping the floor.
“You shouldn’t be sweeping. That’s my responsibility now.” She unbuttoned the top of her wool cape and slipped it off her shoulders.
“I made this mess. It’s not fair for you to clean it up.”
Rena raised her eyebrows. “Really? Isn’t that what you’re doing for me?”
He stopped short and stared at her. “That’s hardly the same thing.”
“You’re right.” She held out her hand for the broom. “What you’re doing for me—and my child—is much more important than sweeping up.” She grasped the top of the broom handle. “Please let me do my part. It’s difficult enough to be beholden to you. At least let me help.”
He released the broom. “I promise to do better. I’ve been a bit overwhelmed since Ann left. I didn’t realize how much work she did until she was gone.”
Rena swept dust from the corner behind the door. “Let me guess. You thought that because she owned a shop and spent her days in town she didn’t contribute much to the chores.” She opened the door and tossed the small rug from the entryway onto the porch. A cloud of dust rose up and blew away in the winter breeze.
“I’ll get the other rugs.” Scott rolled up the braided rug in front of the fireplace and added it to the one she’d tossed outside.
“I can do it. You need to see to the team and feed the animals. I’ll take care of the house.” She pulled back the curtain on the front window and realized, from the amount of dust and ash gathered on the sill, that it would take her several days to get the house thoroughly clean. “I won’t do it all today, but by the end of next week, things should be in good order.”
Scott brushed his hands together to remove the dust of the rug and immediately apologized when he saw it float to the floor she’d swept moments before.
Rena shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. Papa never has learned to brush his feet outside.”
“We’ll get it sorted out.” He looked at the room and then over his shoulder at the team and wagon. “I’ll take care of the outside chores and come back to help with supper.”
“That’s not necessary.” She tackled the dirt on the floor in front of the fireplace with the broom.
“I insist. We’ve both had quite a day, and I am accustomed to taking care of myself.”
She stopped and laughed. An honest, hearty laugh. “I can see that.” She opened her arms wide to indicate the room.
He smiled at her sarcasm. “It’s nice to see you laugh.” He closed the door, and she listened as his boots crossed the porch and descended the steps.
When she heard the wagon pull away from the house, she dropped onto the chair by the hearth. “What a mess you’ve gotten yourself into, Rena Livingston.” As the words left her lips, she realized she was Rena Braden now.
Nothing of her former self remained. Eugene Rodgers had left her with a child and taken everything else from her. Not even her father recognized who she had become.
Being secretly engaged to a man who’d traveled the country had been thrilling. At first. She’d gone from excitement to shame and finally to disbelief and dread when Eugene had left. Wallowing in self-pity hadn’t helped. She’d had no choice but to move forward. One day at a time. One step at a time.
Lord, give me strength.
She forced herself out of the chair and explored the house. By the time Scott returned, she had ham frying on the stove and the table cleaned and set for a modest supper.
Scott took off his hat and hung it on a peg by the door. “That smells nice.”
“It’s the best I could do for tonight.” She cracked eggs into a bowl and whisked them with a fork. “We’ll need to go into town for some supplies, unless you have an arrangement with a neighbor for milk and butter. It will make cooking easier.”
He hung his jacket by the hat. “No arrangement with the neighbors. I sold my cow to the Hendersons after Ann left. There wasn’t a need to keep her for one person. I do most of my eatin’ in town.”
She poured the eggs into the frying pan where the bacon drippings she’d found in a jar on a shelf above the stove sizzled. “I’ll need milk for cooking.” She cleared her throat, hating to ask for something else on a day when he’d done so much. “And for me to drink.”
He nodded. “For the baby?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll buy a cow tomorrow.”
Rena scooped the eggs onto plates and set them on the table. “It’s ready. I’m sorry there isn’t more to it.”
Scott joined her at the table. “Don’t apologize. It’s more than I’d have made for myself tonight.”
He sat opposite her and reached out a hand for prayer. Her father had always insisted that they hold hands while he blessed the food—even during the years she’d refused to attend services with him. This was different. Scott was a man of faith who practiced his beliefs in his home, but he was also her husband. Only in name, but still her husband.
Why then did she not want to reach across the table? She wouldn’t explore the possibility that it was a matter of trust. Her father had been her protector. Could she grow to trust Scott in time?
Scott wasn’t unfamiliar. He was often in her father’s home. But they didn’t interact more than the necessary pleasantries. She’d cooked the meals, and he’d sat across from her. The wide table had prevented them from holding hands while offering thanks for their food as he’d sat next to her father. The table here in his home was smaller. It was expected. And he waited.
She took a deep breath and dropped her hand into his. His grip was gentle, and his words sincere, as he offered thanks for their meal and for her efforts to prepare it. The next words stung her heart.
“And, Lord, please help us to make the best of this marriage. I know neither one of us saw it coming, but You take care of Your children. I’m asking You to take care of us. Amen.”
He released her hand and reached for the platter of ham.
She slid her hand to her lap. Heat spilled into her cheeks. No one had ever prayed for her except Momma and Papa.
Scott passed the ham to her. “I guess we need to talk about how we’re going to do this.”
Rena nodded and took the platter from him.
“You saw Ann’s room?” He pointed to the door in the front corner of the main room.
“I did. I took a few minutes to look around while you were in the barn.” She spooned eggs onto her plate. Her appetite hadn’t been much for the last few weeks. The baby needed her to eat, so she’d try again.
“I think it will serve you well. There’s enough space for a cradle.” He speared a bite of ham. “I hope you don’t think me too familiar to speak of such things.”
“No. There are things that must be done.” She pushed the eggs around on her plate. “Though the need for a cradle will be months away from now.”
“Can you tell me how long?” His lowered voice, and the fact that he kept his eyes on his plate let her know that he was possibly as uncomfortable with this topic as she was.
“The baby should arrive near the beginning of August.”
He looked up then. “I’ll get started on the cradle this month. I want to finish it before spring. There’ll be planting and such to do then.”
“I could see if Papa will buy one. It doesn’t seem right for you to have to build it.” It was her turn to look away. “I’m certain he’d be willing to buy the cow, too.”
“I won’t be needing any help taking care of you or the baby.” Scott set his fork down. “I know we made this decision quickly today, but be assured I considered everything I could think of before we were married. A man doesn’t let another man provide for his family.”
She’d hurt his feelings. His pride. “I meant no disrespect.”
He folded his napkin and slid his chair back. “None taken.” He took his dishes to the cabinet against the side wall of the cabin. He poured the water she had heated on the stove into the basin and slid in his dishes.
Rena jumped to her feet when she saw his intent. “I’ll do the dishes, Sheriff.” She tried to elbow him from in front of the basin.
He looked down at her, and she realized how close they were. Standing here, side by side, in their home was too familiar. She backed away and ran her palms down the front of the apron she’d found on a peg near the stove.
“Please let me do the washing up.” She wasn’t one to beg. It went against her nature. Nor was she one to accept charity. If she didn’t work, she’d feel like his actions toward her were borne of pity.
“Okay.” Scott dropped the cloth into the sudsy water and stepped back from the cabinet. “Do you think you could call me Scott? If we’re going to make this marriage appear real to the people in town, we’re gonna have to practice being nice to one another.”
“I’ll try.” She picked up the cloth and wiped the first dish. “There’s an awful lot of new things to adjust to.”
“We can do it. It’ll take time, but we’ll work it out.” He went to the back door. “I’ll bring in more wood while you do that. Then we can sit in front of the fire and finish our conversation.”
He was out the door in a swift motion. She could hear him splitting logs while she cleaned the kitchen. It seemed they had one trait in common. They busied themselves with work when they were uncomfortable.
The circumstances of the day would have them both busy for weeks to come. She was sure of it.
* * *
Scott lifted the latch and pushed the door, using one foot to open it wide enough to enter with the double armload of wood. Rena was drying the last plate when he entered the cabin.
“I’m afraid we’re in for a cold snap. The clouds gathering this evening look like they’re full of rain.” He leaned over the hearth and let the wood fall out of his arms. He added two logs to the fire and stacked the rest.
“I wish I’d thought to bring my quilts.” She shivered and wrapped her arms around her middle.
He moved the rocking chair close to the fire. “Sit here and warm up. I’ll find something for you to use tonight. We can go back to your father’s house tomorrow and gather the rest of your things.” He sat on the hearth and picked up a length of wood that he’d been whittling on for days. “Do you mind if I work while we talk?”
She shook her head. “No. I’ll be bringing my sewing with me. It’ll help to fill the evenings.”
“Ann and I would sit and work after supper most nights.” He held the wood up to the light of the fire and twisted it one way and another, deciding where to make his next cuts. “I miss her.”
“You must. Being your only family and all.” Rena set the rocker in motion. The hem of her dress puddled on the rug she’d beaten clean earlier. The toe of her shoe peeked out from beneath the fabric that swayed as she rocked.
“Martin Fleming is a good man. I knew when he and Ann met that I’d lose her to him.” He cut away a stubborn knot from the wood and tossed it into the fire.
“They seemed very happy.”
He agreed with a nod.
Silence fell in the room. She rocked, and he carved for several minutes. Then he saw her rub her arms again.
“I’ll be right back.” He put his wood on the hearth and his knife on the mantel. In his room, he opened the wardrobe and lifted the last sweater his mother had knitted for him. Underneath, he found the quilt she’d made when he was a boy. He tugged it out, returned the sweater to its place and closed the wardrobe.
Back in the main room, he laid the quilt on the hearth, careful to keep it away from sparks and ash. “I’ll warm this, and you can use it tonight.”
Rena stopped rocking and leaned close to inspect the quilt. “What a lovely pattern. Did Ann make it?”
“My mother did. Ann has one like it, but hers is pink and green. Our mother made them for us when we were children.” He picked up the knife and wood and returned to his place in front of the fire.
She reached out a hand and caressed the blue and brown starburst that formed the center of the quilt. “Are you sure you want me to use it? What about you?”
“I have another.” He didn’t want to talk to her about his mother. The woman who’d given everything she had to care for him and his sister. She’d worked odd jobs, taken in laundry, baked for others and anything else to put food on their table after their father had died.
His mother was the perfect picture of everything a mother should be. He wasn’t ready to share that with Rena. Not on the night he’d married her to give her child a name.
They were completely different women. His mother had been quiet and settled. Determined and strong.
Rena was almost never quiet and certainly not settled. Though he couldn’t deny her bravery at marrying a man she’d always kept at a distance to protect her unborn child.
He wouldn’t talk about his mother to her. Not now. Maybe not ever.
Scott put the wood aside and stood to pace behind the settee that separated the kitchen from the main part of the room. “So.” He ran a nervous hand through his hair and stepped in front of her chair. “What do you think we should establish as a sort of ground rules for what’s going on here.”
She had to crane her neck to see him, so he dropped onto the front edge of the settee and leaned toward her.
“Do you mean things like how to address one another? How to comport ourselves in public? That sort of thing?”
“Yes. We’ll have to appear friendly, or people won’t believe the child is ours.”
Her face turned pink. “Really, Sheriff, I don’t think we have to verbalize every detail.”
“Scott. You’re going to have to call me by my name.”
The color began to fade from her cheeks. “Scott.” The word was soft and seemed to come with great effort.
He answered her in kind. “Rena.” He rubbed his palms down the length of his thighs. He should not be sweating on a cold December night. “I promise to be respectful of you. Neither of us expected to be in this situation.”
“Thank you.” She avoided his gaze. “I’ll try to be friendly toward you.”
He chuckled. “You better be careful. If you start being too nice to me, people will start to think you don’t dislike me anymore.”
She jerked her head up. “Surely getting married will convince them otherwise.” She looked away and made him wonder if she was trying to cover her true feelings. “I never actually disliked you.”
“Really?” He leaned back. “Then why all those suppers where you didn’t say anything to me? You passed the food and spoke to your father, but it was clear that you were avoiding me.”
“Standoffish is probably the way I’d describe it. I guess I thought you dismissed me. That you didn’t like me as a person. So I didn’t want to waste my time or efforts by trying to build a friendship with you.” She shrugged one shoulder and stared into the fire. “I never meant to be unkind.”
“You were never unkind. But you weren’t friendly.”
“If you feel that way about me, why did you agree to this marriage?” Her eyes were open, honest. She was seeking the truth.
“I needed help here. And your father was right. A scandal now could cost him his position as mayor.”
“And you the job as sheriff? I heard that part of the conversation. Do you believe that? Could he be ousted as mayor because of what I’ve done?”
“People can be mean-spirited and unforgiving. It’s not right, but it happens.” He didn’t want to add the weight of blame to her.
“That’s so unfair.”
“It is. But we can’t worry about what might happen. We did the right thing, and now we move on. God isn’t so much concerned with where we’ve been but where we are.”
“And where are we?”
“We are at the beginning of an arrangement to benefit both of us, the child and your father. We need to make the best of it.”
“But you agree that we aren’t expecting more from me than someone to help you handle the chores here?”
“Yes. And you know that I’ll take care of the needs of you and the baby, but I’m not wanting anything like a real marriage out of this. I wasn’t looking for that with anyone. I don’t expect it from you.” Did she flinch? “I don’t mean that in an unkind way.”
“You’re merely stating the obvious.” She brushed her hands across her skirt and stood. “I think I’ll turn in. It’s been a long day, and there’s a lot to do tomorrow, if we’re going to get my things from town. I’ve got my work cut out for me here, too.”
She picked up the quilt and hugged it close. “Thank you for all you did today. I am grateful. I hope you know that.” The effort it took her to say the words was unmistakable.
He nodded. “I do.”
She closed the door to Ann’s room.
He leaned against the back of the settee with his arms crossed behind his head. What have I gotten myself into?
Lord, this didn’t surprise You, but it has thrown me like a wild horse. Help me land without getting hurt. Or hurting anyone else.
The fire crackled and settled. He added several logs to it and headed for bed. He had a feeling that tomorrow wouldn’t be the only long day in his future. He’d take them one at a time. Riding into Gran Colina with a new bride in the morning would be a challenge. Their sudden wedding would surely keep the town gossips busy for weeks to come. He hoped he and Rena could portray a convincing couple without making either of them uncomfortable.
Chapter Three (#u0789b8b7-a1fc-5ec8-af7e-31e46775ef59)
The smell of frying bacon woke Rena the next morning. Her stomach wrenched.
Please help me, Lord. How long is this going to go on? I don’t have time to be sick all day, every day. I know I don’t have a right to ask You for anything, but I’d sure appreciate a dose of mercy.
She slid her feet into her slippers and tied on her robe. She opened the door enough to see Scott at the stove with his back to her. She tiptoed across the floor of the main room and out the front door. The chilly air and damp ground were the only evidence of the rain she’d heard in the middle of the night. The sky was bright and clear.
A few minutes later, with one hand across her middle and the other holding her robe tight at the neck, she returned and hoped to make her way back to her room unnoticed.
“Oh, there you are.” Scott was walking away from the door to her room. He pointed at the table but stumbled backward a couple of steps as he took in her appearance. “I, uh, breakfast is ready.”
Rena made an effort to pull her robe tighter. She wasn’t accustomed to being in a man’s presence in such a state. There hadn’t been time to brush her hair or make herself presentable before she’d taken ill. Shame covered her again. Scott continued his backward motion until he was on the opposite side of the room from her.
“Thank you. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She dashed into her room and closed the door. Leaning against the cold wood, she vowed to avoid another instance of being caught in her nightclothes. Even if it meant she had to sleep in one of her dresses.
When she went back into the main room, Scott was taking his plate to the basin. “I thought we’d get an early start.” He didn’t look at her.
“That’s fine. Is there anything you need me to do before we go? Gather the eggs? Feed the chickens?”
“Nope. It’s all done.” He was at the door, donning his hat. “Have your breakfast while I hitch up the wagon.”
“I’ll be quick.” She watched him button his jacket. “But you’re going to have to let me help. Tomorrow morning I’ll follow you around and learn the chores.”
He lifted the door latch. “We’ll deal with tomorrow when it gets here.” He was out the door before she could respond.
The first part of the ride to town was silent. It wouldn’t do to arrive and face all the people they knew without having said a dozen words to each other.
“If you want to drop me off at my father’s house, I can pack this morning while you work.” She held her best reticule in her lap. The navy velvet fabric and black-trimmed bag felt fancy compared to her mood. She’d worn her Sunday best for the wedding. The reticule had completed her outfit, and she hadn’t thought to pack another one in her valise.
“Do you have a trunk?” Scott kept his eyes on the road.
“My mother’s. It should hold everything. I don’t have much. My clothes and sewing.” She bit her bottom lip. She wouldn’t tell him about the items she’d hidden in the bottom of the trunk for years. Things she thought a bride would need when she married. A fancy frame for a wedding photograph. A lace runner for the dresser she’d hoped to have in the room she’d share with the husband she’d dreamed of as a girl.
Eugene had turned that dream into a nightmare. The fancy things she’d collected had lost the joy she’d known when she’d bought them.
She would still bring them, but there was nothing in that trunk to turn this marriage into a happy event. No trinket or keepsake could polish the tarnish off her circumstances. Today she was married, but her problems were far from over.
Scott’s reply dragged her back to the moment at hand. “Good. I’ll leave you to it then. When you finish, come to my office. We’ll have lunch at the hotel before we go to the mercantile and purchase the things you’ll need for the house. Or, if you’d rather, you can give me a list. I’ll drop it off, and Mrs. Busby can gather everything up for you.”
“That’s probably for the best. It would save us time.” She twisted her gloved hands together. “We don’t have to go to lunch. I can make something at Papa’s or after we get home.”
He glanced at her. “What kind of husband would the folks of Gran Colina think me if I didn’t treat you to a nice meal after our wedding? We didn’t have time yesterday, but today they’ll be expecting me to treat you.”
“So you are thinking about how people are going to react to us.”
“I am. And so should you be. You’re going to have to talk to Charlotte. She’s not the kind to let you up and get married without giving her all the details.”
Rena gasped. “Oh no. I hadn’t thought of that. Giddiness and giggles will be on her mind.” She shook her head. “I won’t be able to do that.”
“I suggest you tell her that a married lady doesn’t discuss the things of marriage with anyone other than her husband. She’s mature enough to accept that.”
“She’s going to have questions. Lots of questions about when we started courting and why we didn’t tell anyone.”
“Hmm. It seems you’re going to have to be the most convincing. Men aren’t likely to ask me that sort of thing.” He squinted against the morning sun. “Tell her I’m not the kind to talk about such things. That I’m real private about matters of the heart.” He frowned.
Rena imagined there was more truth to his suggestion than he’d be willing to admit. After Louise’s marriage to Thomas Freeman, he hadn’t courted anyone that she knew of. Surely Louise’s betrayal had wounded him. “Thank you. That’s just the type of answer to keep her from pressing me.”
Scott slowed the wagon to cross the railroad tracks and headed through the center of town. The stationmaster lifted a hand as they drove by. “Morning, Sheriff. Mrs. Braden. Must say I’m a bit surprised to see the two of you back in town so soon after your wedding.”
Rena sensed Scott stiffen on the seat beside her. He nodded and answered, “Good morning.”
“Oh my. I think we’re going to be the object of more attention than I realized.” She straightened her back and held on to the rail on the side of the seat.
“Yes. Not much more interesting has happened in town in recent weeks.”
In the center of town, he steered the wagon to the right. One more left turn would find them at her father’s house. The home where she’d grown up with her father and mother.
How she wished her mother had been here to advise her. Her death had left Rena and Papa with memories of a wonderful woman and no one to guide Rena through her years of becoming a young lady. If her mother had lived, she felt certain she wouldn’t be in this situation. Momma would have known she was sneaking around with Eugene. Just like she’d known when Rena had broken the sugar bowl that had been in their family for two generations.
Momma had known so many things without being told. Could Rena ever hope to be that kind of mother? Doubt filled her again.
Scott stopped in front of the yellow clapboard house. He bounded to the ground and came to help her down. It was so uncomfortable. Living in town had meant she could walk almost everywhere she went. Climbing in and out of a wagon with a man’s assistance was something she’d have to get used to. Knowing the man was her husband caused a peculiar feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“Do you want to come inside and speak to Papa?” She turned to walk through the front gate of the low picket fence that separated the small yard from the dirt street.
“I’ll come in long enough for you to make your list.”
They entered the house and found her father in his study. The large desk he sat behind was one of Rena’s favorite pieces of furniture. She loved how Papa looked behind it. As a girl, she’d always thought him the most important man in town.
Knowing what he’d done yesterday to protect her reputation and the town’s future proved she was right.
“Good morning, Scott.” Papa rose to shake hands with Scott. He turned to Rena. “Hello, Rena.” The way he lowered his tone when he greeted her told of his ongoing sadness.
The sting of her heart was fresh. Never had he been cool or reserved with her. How she hated the pain she’d brought to him. The fracture of their relationship was her fault. And she found it unbearable. He’d been so pleased when she’d started attending services with him again. How she hated the disappointment he must feel at realizing how desperate her need for God was.
“I’ve come to get my things.”
Papa nodded but didn’t speak.
Scott had his hat in his hand. “Oscar, I’d like to speak to you about a matter of town business if you have a few minutes.”
“Certainly.” Papa returned to his chair.
Rena looked at the two of them. Scott lowered his tall frame into a wooden chair opposite her father. They settled in for a conversation as they had done many times over the last couple of years. The likelihood of her being the topic of today’s business was undeniable. “I’m going into the kitchen to make that list, Scott.”
“Fine. I’ll be here when you’ve finished.” He didn’t even turn to look at her. As she closed the door, he said, “I think there are some things we can do that will help—” The heavy door kept her from hearing anything else he said.
At the table in the kitchen, she made a list of all she could imagine she’d need for a week of cooking and cleaning. It took longer than she imagined. She racked her brain for things she remembered Scott commenting on that she’d cooked in the past. Those items went on the top of the list.
She was almost done when she heard the door to the study open.
“Thank you for taking care of that for me, Scott.” Her father’s voice carried down the long hallway and into the kitchen.
“You’re welcome, sir. We’re in this together. That’s the only way for it to succeed.”
Her father closed the study door. As she listened to Scott’s boots on the wooden floor, she wished she hadn’t caused them both so much work and worry.
Scott came into the kitchen. “Do you have the list?”
She stood and handed him the paper. “If it’s too much, let me know. I can pare it down.”
He read the list. A few lines down the page he smiled and gave an approving sound and a nod. “This is fine.” He tucked the paper into the pocket of his pants. “Is there anything you need from me before I leave? Do I need to get the trunk out of the attic?”
“No. It’s in my room.”
“Okay. I’ll be working then. You come when you’re done.”
“It won’t take too long. I may try to see Charlotte if I finish before it’s time to eat.”
Scott nodded and left her to her work.
She pulled her apron from its hook by the back door and draped it over one arm. In the hall, she ran her hand along the edge of the frame on the table near the bottom of the stairs. It was her favorite photograph of her mother.
Everything was spinning around in her head. She was leaving this house today. Her best friend would be strained by a refusal to discuss her sudden marriage. That action could cause her to lose Charlotte’s trust. Was there no end to the consequences of one choice made months ago without thought for the future?
In the room she’d lived in all of her life, Rena opened her mother’s trunk and put the apron inside. She opened the bureau drawers and took out the things that would make her new house a home. Tears trickled down her cheeks, and she dashed them away.
This was the only choice she’d had. Her baby required a home and father. Papa and Scott had made that happen. Rena wouldn’t mourn that choice. There had been no other course of action.
Next she tucked the dresses that hung in her wardrobe into the trunk with care. She pressed the pillow from her bed on top of the dresses and lowered the lid of the chest. Her shoes were put in a crate that she lined with a length of fabric. She pulled the quilt from her bed and folded it.
Standing in the center of the room, she wondered if Papa would mind if she took the washstand. It had been her mother’s. The blue flowers painted on the white basin and pitcher were as delicate as she remembered her mother to be.
A knock sounded on the bedroom door. She opened it to find her father.
“May I come in?”
“Of course.” She stepped aside. “I was just finishing up here.”
Papa looked around the room. “I’m not sure what I’ll do with myself now that you’re grown and married. I’ll miss our talks after supper. And reading the Bible together at night.” He turned to her. “It’s done my heart good to read with you these last few weeks. Your momma would want you to have this.” He put her mother’s Bible in her hand. “Promise me you’ll keep reading it.”
“I will, Papa.” Her breath caught. He might be upset with her, but his love was still there.
“And come see me. Come here or to my office when you’re in town.” His voice cracked a bit on the last words.
Rena flung herself into his arms. “Oh, Papa! I’m so sorry I’ve made a mess of things. Please forgive me.” She sobbed against his chest.
“Hush, child. You’re forgiven.” He patted her back. “I know you’ve chosen a difficult path for your life, but God loves you. And so do I.” He made soft sounds of comfort in her ear. “Perhaps in time, Scott will grow to love you, too. You must give him time.”
“I don’t see how he could ever want me for his wife. No man could.” She sniffed and pulled a handkerchief from the pocket of her skirt as she backed away from him. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust again. I feel so betrayed.”
Her father tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “He already took you as his wife, Rena. Be fair to him. He’s done a great thing for our family. And he’s a good man.”
“I’ll treat him with respect.”
“That’s a good place to start.” He pulled his watch from his vest pocket. “I have a meeting in a few minutes. Is Scott coming back here now?”
“We’re going to lunch before we come for my things.”
“How nice for you.” He gave a final perusal of the room.
“Papa, may I take the washstand with me?”
He turned to the corner of the room. “That was a gift from me to your mother on our first anniversary.” He smiled. “I remember how pleased she was to be surprised.” He nodded at her. “I think she would want you to have it.”
“Thank you, Papa.” She gave him another hug. “Not just for the gift, but for everything. You are a wise man. I am grateful for your help. Pray that I’ll be able to live up to the demands of running a homestead and being a mother.”
“I will.” He left her standing there in the room that no longer felt like home.
Her things were ready to be taken away. The childhood she’d lived here was over, and a new life waited for her in the sheriff’s office on the other side of town. It was time to go.
* * *
Scott couldn’t concentrate. The words on the papers on his desk swam in front of him like ants crawling on a pie at a picnic.
Married. He was married.
And not for any reason he’d have chosen.
He shook his head and straightened the papers on his desk into small stacks. On top was a list he’d made during the course of the morning. Every time he thought of something he needed for the homestead or Rena, he jotted it on the small piece of paper.
A ring. Rena didn’t have a wedding ring. He could get her one soon. They hadn’t discussed it. Perhaps it was something she didn’t think she should ask about, but he knew giving her one was the right thing to do.
The tip of the pencil broke, and he pulled out his knife to sharpen it.
The door opened, and Cyrus Busby from the mercantile came in. “I got that order ready for you.”
Scott pushed the knife blade across the pencil again and nicked his thumb. “Ouch!” He dropped the knife and put the pad of his thumb to his lips. With the other hand he added the ring to his list.
“Thanks, Cyrus. I appreciate that. We’ll be by your place this afternoon to pick it up.” He folded the list and put it in his pocket.
The door opened again, and Rena entered the office. “I’ve finished—” She stopped short when she saw Cyrus. “Oh, hello, Mr. Busby.”
Cyrus nodded. “Mrs. Braden.”
Rena’s cheeks filled with pink at the words.
Scott didn’t like seeing her uncomfortable. “Thanks again, Cyrus. We’ll come by later.”
Cyrus made a motion like he would leave, but he stopped with his hand on the door. “You know, I never noticed the two of you showing much interest in one another. Don’t seem like you were even courting, and now you’re married.”
Scott moved from behind his desk and came to stand beside Rena. He put his arm around her shoulders and felt her stiffen at his touch. A glance at her face showed her determination to protect their privacy.
He spoke to the mercantile owner. “Sometimes these notions come on a man sudden like.”
Cyrus rubbed a hand across the stubble on the side of his round face. “Sudden like, huh?”
“Yes.” Scott wanted to laugh at the man’s puzzled expression, but that would ruin the effect. “If you’ll excuse us, I promised my wife lunch over at the hotel.”
“Sure.” Cyrus went out the door slowly.
Rena stepped away from Scott as soon as Cyrus left. “Was that necessary?”
Scott chuckled. “I have probably just made short work of an explanation to the townsfolk for our sudden marriage.” He pushed his hat on and opened the door for her. “With Cyrus’s need to know and share everything he learns about anyone’s business, I dare say most of Gran Colina will be talking about our whirlwind romance over their evening meals tonight.”
“Oh, I see.” The sadness that had shrouded her features at the homestead lifted just a bit. “You are right. I only hope Charlotte is as easy to convince. I just finished packing my things and haven’t had a chance to see her yet.”
“I imagine she’ll be in the restaurant when we go. You can tell her then.”
At Green’s Grand Hotel, Charlotte was indeed working. She showed them to a table by the window and promised to return for a chat as soon as she’d helped to serve the lunch crowd.
Rena ate the special with more enthusiasm than he’d seen from her in the last two days.
“Are dumplings a favorite of yours?” He cut into his steak and took a bite.
She dabbed the corners of her mouth with a fancy napkin. “Yes. Charlotte’s mother is an amazing cook.”
He lowered his voice. “I’m glad to see your appetite restored.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
“Did you have an opportunity to speak with your father?”
“Yes. We had a good talk.”
She cleared her throat, so he decided to change the subject. “I want to stop at the livery and see if Russell Henderson knows anyone who has a cow for sale.”
Rena buttered a slice of bread. “Are you certain you won’t let me ask Papa about that? I’m sure he’d be glad to help with the expenses you’ll be burdened with on my account. You could think of it like a dowry of sorts.”
“I will provide what we need. You know me well enough to know that I speak my mind.” He lifted his glass of tea. “And that I rarely change it once I’ve made it up.”
“I do.”
Charlotte came to the table. “It’s been so busy today.” She rested a hand on Rena’s shoulder. “But I have time for you to tell me all about how you managed to get married without any clue of your courtship to me—your dearest friend in the world.” Charlotte put both hands just below her throat and pressed. “Why, I may never get over the hurt.” Her wink at Rena revealed her teasing nature.
“Charlotte!” Mrs. Green’s voice came from the open kitchen door. “I need your help.”
“Oh well. Maybe I’ll get a minute soon. Enjoy your lunch.” Charlotte waved her fingers and rushed to help her mother.
“Seems as though Charlotte isn’t opposed to our arrangement.”
Rena folded her napkin and took a drink of her tea. “It’s not in her nature to think poorly of anyone. She always looks for the best and believes it. Sometimes even after she’s learned otherwise.”
The next few minutes seemed like an hour. He ate his steak, but it wasn’t as satisfying as the last time he’d eaten at the hotel. No doubt, his appetite was as affected as Rena’s had been by the changes in their lives. But he wasn’t about to leave a good steak on the plate, even if she did sit in silence with her mind on unknown thoughts.
Charlotte came back to the table as he finished his meal. She carried two small plates and put them on the table in a flourish. “Tea cakes. Mother sends her blessings and congratulations on your marriage. She also apologizes for being so busy. She’ll try to stop by your table if she can.”
A smile crossed Rena’s face. “How very kind. Thank her for me.”
“I will.” Charlotte indicated an empty chair. “May I?”
“Certainly.”
Charlotte sat and rested her elbows on the table. “Tell me everything.” Her wide eyes made Scott know he didn’t want to be at the table for this conversation.
“Rena, I’m going back to the office. You enjoy your visit with Charlotte.” He pushed his chair back and stood.
“Please don’t leave on my account,” Charlotte said.
“You ladies have your talk. I’ve got work to do.” He dropped a hand on Rena’s shoulder. “Come to my office when you’re done.” Again he felt her tense at his touch. He hated to add to her discomfort, but he didn’t intend his wife to be the subject of gossip when her pregnancy became obvious. It was best he show her the kind of attention a husband would be expected to show to prevent undue attention from others later.
He pulled money from his pocket and gave it to Rena. “Settle the bill for us, please.” He picked up a tea cake and took a bite. He lifted it in salute to thank Charlotte and headed for the door.
He had his hand on the door when Charlotte’s father called to him.
“Sheriff, can I trouble you for a minute?”
Scott ate the rest of his cookie as he walked to the registration desk. “Afternoon, Charles. What can I do for you?”
“Well, I hate to say anything, but I think I should, seeing how close my Charlotte is to your wife. And her being the mayor’s daughter and all.”
The hair stood up on the back of Scott’s neck. Had their plan already been discovered? “If you have knowledge of something I need to know, I’d be grateful if you’d share.” He kept his voice calm but braced himself for what might be coming next.
“I was in the post office a few minutes ago. Cyrus Busby was in there, too. He was asking Miss Alexander if she’d had any inkling of your romancing Miss Livingston before yesterday.”
He’d have to answer carefully. It was one thing for Cyrus to spread the news that they had a whirlwind romance. It was another thing entirely for him to question whether there was a romance. “He asked me the same thing in my office just before lunch. You know he’s always looking for something to talk about.”
Charles chuckled. “Like a woman on a wagon train.”
Scott laughed. “I told him our relationship was sudden. You know how we men are. Once we make up our mind about a thing, there’s no need to dally over it.”
“That’s true. Just the same, I think you should know what was said.” Charles looked around and lowered his voice. “Miss Alexander said that Jack Jefferson asked her about the two of you this morning. He seemed to be hinting that there was some unknown reason for your sudden nuptials. He told her that one day he’d prove to Gran Colina that you and the mayor weren’t the best leaders for our town. He said to watch what happened in the election. She didn’t like the sound of it and told Cyrus as much.”
“Jack Jefferson has been on the hunt for a reason to discredit me since I took his nephew’s job. Never mind that Gilbert never lifted a hand to slow the tide of crime in Gran Colina.” Scott didn’t like the sound of this gossip. Not one bit. “Thanks for letting me know. I suggest you ignore Jefferson. Just like I have to on almost everything.”
Charles nodded. “Thanks for bringing your missus here for lunch. I expect we won’t be seeing as much of you now that you’ll have someone at home to cook for you.”
“Rena is a fine cook, that’s for sure and certain.” He slapped the counter with his palm. “I’ll try to stop in for lunch sometimes.”
As he stepped onto the sidewalk, he noticed Jack Jefferson coming out of the bank with Thomas Freeman. The two men were often together. Jefferson owned the largest ranch in the county. He was probably the biggest depositor at Freeman’s bank.
When Jefferson saw Scott, his usual sneer became a twisted grin. Nothing Jack Jefferson wanted for Gran Colina was good for the town. And he seemed determined to fight Scott and the mayor at every turn.
Scott would pray for the man again tonight. Prayer was the thing that kept him from allowing anger to build up inside and turn him to the same kind of bitter person that Jack Jefferson had become. Prayer had brought him through his broken engagement to Louise. He knew it would bring him through the coming election and help him to build a solid, if not loving, marriage with Rena.
His personal values made Scott want to live a good life, but now he must take extra care to remain above reproach. Or marrying Rena would only serve to provide him with a cook and a housekeeper. Something he wouldn’t need if Jefferson found out the truth and used it to destroy Rena’s reputation, ultimately costing him and the mayor their jobs.
With the election set for April, whatever Jack Jefferson had planned would soon come to light.
Chapter Four (#u0789b8b7-a1fc-5ec8-af7e-31e46775ef59)
Rena picked up a tea cake. “I love these. I wish your mother would share the recipe.”
Charlotte laughed. “You know how she guards her recipes. She’s only shared them with me because she needs my help in the kitchen. I had to promise never to breathe a word of any of the ingredients before she would let me see her recipe box.”
“They are delicious.” Rena finished off the tea cake, but she knew Charlotte would not be hindered in her pursuit of the story of how Rena and Scott came to be together.
“You have to tell me all about how you got married.” Charlotte leaned forward in her chair. “I can’t believe you kept this from me for so long. Or was it that long?” Her eyebrows lifted in a teasing fashion.
“I will tell you that it was very sudden, but Scott is private about these things. He wouldn’t be comfortable with me talking about it.”
“But I’m your best friend, and you used to tell me everything.” Charlotte’s lighthearted voice let Rena know she wouldn’t push for answers.
“You are a dear friend, Charlotte.”
Charlotte leaned close and lowered her voice. “You won’t tell me just a little bit?”
Rena shook her head. “I guess it’s part of growing up. There comes a time when there are things you just can’t share.” She smiled and patted her friend’s hand. “I’ve learned that over the last few months.”
“Promise me this won’t be the end of our sharing.”
“Of course not, we’ll always be close.”
“I am very happy for you.” She looked around the room and back at Rena. “But I must confess that I’m jealous. In a good way. My mother will never let me court anyone who catches my fancy.”
Rena loved her friend and hoped that she would never know the depth of pain Rena had endured over the last two months. “Your mother is only protecting you. Remember the time you thought you were in love with Nathan Taylor? You thought he was so handsome.” They both dissolved into giggles.
Charlotte tried to catch her breath. “I can’t believe that boy put a frog on my head, and then thought I’d want to eat my lunch with him.”
“And you had to endure his teasing until the day he moved away.”
“Five years later! I’ve never been happier to see someone leave town. But I was right about one thing. He was handsome.” Charlotte grew serious. “You’re right though. Momma was looking out for me. She still does.”
“You are blessed to have a mother who loves you so.”
The agreement on Charlotte’s face was sincere. “You’re right.” She giggled. “My pa could’ve married a mean old lady after my mother died. I’m so glad he married Momma instead.”
“God will bring you the right person in His time. Be patient and prayerful. I promise you’ll never be sorry if you wait on the person God has for you.” If only someone had given her that advice. In truth, Rena knew her stubbornness would have prevented her from listening. How she wished she had never met Eugene Rodgers.
The smile on Charlotte’s face let Rena know that her friend had no inkling of the true situation Rena was in. “Well, I hope He doesn’t wait too long. I’m three months older than you, and you’re already married.”
Rena spent a few more minutes with her friend, and then made her way to Scott’s office. When she climbed the steps, she could hear Jack Jefferson’s raised voice carrying through the closed door.
“I don’t know what’s going on here, Braden, but I’ll get to the bottom of it. You act all high-and-mighty, but this town was better off before the likes of you came.”
Rena reached for the door, but it flew open, and Jack Jefferson stormed out. She stumbled backward.
Scott was right behind the man and caught her elbows in his strong hands. He helped her gain her balance. “Are you hurt?”
“No, just startled.” Rena took a step away from him. He was too close.
“Jefferson, you’d be wise to calm down and take care. I won’t let you bring harm to my wife or anyone else in this town.”
Jack Jefferson’s only acknowledgment of his words was a raised hand flung outward in indifference.
“I heard him as I came up the steps.” Rena stared after the man. She lowered her voice. “Was he here because of me?”
“You know Jefferson well enough to know that he doesn’t need a reason for anything he does. He’s motivated by the anger that rules his heart.”
She lowered her gaze to his boots. They needed a good brushing, and his pants could do with a good laundering. She had a lot of work to do. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” He pushed open the door to the office and held it for her to enter. “Will you come sit by the stove and let me finish some work? I won’t be long.”
Rena sat in a chair on the opposite side of his desk and looked around at the worn furnishings while he made notes in a journal. The two cells on the back wall were empty. The afternoon light spilled into the room through the small barred windows on the back wall.
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
He shook his head and held up one finger but did not look up from his work. The pencil in his hand flew across the page in short, deliberate strokes. At the end of the page, he made a forceful dot and swirled the tip of the pencil in a quick signature. “All done.” He closed the journal and locked it in the drawer of his desk. “Let’s go by the livery and get your cow.” He grabbed his hat from the peg near the front window and pushed it onto his head. “I stopped in earlier and Henderson had one for sale.”
“That’s welcome news.” Rena stepped onto the porch and waited while he locked the door. “Is there anything else we need to do while we’re in town?”
“No. We can pick up your trunk first, and then we’ll get the cow on our way out of town.”
The afternoon sun was deep in the sky when they turned down the lane toward their cabin. Everything she would bring from her past into her future was in the trunk that sat in the bed of the wagon. Scott had removed the cow’s bell and tied her so she’d follow along behind them.
“How are you feeling?” Scott glanced at her as she looked behind them to check on the cow.
“Tired. It’s been another long day.” She didn’t want to complain, but the fatigue was like none she’d ever known.
He pulled the wagon in front of the porch and set the brake. She moved to the edge of the seat. “Wait, and I’ll help you down.”
“Thank you.” She put her hand in his and stepped cautiously out of the wagon. “I’ll figure out a way to do that by myself soon.”
“No need.” He picked up the cowbell and reattached it to the cow’s harness. “If you don’t mind, I’ll take care of the animals and bring your trunk in later.”
“I’ll come along, and you can teach me to milk her.”
He untied the cow from the wagon and stood holding the end of the rope. He studied her with his head tilted to one side. “Okay. You might want to change your clothes first.”
She looked down at her cream-colored coat. “My other clothes are in the trunk.”
Scott chuckled. “Let me get this girl settled in the barn, and I’ll drag your trunk into the cabin.”
“Thank you.” Rena went into her new home and tugged off her coat and gloves. She laid them across her bed and removed her hat.
She went to stand in front of the mirror that must have been Ann’s. “The learning of new ways starts now, ma’am.” She smoothed the front of her skirt. Her palms stopped in her middle, and her thoughts turned to the child growing inside her. “God, help me. There’s so much to learn.”
The sound of her trunk scrubbing across the porch caught her attention. She hurried into the front room and opened the door. She turned the rug at her feet sideways.
“If you can drag it onto the rug, it should slide across the floor easier.”
Scott dragged the trunk onto the rug and dropped the end he carried with a thud. He straightened and brushed his hands together. “Good idea. I’d forgotten how strong a man has to be to move a woman’s things.”
“At least you had help when Ann moved out. I’m sorry I can’t help you.” She hated that he had to do everything himself.
He looked at her. “You don’t need to feel like that. I’ve known you for a while. I know you’re not shy of work and that you’re hindered by your—” he hesitated “—circumstances.”
“Thank you for saying that.” She stepped out of his way. “If you can get that into my room, I’ll change quickly and meet you in the barn.”
She hadn’t grown accustomed to acknowledging her pregnancy to herself, so it was awkward to hear him speak of her condition. An appreciation for his concern bored a hole in the wall around her heart.
* * *
Scott had unhitched the team and fed them. He was in front of the barn, washing the milk bucket when Rena came out of the cabin. She was a beautiful young woman, but the deep sadness in her soul was unveiled when they were alone.
Lord, please help her. I don’t know the best way to help her, but I’ll do what I can.
“You don’t have to learn this tonight. You can start supper, and I’ll bring in the milk.” He turned the bucket upside down and shook out the rinse water.
She was tying her hair in a ribbon as she walked across the yard. “The more I learn now the better off I’ll be.”
“Okay. Do you want me to show you how first, or do you want to get right to it and learn on your own?”
Rena followed him into the barn, and they stood in front of the cow’s stall. She squared her shoulders. “That depends. Are you a good teacher?”
He added hay to the trough, and the cow began to eat. “Can’t say as I’ve had much experience teaching someone to milk a cow.” He chuckled at the thought. “Are you suggesting that if you have trouble learning it will be because of my way of teaching?”
“You tell me what to do.” She walked beside the cow and patted her side. “Good girl. You be a good girl, and I’ll be gentle.” She kept one hand on the cow while she pulled the milking stool closer with the toe of her shoe. Then she lowered herself to the stool. “Okay, girl.” She rubbed her hands together to warm them and reached out to milk the cow.
“It doesn’t look to me like you need a teacher.”
“I remember reading a storybook in school. The little boy in the story tried to milk the cow with cold hands and was very sorry.”
“Then I think you’re a better student than I would be a teacher.” He was about to leave her to her task, when the cow bellowed.
“Whoa, girl.” Rena’s soft voice held a soothing quality. “I’m sorry.” She rubbed her hands together again and, this time, succeeded in getting milk into the bucket.
“I’ll leave you to your work.” He backed out of the stall and went to feed the other animals.
A few minutes later, he saw her carrying the bucket toward the cabin. He smiled and shook his head. If she was that determined in everything she faced, she’d have no problems adjusting to life on a homestead.
A breeze swirled between where he stood at the gate of the corral and the cabin. It lifted the ribbon that held Rena’s hair in place and tossed it across her face. She pulled it back with her free hand and kept moving. Even while lugging a bucket of fresh milk she looked calm and in control. He knew it wasn’t true. Nothing in the last two days had happened the way either of them had planned. He knew in his heart that she’d never have married him for any other reason.
He remembered his mother’s love for him. How she’d taught him to milk a cow and brush a horse. He’d learned so much from her. Things that got him through every day of his life as an adult.
Things Rena had never had to do. She’d surprised him with how well she’d handled the cow, but if she was going to survive on this homestead, she’d need other lessons. He knew his mother would want him to teach her.
Scott pulled the barn door closed and headed for the cabin. It probably wouldn’t happen quickly, but he’d start tonight.
He unloaded the wagon and carried their supplies into the cabin while Rena cooked.
“Where do you want this?” He carried the stand for her bowl and pitcher.
She looked up from the pot of beans she stirred. “I’d like it in the corner by the window if it will fit.”
“Okay.” He pushed the door of her room open with his boot. “Over here?” He called over his shoulder and was startled when she spoke from right behind him.
“There.” She pointed to her preferred spot. “And could you push the trunk a little bit to the right?”
He put the stand where she directed, and then shoved the trunk over. “Anything else?”
“Well, since you asked, could you move the bed to that wall?” She looked a little sheepish. “The morning sun warms that part of the room.”
“It does?” He nodded and pulled the bed frame to its new location.
“That’s perfect.” She looked around the room, and her gaze stopped on the trunk.
His sister had rearranged the furniture in the front room several times before she’d decided the first way he’d set it was the best. Pulling heavy things from one side of the room to another wasn’t new to him. “What is it?” He followed her eyes. “Oh, now the trunk needs to be where the bed was before?”
Her mouth dropped open. “Yes! How did you know?” She scooted out of his way. “And the mirror should be over here.”
He straightened from moving the trunk and made a show of sniffing the air. “Are the beans sticking in the pot?”
“Oh no!” She dashed by him on her way to the stove. “I completely forgot about supper.”
Scott laughed and moved the mirror.
When he went back into the front room, she was pouring the beans into a bowl. “Only the ones on the bottom were scorched.” She filled two cups with fresh milk and set them on the table.
“You did well with the cow.” He sat on the hearth and tugged off his boots.
“Thank you.” She put a plate of fried sausage on the table. “I know everything won’t be as easy to conquer as that was, but I’m glad to be making progress.”
“Have you ever lit a fire?”
Her back was to him as she pulled plates from the shelf on the far wall. “Papa always lit the fires at home.” She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “He said it was man’s work.”
“He did, did he?” Scott was glad she had moments where she relaxed enough to tease him. She had often teased her father when Scott had occasion to be in their home. He’d enjoyed watching their easy relationship, even though she’d never made any effort to build a friendship with him.
“Said he’d never let Momma light a fire. Didn’t want her to get the soot on her clothes.”
“Is that so?” He chuckled and pulled a match from the cast-iron holder on the wall by the fireplace. “Well, your mother didn’t live out on a homestead. Town ladies have a different kind of life.”
She put the plates on the table. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that you’ve got a lot to learn about homesteading, and I think we need to start with the basics. You’re good with a stove, but during the winter the fireplace will need to be kept lit while we’re home. You’ll be here during the day while I’m in town taking care of my work as sheriff.”
“You could light the fire in the morning before you go.” She stood on the far side of the table.
“And what if some night I’m kept in town on business? You could wake in the morning to find the fire out. Can’t have you and the little one freezing in the cabin while I’m all cozy in my office with a fire in the stove.”
“You mean to leave me here alone with a new baby and stay out overnight?” When had their light banter turned to fear in her?
He took a step toward her. “No, Rena. I was only teasing you with the possibility that I might be caught away overnight. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
She rubbed her hands up and down her arms as if she was cold. “I’m not frightened.”
“Rena, I truly am sorry that the thought of being here alone isn’t the same as the safety you felt in town in your pa’s house.” Scott looked at her. “Life on a homestead isn’t like living in town. You’re going to need to learn to tend the fire. I’ll teach you to shoot, so you can protect yourself and the little one.” He didn’t mean to do it, but his eyes dropped to her midsection. “I’ll pray you never need to shoot anyone or anything. But it is important for you to know how.”
She shuddered, and he came to stand in front of her. “Don’t worry. You’re a brave person.” Before he thought about what he was doing, he pulled her into his arms and held her against his chest. “You’ll conquer the skills you need in no time.”
Rena relaxed against him for a moment, and then bolted out of his embrace. “I’m not going to worry.” She must have been dredged up the resolve in her eyes from the depths of her soul. It hadn’t been there when he’d reached out to comfort her. She plucked the match from his hand and went to the fireplace. In no time at all the flames began to lick up the kindling. She tossed the match into the fire and spun around. “Don’t think that my life in town kept me from basic skills. I may have been a bit pampered as the mayor’s daughter, but I’m an independent woman who can take care of herself, too.” She lifted her cute nose up in the air just a fraction and grinned. She was trying to make him laugh and not focus on the fear she had shown.
He made a sweeping gesture and bowed in her direction. “I will remember your ability the next time I’m tempted to help you.”
Her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly at his poor choice of words. He hoped she didn’t think he regretted helping her—or that he wouldn’t want to help her in the future.
“Good.” She crossed to the table. “Let’s eat before these burned beans get cold.”
Scott followed her lead and kept the conversation on easy matters for the rest of the evening. Only when he plumped up his pillow and settled into bed did he allow himself to think about her reaction.
Their lighthearted banter had been pleasant. He’d even enjoyed it. More than he’d thought he might. But in an instant Rena had become vulnerable. Her usual flighty and fun personality had been swallowed up in her pregnancy and abandonment.
Eugene Rodgers had stolen a lot from Rena last fall. Scott knew he couldn’t restore her to the happy and carefree young lady she’d been before, but he was beginning to hope he could at least alleviate some of her pain.
Chapter Five (#u0789b8b7-a1fc-5ec8-af7e-31e46775ef59)
A warm glow on the horizon promised a beautiful sunrise when Rena looked through her bedroom window the next morning. She turned to the mirror in its new location in the corner of the room. Her sturdy skirt and blouse were just right for gathering eggs and feeding chickens. She tied her hair in a length of ribbon and went into the front room.
Scott stood at the stove and poured a cup of coffee. “Would you like a cup?”
She nodded. “How are you awake before me?”
A crowing sounded in the yard. “That rooster has been waking me up every day since Ann brought him home. He seems to hate me.”
She accepted the coffee he offered. “Thank you. I have a feeling that rooster doesn’t have anything to do with it. You probably woke him.”
“Not the rooster.” Scott handed her a plate loaded with eggs and toast. “I woke the chickens. I’m an early riser. It’s the only way I can get all my work done.” He joined her at the table.
Rena waited while he blessed their food and then added honey to her toast. “I’m ready for you to teach me the things I can do to help with the workload.”
“You can milk the cow again.” His dark navy shirt made the blue in his eyes stand out. The scruff on his chin was darker than usual. He probably hadn’t had time to shave since the wedding.
The wedding. Had it only been two days earlier? How were they holding casual conversations about chores and animals when they were newly married? There was something very sad about the realization that she’d never know the joy of the first days of a marriage of true love. She must not think about his blue eyes and love. “We need to name the cow.”
He picked up his coffee. “The cow’s name is Bertie.”
“Bertie?” She nodded. “It suits her.”
“Henderson told me she belonged to a family who left last week to head back East. Life here was too much for the wife. They sold their cattle to Jack Jefferson and let their milk cow and horses go for a low price to the livery. Told Henderson to sell them and use the money to pay for their feed.”
“How sad to give up their hope of a new life and have to parcel it out to others on their way out of town.” She pondered her new life. It wouldn’t be easy, but she was committed to it.
Lord, give me strength. I’m sure there are hard times ahead that I haven’t considered. Help me not to fail you or my child again.
“It is, but they had somewhere to go. Somewhere they wanted to be.” He stared out the window as he spoke. “That counts for something.” With those words, he scraped his chair backward and picked up his empty plate.
“Put that in the basin, and I’ll wash up after the morning chores.” Rena scooped the last bit of eggs onto her fork.
“Come to the barn when you finish. We’ll start there.”
The morning was full of new things. First she learned what feed was for which animals and how often they ate. Then Scott showed her how to move the horses and cow into the corral for the day. They hauled water from the well to the troughs in the corral, the pig pen and the hen house. The cool morning warmed as the sun climbed in the winter sky.
“I know I insisted that you teach me how to care for all the animals, in case I ever have to do the morning chores alone, but—” Rena wiped her forehead with her sleeve “—what would you say to sharing some of the water we’re hauling for the animals with the homesteaders?”
He laughed. “There’s a dipper hanging on the well.”
She drank deeply and sank onto a bench near the corral fence. Scott drank two dippers of the cool water and sat beside her. He lifted his hat and wiped his face with a kerchief.
“That makes for a busy morning.” The amount of work they’d done surprised her. Every day the same list of chores needed to be done. Rain or shine.
“You get used to it.” He leaned against the fence post behind him.
“How did you manage on your own?”
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Angel Moore
Suddenly a FamilyAfter Rena Livingston's secret fiancé leaves her pregnant and unwed, her mayor father insists upon a marriage of convenience to Sheriff Scott Braden. Though his motivations are as much about protecting his political career as her reputation, Rena is grateful the standoffish sheriff agrees to the arrangement. At least her child will grow up without the burden of her shame…Scott believed his one chance at love fled with his ex-fiancée, but caring for Rena and her unborn baby exposes a vulnerability he vowed he'd never allow again. When the upcoming election stirs nasty gossip, though, Scott must choose between his commitment to the town and his growing love for Rena and the baby.
Suddenly a Family
After Rena Livingston’s secret fiancé leaves her pregnant and unwed, her mayor father insists upon a marriage of convenience to Sheriff Scott Braden. Though his motivations are as much about protecting his political career as her reputation, Rena is grateful the standoffish sheriff agrees to the arrangement. At least her child will grow up without the burden of her shame...
Scott believed his one chance at love fled with his ex-fiancée, but caring for Rena and her unborn baby exposes a vulnerability he vowed he’d never allow again. When the upcoming election stirs nasty gossip, though, Scott must choose between his commitment to the town and his growing love for Rena and the baby.
ANGEL MOORE fell in love with romance in elementary school when she read the story of Robin Hood and Maid Marian. Who doesn’t want to escape to a happily-ever-after world? Married to her best friend, she has two wonderful sons, a lovely daughter-in-law and three grandkids. She loves sharing her faith and the hope she knows is real because of God’s goodness to her. Find her at www.angelmoorebooks.com (http://www.angelmoorebooks.com).
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Husband by Arrangement
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“Do you like it?” Scott asked.
In an instant, Rena was on her knees beside the cradle, running her hand along the curves of the wood. “Like it? It’s perfect.”
He laughed. “It’s hardly perfect. It’s not even finished. Be careful not to get a splinter.” He pulled her hand away from the rough wood.
She looked up at him. “Will you put it in my room when you finish?” The hope in her eyes was all the thanks he could ever want for his labor.
“Of course.” He realized he still held her hand. “The hard part is over. Only the fine work is left to do.”
The cradle gave tangible evidence of the impending arrival of the baby...another man’s baby. Scott had built his home with every intention of marrying and raising a family to carry his name and tend his land for centuries to come. Louise’s betrayal had killed that dream.
Tonight, he would bury it in the sawdust at his feet, while he sanded off the rough edges of a cradle he’d built for the child of another man.
Dear Reader (#u0789b8b7-a1fc-5ec8-af7e-31e46775ef59),
Sometimes forgiving yourself is the hardest thing to do.
Thank you for reading Husband by Arrangement. I hope you enjoyed this story of restoration to a relationship with God. Abandoning her faith made Rena vulnerable and brought pain to her and those she loved. The faith and patience of a loving man make this story a favorite of mine.
Rena accepts responsibility for her actions. She even accepts God’s forgiveness but struggles to forgive herself.
Facing the consequences of our actions on a daily basis can lead to guilt. God wants us to be repentant. Then He forgives, and He wants us to forgive ourselves.
I’d love to hear from you. You can reach me through my website at angelmoorebooks.com (http://angelmoorebooks.com). You’ll find the latest news and links to connect with me on social media.
May God bless and help you to forgive yourself and others.
Angel Moore
There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.
—Romans 8:1
To my editor, Dina Davis.
Thank you for helping me remember to write with joy.
To my readers, for inspiring me to keep writing.
And to God, my source and strength.
Contents
Cover (#u8bfc92fe-7514-5499-8b18-302acf9214b4)
Back Cover Text (#ub032071a-4a28-5975-96b4-9fc98d68e976)
About the Author (#uac922e5b-bb78-5351-be49-0fd52e417181)
Booklist (#u4c231ce6-1198-525b-920a-54b841d1e767)
Title Page (#u71739f5d-29fc-57d0-821f-945918f1ae55)
Copyright (#u141bd4e6-04d9-57f0-b90e-7f2cd64f8d67)
Introduction (#u659ada73-a649-554c-98bc-53288decb54c)
Dear Reader (#u1b4d684c-8e3c-5c5b-90f5-63701e398241)
Bible Verse (#u881df0f4-1709-5a52-9643-036fd296817f)
Dedication (#ubc425a96-660d-5f23-b3f8-da72ba709979)
Chapter One (#u448f3b13-abd8-54de-8a5a-0e824bed74f4)
Chapter Two (#u8636aaf2-631c-58b4-ac73-4522f8bb5131)
Chapter Three (#ub04799fa-d0f9-576a-953e-879789b35023)
Chapter Four (#ud24c2ad2-8537-5a11-8ff9-09459851ed51)
Chapter Five (#uc820bce1-c460-5057-a7f1-e1f3039a3e17)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter One (#u0789b8b7-a1fc-5ec8-af7e-31e46775ef59)
Gran Colina, Texas
December 1881
Rena Livingston hung her head. She couldn’t look at Sheriff Scott Braden. Not while her father was asking him to marry her and give her unborn child a name.
“I’d be beholden to you for the rest of my days if you do this for my Rena.” Her father’s voice wasn’t boisterous or bold like when he gave speeches as the mayor of Gran Colina. It was heavy with sorrow. And it was her fault.
“Oscar, you know I’d do anything in the world for you. I owe you my life, but this is too much.” Rena could feel the sheriff’s eyes on her now. She saw his hand as he swept it in her direction. “Why, Rena doesn’t even like me.”
She cringed. Scott Braden had become one of her father’s closest friends right after he’d moved to Gran Colina two years ago. She’d never forget the day they’d met. Bank robbers had burst into the Gran Colina Bank and Trust. Scott had shoved her under a desk to keep her out of harm’s way. Only she hadn’t realized what was happening. Her outburst at his actions had distracted him and nearly cost Scott his life. When he’d tried to quieten her, one of the robbers had put a pistol to his head. The man would have pulled the trigger if her father hadn’t knocked the gun away. Scott and her father had subdued the robbers in the struggle that followed. The events of that day got Scott the job as sheriff and sealed the friendship between the two men.
But Rena always bristled in Scott’s presence. Something about the man was unsettling. It wasn’t his strong good looks. Blue eyes so clear the sky should be jealous. His full bottom lip lifted on one side as it made its way to the corner of his mouth. To some it would appear as a defect, but on Scott, it was as if he’d been created with so much perfection that the one little offset prevented him from being flawless. Those looks gave him trouble of a different kind from the single ladies in town. They were always bringing him pies or dinner, hoping to win his attention. To no avail.
No. Her discomfort around him was relentless. If she were honest with herself, she’d admit that the times he’d suggested she should attend church with her father had made her feel judged by him. If he’d thought poorly of her character before, her situation would validate those thoughts.
Even in her current state of humiliation, she was compelled to speak. “I told you this wouldn’t work, Papa.”
“Be silent, Rena. You have forfeited your right to have a say in these matters.” Her father never spoke to her so harshly, but she’d broken his heart. If possible, the events of today had wounded him more than when she’d stopped attending church with him after her mother had died four years ago. She’d felt so alone without Momma. The pain she endured now was like then. Oh, how she missed the comfort and wisdom of her mother in difficult times.
“Now, Oscar, the girl oughta have a say in her future.” Scott’s defense of her was unexpected. So much so that she lifted her face to meet his eyes. “I know you’re dealing with a serious situation, but it is Rena’s life.” She swallowed when his words made her want to smile in gratitude.
But Papa was right. She had no reason to speak against anything he tried to do to help her.
“It’s not just about her. If word of her—” her father cleared his throat “—condition gets out, there will be a scandal. The likes of which we haven’t seen in the leadership of Gran Colina since you and I worked so hard to get crime under control and make this town a safe place for people to settle.” He shook his head. “And with the election coming up in just three months, we could both lose our jobs.”
This sentence caused Scott to drop onto the edge of the settee. He’d jumped to his feet at her father’s initial request. She could see the fight drain out of him as he considered the possibility of losing his badge.
“I’m truly sorry, Papa.” She wouldn’t cry. Not in front of Scott.
Her father didn’t look at her. He’d barely looked at her since she’d told him what happened. “Sorrow is good for your soul, but it won’t fix your future. We have to act now.”
Scott turned to her. “Are you certain?”
She couldn’t pretend she didn’t know he was asking about the child. She lowered her gaze and nodded. Nothing could force her to vocalize the truth again today. Within an hour of telling her father at breakfast, he’d summoned the sheriff and put his plan in motion. Only the plan had stalled with Scott’s resistance.
Her father spoke again. “I’ll need your promise that you won’t share a word of what we’ve discussed. I’m not sure who I’ll find to step up at this point.” He shook his head. “If only I had more time. But there’s just no one else I’d trust to know this.”
Rena had waited to tell her father until she was certain Eugene Rodgers wasn’t coming back. A postcard had arrived the day before. A pretty drawing of a big city in California covered one side. The other side held a bold, scribbled note. It was the only time she’d heard from him in the two months since he’d left her and Gran Colina.
Signed on as a seaman leaving for Alaska tonight. I wish you a happy life. My short time in Gran Colina will always be a fond memory, but the world is big, and I wish to explore it.
Her hope that he would return and make an honest woman of her was gone. It was sailing across the Pacific to places unknown.
Scott asked, “Is there no aunt in the East or cousin in Florida to give you a home?”
“There is not.” Rena forced the words out with torturous effort. “I’d have preferred that to imposing on you, but Papa is my only living relative.”
“Is there no chance that the father will do his duty by you?”
“None. He is gone forever.”
It was clear to her now that Eugene had wanted to keep their engagement secret because he’d had no intention of marrying her. No one, not even her closest friend, had known they were seeing one another.
He’d convinced Rena that their marriage would take place the following morning. No one would know they’d been together. His smooth words had led her foolish mind to accept and trust him.
Oscar said, “She told me it was that wretched Rodgers fella.” He clinched his fists at his side. “He gave her his promise.”
“Papa, don’t. If I’d lived the way you and Momma taught me—” She paused, garnering the courage to continue. “It’s my own fault.”
Shame covered her soul. Why had she believed Eugene? How had she allowed herself to be so stupid?
* * *
“Eugene Rodgers?” Scott ground his teeth at the memory of the young man with slick manners. “I was glad to see him get on the train the day he left Gran Colina. I had no idea he was running from his responsibilities.” He’d disliked the man on sight. Those sly ways and pretty words could woo a woman, but Scott had been leery of him from the start. He should have paid closer attention. Maybe he could have prevented this situation if he had.
Rena’s next words surprised him. “He didn’t know about the child.”
“You kept it from him? A man has a right to know about his own flesh and blood. Have you written to inform him?” He would be hard-pressed to forgive such a thing if it happened to him. A child deserved a father. One to love and provide for their needs.
“I didn’t know he was leaving. He left me no way to contact him.” She shook her head and didn’t look at him. “He left the morning after...” She choked on her words and didn’t finish.
“Have you heard from him since he left?”
“Only a postcard saying he won’t be back and has gone to see the world.”
Scott wanted to find Rodgers and drag him back. He should never have left Rena like this. But a man like that would be untraceable—and unworthy of a good wife and a child.
There were several men in Gran Colina who would be glad to take Rena on as their wife. Men who wouldn’t appreciate her stubborn ways or determined mind. And if they knew about the child, she could be treated poorly.
No woman deserved that. Not even after so obvious a sin.
“Rena, what do you think of your father’s proposition?” She sat with her arms crossed and her face taut. The green eyes that often held laughter and mischief were sober. Her dimples made no appearance. Not even the childlike freckles from her youth softened the sorrow in her countenance today.
Her voice was low, but steady, as she answered. “I have presented him with an impossible situation, and he is trying to protect me. As well as everything he’s done to improve Gran Colina. If scandal breaks out now, he’ll lose the election for sure.”
As much as he hated to admit it, she was right. “Do you wish to marry?”
“It was my fondest wish before—” She held his gaze. He knew she chose her words with care. “I know it is best for my father and my child. And for myself. It is not how I ever intended for my life to unfold.” The straight set of her pink mouth reinforced the sincerity of her answer.
Oscar said, “I don’t see any alternative. You are the best choice, Scott. The only choice, actually. Anyone else could use this to undermine my work as mayor. You remember how unruly Gran Colina was when you first came to town. All our work could be undone in a matter of weeks if this isn’t handled discreetly.”
“Oscar, will you leave us to speak privately?”
The mayor seemed to have aged overnight. He looked from Rena and back to Scott. “I’ll go out to the kitchen and make us some coffee.”
When he left them alone in the front room, Scott turned to Rena. Her slim neck was stiff. “Are you well? You look as though you’ve lost weight.”
“I am healthy, but food holds no appeal to me at the moment.”
“What shall we do?”
One eyebrow lifted. “It’s more a question of what you will do. I’m not in a position to make demands.”
“There’s something we need to talk about before I agree to this arrangement.”
She didn’t speak, but the widening of her eyes spoke of fear that he’d refuse her.
“You know I’m a believer in the Lord above.”
Rena nodded.
“And you? I’ve seen you in services on Sundays for the last couple of months, but we’ve never talked about your beliefs.”
“I walked away from the church and God when my mother died. I was so hurt. I wish I’d stayed there beside my father.” She wrung her hands together in her lap. “He’s a good man, but he was so lonely without Momma, and I couldn’t just accept that Momma was gone. Not after how I’d prayed for God to spare her. It was a foolish choice.”
“Have you asked the Good Lord to forgive you?”
She nodded. “I have.” She raised tear-filled eyes to meet his gaze. “I know there are hard days ahead for me, but I’m determined to face them with God. I made a mess of things when I didn’t heed His ways.”
“That’s all I needed to hear. The rest isn’t mine to know. We can marry immediately if you choose.”
“Really? How can you say that’s all you need to know?”
“Jesus does the forgiving. You’ve done me no wrong. Jesus even said for the people without sin to cast the first stone.”
The tears dripped off her lashes, and she dashed them away with the back of her hand. “Still, I’m powerful sorry.”
“Then the next step will be to forgive yourself. Making things right with God and living your life by the Good Book—that’s where you’ll find your hope.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“I can give you and your little one my name. Only God can give you peace.”
“What about your life? Why would you be willing to give up your future for me? Knowing what you know.”
“My future is being the sheriff of Gran Colina. But if your father loses the mayor’s race, I’m likely to lose, too. I know I was only elected because your father told everyone he could about the bank robbery he and I thwarted. No matter how it happened, it’s who I am now.”
“You have your homestead.”
“Since my sister married and moved away, it’s all I can do to keep up with that and being sheriff. She cooked and cleaned. Things I don’t have the time or talent for.”
“That doesn’t seem like a fair deal to me. You save my reputation, and all I have to do is housework. What if you meet someone and fall in love?”
A dull ache in his chest quivered for a brief moment and stilled. “You won’t ever have to worry about me falling in love. I gave up on that notion a long time ago.”
Two hours later, Scott stood beside Rena at the altar of Gran Colina Church. He rubbed his palm down the side of his Sunday trousers before taking Rena’s hand from Oscar. Reverend Walter Gillis began the ceremony that would take away any freedom Scott had. The reverend asked him to repeat the vows and put a ring on Rena’s finger. He pledged all his earthly possessions to her, but he had no ring. She lowered her eyes to the floor when his voice wavered as he promised to love and honor her. He would love her. Like a sister in Christ. But he’d never love any woman for himself. Not again.
“You may kiss the bride.” Reverend Gillis’s words hung in the air.
They’d agreed before coming to the church that no one was to know their marriage wasn’t one of mutual agreement and love. Only Scott, Rena and Oscar would ever know. Scott was quite sure Rena hadn’t considered a kiss to seal their vows when they’d decided that.
He certainly had not. He froze. If he tried to kiss her, she might burst into tears. The strain of the day had taken a toll on him. Only God knew how she was holding up.
Rena lifted her face to him. The pleading in her eyes told him they needed to complete the picture of a happy couple or their arrangement would never be believed.
He placed one finger under her chin and saw her jaw tighten. He turned her face slightly away from the friends who’d gathered to witness the event. The kiss he placed on her cheek was so close to her lips that no one would question his actions, but the near miss of her mouth protected her from questioning his intentions.
The softness of her skin contradicted the pain in her. He prayed they would be able to build a life together for the sake of her child and her father. It was inexcusable that Eugene Rodgers had taken advantage of Rena. The scoundrel would never know about the baby. Scott couldn’t understand such a man. No child of his would ever be raised by another man. Not as long as he had breath in his body.
Of course, that would never happen. Watching his fiancée, Louise Kinard, walk away from their engagement to marry Thomas Freeman, the town banker, over a year ago had taught Scott that women wanted a smooth talker. Even if the man promised things he would never deliver, women were fascinated by fancy and unimpressed by a solid man with a good heart and a loyal nature.
If his sister hadn’t moved away and left him struggling to keep his homestead going, he didn’t think he’d be standing here now, kissing Rena.
But he was. And now all of Gran Colina would know that the sheriff had married the mayor’s daughter. Before summer’s end they’d welcome a new life into the world.
Lord, help me to adjust to all of this by then. And help Rena, too.
Saving Gran Colina from falling backward into lawlessness was a noble goal. With Thomas Freeman using all his polished ways to run for mayor against Oscar in the coming election, and Gilbert Jefferson running for his former position as sheriff, everything they’d accomplished was at risk.
Scott had already given himself fully to protecting Gran Colina. He hoped Rena would settle into their new life without regret. If she couldn’t, or if word got out that she was carrying another man’s child, their whole scheme might be for naught.
Suddenly it was all over, and Oscar was pumping his hand. “Congratulations, Scott.” The man’s eyes held gratitude that couldn’t be expressed in front of the people who gathered around the new couple.
“Thank you, sir.” Scott shook hands with Reverend Gillis and then his wife, Mildred. While everyone pressed in on them to offer happy wishes, Rena seemed to become more and more tense. The smile she wore appeared genuine, but he was concerned about how long she could keep up the pretense of wedded bliss.
Rena’s closest friend, Charlotte Green, spoke quietly into her ear, and Rena nodded. Scott wondered if Charlotte knew the truth. He hoped not. Charlotte stepped back, and her hand fell away from Rena’s arm.
“Congratulations, Sheriff,” Charlotte said. “I must say I’m surprised by this turn of events, but I do wish you well. Rena is a dear friend. Her happiness is important to me. See that you do right by her.” Her grin let him know she was pleased for her friend.
“Thank you.” He smiled what he hoped was a genuine smile. “I’ll do my best.”
Rena accepted a hug from the preacher’s wife. “Thank you, Mrs. Gillis.”
“You’ve made such a wonderful choice. I just know you and the sheriff will have a happy life.” Mildred Gillis’s round face crinkled with her smile. “Oh, the joy this must bring to your father. And to think the two of you have kept your courtship a secret. You are a sly one.” Light laughter punctuated her words, but Scott saw the pain they brought to Rena.
He stepped closer to her and raised his voice to address the gathering. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice, but if you don’t mind, I’d like for us to be on our way. We want to be home before dark.”
Chuckles came from the small crowd as they parted to give him and Rena room to leave the church. He looped Rena’s hand into the crook of his elbow and led her outside.
She took a deep breath when they passed through the doors and pulled her hand free of his arm. “Thank you. It was getting to be a bit much.”
“It’s been quite a day.” He offered his hand to assist her into his wagon. She released it as soon as she was seated. The walk around the back of the wagon gave him another moment to whisper a prayer. He was in a marriage he’d never expected, to a woman who didn’t love or want him. A woman he’d never have chosen. Prayer had always been a part of his life. He imagined it was about to become a constant thing.
Scott climbed aboard and lifted the reins. The two miles to his homestead never seemed so long. The afternoon was brisk, and Rena pulled the top of her cape closer around her neck.
“There’s a blanket under your seat.”
“I’m fine, thank you.” She didn’t look at him.
Not another word was spoken until they arrived at his home.
Their home.
He set the brake and turned to her. “It’s not what you’re used to. The house and barn are done, but I want to expand the corral.” He lifted his arm to point beyond her. “There’s a good-sized garden there. Not much to it at this time of year. There’s plenty of meat in the smokehouse, and Ann did a lot of canning before she married. I made her take what she could with her.” He vaulted over the wheel onto the ground. “I thought I’d be on my own. We’ll buy what we need in town until spring.”
He walked around to help her from the wagon. She lost her footing, and he had to catch her by the waist and set her on the ground. She stepped away from him the instant she regained her balance. Her movements were so abrupt that he apologized.
The set of her mouth had only softened for the ceremony. It had returned to testify to her determination. “If you’ll show me where to unpack my valise, I’ll see to supper.”
He nodded and lifted her case from the back of the wagon. She followed him up the steps to the porch, and he opened the door. “After you.”
Rena’s back was straight, and her shoulders were square as she entered his house. She came to a stop just inside the dim interior and gasped.
Scott scooted around her and dropped her valise near the door. Not until this moment did he remember the state of the house. Without Ann’s help, he’d done only a minimal amount of cleaning. When he’d left for town this morning, there had been no idea of someone coming back with him this evening.
He went to the fireplace and struck a match against the hearth to light the fire and then a lamp. He adjusted the wick and lifted the lamp so she could see the room.
Tears swam in her eyes. He knew she wouldn’t let them fall, but he hated to add the disorder of his home to the chaos of her life today.
In spite of her predicament, he wanted to make the best of their arrangement. The house was proof that he needed someone to help him. “It’s not as bad as it seems. I promise. We can get it set in order and make it work.”
He hoped the words were true of more than his house.
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Rena stood in the middle of the room trying to take in the magnitude of disorder one man could bring to a space. The mess of his home paled in comparison to the mess she’d made of her life.
At that exact moment, her body reacted to the child she was carrying in a now-too-familiar fashion. She turned on her heel and sped through the door and around to the side of the house.
It was several minutes before she climbed the porch steps and reentered her new home. Much of the clutter that had greeted her earlier was in a pile near the door on the back wall, and Scott was sweeping the floor.
“You shouldn’t be sweeping. That’s my responsibility now.” She unbuttoned the top of her wool cape and slipped it off her shoulders.
“I made this mess. It’s not fair for you to clean it up.”
Rena raised her eyebrows. “Really? Isn’t that what you’re doing for me?”
He stopped short and stared at her. “That’s hardly the same thing.”
“You’re right.” She held out her hand for the broom. “What you’re doing for me—and my child—is much more important than sweeping up.” She grasped the top of the broom handle. “Please let me do my part. It’s difficult enough to be beholden to you. At least let me help.”
He released the broom. “I promise to do better. I’ve been a bit overwhelmed since Ann left. I didn’t realize how much work she did until she was gone.”
Rena swept dust from the corner behind the door. “Let me guess. You thought that because she owned a shop and spent her days in town she didn’t contribute much to the chores.” She opened the door and tossed the small rug from the entryway onto the porch. A cloud of dust rose up and blew away in the winter breeze.
“I’ll get the other rugs.” Scott rolled up the braided rug in front of the fireplace and added it to the one she’d tossed outside.
“I can do it. You need to see to the team and feed the animals. I’ll take care of the house.” She pulled back the curtain on the front window and realized, from the amount of dust and ash gathered on the sill, that it would take her several days to get the house thoroughly clean. “I won’t do it all today, but by the end of next week, things should be in good order.”
Scott brushed his hands together to remove the dust of the rug and immediately apologized when he saw it float to the floor she’d swept moments before.
Rena shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. Papa never has learned to brush his feet outside.”
“We’ll get it sorted out.” He looked at the room and then over his shoulder at the team and wagon. “I’ll take care of the outside chores and come back to help with supper.”
“That’s not necessary.” She tackled the dirt on the floor in front of the fireplace with the broom.
“I insist. We’ve both had quite a day, and I am accustomed to taking care of myself.”
She stopped and laughed. An honest, hearty laugh. “I can see that.” She opened her arms wide to indicate the room.
He smiled at her sarcasm. “It’s nice to see you laugh.” He closed the door, and she listened as his boots crossed the porch and descended the steps.
When she heard the wagon pull away from the house, she dropped onto the chair by the hearth. “What a mess you’ve gotten yourself into, Rena Livingston.” As the words left her lips, she realized she was Rena Braden now.
Nothing of her former self remained. Eugene Rodgers had left her with a child and taken everything else from her. Not even her father recognized who she had become.
Being secretly engaged to a man who’d traveled the country had been thrilling. At first. She’d gone from excitement to shame and finally to disbelief and dread when Eugene had left. Wallowing in self-pity hadn’t helped. She’d had no choice but to move forward. One day at a time. One step at a time.
Lord, give me strength.
She forced herself out of the chair and explored the house. By the time Scott returned, she had ham frying on the stove and the table cleaned and set for a modest supper.
Scott took off his hat and hung it on a peg by the door. “That smells nice.”
“It’s the best I could do for tonight.” She cracked eggs into a bowl and whisked them with a fork. “We’ll need to go into town for some supplies, unless you have an arrangement with a neighbor for milk and butter. It will make cooking easier.”
He hung his jacket by the hat. “No arrangement with the neighbors. I sold my cow to the Hendersons after Ann left. There wasn’t a need to keep her for one person. I do most of my eatin’ in town.”
She poured the eggs into the frying pan where the bacon drippings she’d found in a jar on a shelf above the stove sizzled. “I’ll need milk for cooking.” She cleared her throat, hating to ask for something else on a day when he’d done so much. “And for me to drink.”
He nodded. “For the baby?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll buy a cow tomorrow.”
Rena scooped the eggs onto plates and set them on the table. “It’s ready. I’m sorry there isn’t more to it.”
Scott joined her at the table. “Don’t apologize. It’s more than I’d have made for myself tonight.”
He sat opposite her and reached out a hand for prayer. Her father had always insisted that they hold hands while he blessed the food—even during the years she’d refused to attend services with him. This was different. Scott was a man of faith who practiced his beliefs in his home, but he was also her husband. Only in name, but still her husband.
Why then did she not want to reach across the table? She wouldn’t explore the possibility that it was a matter of trust. Her father had been her protector. Could she grow to trust Scott in time?
Scott wasn’t unfamiliar. He was often in her father’s home. But they didn’t interact more than the necessary pleasantries. She’d cooked the meals, and he’d sat across from her. The wide table had prevented them from holding hands while offering thanks for their food as he’d sat next to her father. The table here in his home was smaller. It was expected. And he waited.
She took a deep breath and dropped her hand into his. His grip was gentle, and his words sincere, as he offered thanks for their meal and for her efforts to prepare it. The next words stung her heart.
“And, Lord, please help us to make the best of this marriage. I know neither one of us saw it coming, but You take care of Your children. I’m asking You to take care of us. Amen.”
He released her hand and reached for the platter of ham.
She slid her hand to her lap. Heat spilled into her cheeks. No one had ever prayed for her except Momma and Papa.
Scott passed the ham to her. “I guess we need to talk about how we’re going to do this.”
Rena nodded and took the platter from him.
“You saw Ann’s room?” He pointed to the door in the front corner of the main room.
“I did. I took a few minutes to look around while you were in the barn.” She spooned eggs onto her plate. Her appetite hadn’t been much for the last few weeks. The baby needed her to eat, so she’d try again.
“I think it will serve you well. There’s enough space for a cradle.” He speared a bite of ham. “I hope you don’t think me too familiar to speak of such things.”
“No. There are things that must be done.” She pushed the eggs around on her plate. “Though the need for a cradle will be months away from now.”
“Can you tell me how long?” His lowered voice, and the fact that he kept his eyes on his plate let her know that he was possibly as uncomfortable with this topic as she was.
“The baby should arrive near the beginning of August.”
He looked up then. “I’ll get started on the cradle this month. I want to finish it before spring. There’ll be planting and such to do then.”
“I could see if Papa will buy one. It doesn’t seem right for you to have to build it.” It was her turn to look away. “I’m certain he’d be willing to buy the cow, too.”
“I won’t be needing any help taking care of you or the baby.” Scott set his fork down. “I know we made this decision quickly today, but be assured I considered everything I could think of before we were married. A man doesn’t let another man provide for his family.”
She’d hurt his feelings. His pride. “I meant no disrespect.”
He folded his napkin and slid his chair back. “None taken.” He took his dishes to the cabinet against the side wall of the cabin. He poured the water she had heated on the stove into the basin and slid in his dishes.
Rena jumped to her feet when she saw his intent. “I’ll do the dishes, Sheriff.” She tried to elbow him from in front of the basin.
He looked down at her, and she realized how close they were. Standing here, side by side, in their home was too familiar. She backed away and ran her palms down the front of the apron she’d found on a peg near the stove.
“Please let me do the washing up.” She wasn’t one to beg. It went against her nature. Nor was she one to accept charity. If she didn’t work, she’d feel like his actions toward her were borne of pity.
“Okay.” Scott dropped the cloth into the sudsy water and stepped back from the cabinet. “Do you think you could call me Scott? If we’re going to make this marriage appear real to the people in town, we’re gonna have to practice being nice to one another.”
“I’ll try.” She picked up the cloth and wiped the first dish. “There’s an awful lot of new things to adjust to.”
“We can do it. It’ll take time, but we’ll work it out.” He went to the back door. “I’ll bring in more wood while you do that. Then we can sit in front of the fire and finish our conversation.”
He was out the door in a swift motion. She could hear him splitting logs while she cleaned the kitchen. It seemed they had one trait in common. They busied themselves with work when they were uncomfortable.
The circumstances of the day would have them both busy for weeks to come. She was sure of it.
* * *
Scott lifted the latch and pushed the door, using one foot to open it wide enough to enter with the double armload of wood. Rena was drying the last plate when he entered the cabin.
“I’m afraid we’re in for a cold snap. The clouds gathering this evening look like they’re full of rain.” He leaned over the hearth and let the wood fall out of his arms. He added two logs to the fire and stacked the rest.
“I wish I’d thought to bring my quilts.” She shivered and wrapped her arms around her middle.
He moved the rocking chair close to the fire. “Sit here and warm up. I’ll find something for you to use tonight. We can go back to your father’s house tomorrow and gather the rest of your things.” He sat on the hearth and picked up a length of wood that he’d been whittling on for days. “Do you mind if I work while we talk?”
She shook her head. “No. I’ll be bringing my sewing with me. It’ll help to fill the evenings.”
“Ann and I would sit and work after supper most nights.” He held the wood up to the light of the fire and twisted it one way and another, deciding where to make his next cuts. “I miss her.”
“You must. Being your only family and all.” Rena set the rocker in motion. The hem of her dress puddled on the rug she’d beaten clean earlier. The toe of her shoe peeked out from beneath the fabric that swayed as she rocked.
“Martin Fleming is a good man. I knew when he and Ann met that I’d lose her to him.” He cut away a stubborn knot from the wood and tossed it into the fire.
“They seemed very happy.”
He agreed with a nod.
Silence fell in the room. She rocked, and he carved for several minutes. Then he saw her rub her arms again.
“I’ll be right back.” He put his wood on the hearth and his knife on the mantel. In his room, he opened the wardrobe and lifted the last sweater his mother had knitted for him. Underneath, he found the quilt she’d made when he was a boy. He tugged it out, returned the sweater to its place and closed the wardrobe.
Back in the main room, he laid the quilt on the hearth, careful to keep it away from sparks and ash. “I’ll warm this, and you can use it tonight.”
Rena stopped rocking and leaned close to inspect the quilt. “What a lovely pattern. Did Ann make it?”
“My mother did. Ann has one like it, but hers is pink and green. Our mother made them for us when we were children.” He picked up the knife and wood and returned to his place in front of the fire.
She reached out a hand and caressed the blue and brown starburst that formed the center of the quilt. “Are you sure you want me to use it? What about you?”
“I have another.” He didn’t want to talk to her about his mother. The woman who’d given everything she had to care for him and his sister. She’d worked odd jobs, taken in laundry, baked for others and anything else to put food on their table after their father had died.
His mother was the perfect picture of everything a mother should be. He wasn’t ready to share that with Rena. Not on the night he’d married her to give her child a name.
They were completely different women. His mother had been quiet and settled. Determined and strong.
Rena was almost never quiet and certainly not settled. Though he couldn’t deny her bravery at marrying a man she’d always kept at a distance to protect her unborn child.
He wouldn’t talk about his mother to her. Not now. Maybe not ever.
Scott put the wood aside and stood to pace behind the settee that separated the kitchen from the main part of the room. “So.” He ran a nervous hand through his hair and stepped in front of her chair. “What do you think we should establish as a sort of ground rules for what’s going on here.”
She had to crane her neck to see him, so he dropped onto the front edge of the settee and leaned toward her.
“Do you mean things like how to address one another? How to comport ourselves in public? That sort of thing?”
“Yes. We’ll have to appear friendly, or people won’t believe the child is ours.”
Her face turned pink. “Really, Sheriff, I don’t think we have to verbalize every detail.”
“Scott. You’re going to have to call me by my name.”
The color began to fade from her cheeks. “Scott.” The word was soft and seemed to come with great effort.
He answered her in kind. “Rena.” He rubbed his palms down the length of his thighs. He should not be sweating on a cold December night. “I promise to be respectful of you. Neither of us expected to be in this situation.”
“Thank you.” She avoided his gaze. “I’ll try to be friendly toward you.”
He chuckled. “You better be careful. If you start being too nice to me, people will start to think you don’t dislike me anymore.”
She jerked her head up. “Surely getting married will convince them otherwise.” She looked away and made him wonder if she was trying to cover her true feelings. “I never actually disliked you.”
“Really?” He leaned back. “Then why all those suppers where you didn’t say anything to me? You passed the food and spoke to your father, but it was clear that you were avoiding me.”
“Standoffish is probably the way I’d describe it. I guess I thought you dismissed me. That you didn’t like me as a person. So I didn’t want to waste my time or efforts by trying to build a friendship with you.” She shrugged one shoulder and stared into the fire. “I never meant to be unkind.”
“You were never unkind. But you weren’t friendly.”
“If you feel that way about me, why did you agree to this marriage?” Her eyes were open, honest. She was seeking the truth.
“I needed help here. And your father was right. A scandal now could cost him his position as mayor.”
“And you the job as sheriff? I heard that part of the conversation. Do you believe that? Could he be ousted as mayor because of what I’ve done?”
“People can be mean-spirited and unforgiving. It’s not right, but it happens.” He didn’t want to add the weight of blame to her.
“That’s so unfair.”
“It is. But we can’t worry about what might happen. We did the right thing, and now we move on. God isn’t so much concerned with where we’ve been but where we are.”
“And where are we?”
“We are at the beginning of an arrangement to benefit both of us, the child and your father. We need to make the best of it.”
“But you agree that we aren’t expecting more from me than someone to help you handle the chores here?”
“Yes. And you know that I’ll take care of the needs of you and the baby, but I’m not wanting anything like a real marriage out of this. I wasn’t looking for that with anyone. I don’t expect it from you.” Did she flinch? “I don’t mean that in an unkind way.”
“You’re merely stating the obvious.” She brushed her hands across her skirt and stood. “I think I’ll turn in. It’s been a long day, and there’s a lot to do tomorrow, if we’re going to get my things from town. I’ve got my work cut out for me here, too.”
She picked up the quilt and hugged it close. “Thank you for all you did today. I am grateful. I hope you know that.” The effort it took her to say the words was unmistakable.
He nodded. “I do.”
She closed the door to Ann’s room.
He leaned against the back of the settee with his arms crossed behind his head. What have I gotten myself into?
Lord, this didn’t surprise You, but it has thrown me like a wild horse. Help me land without getting hurt. Or hurting anyone else.
The fire crackled and settled. He added several logs to it and headed for bed. He had a feeling that tomorrow wouldn’t be the only long day in his future. He’d take them one at a time. Riding into Gran Colina with a new bride in the morning would be a challenge. Their sudden wedding would surely keep the town gossips busy for weeks to come. He hoped he and Rena could portray a convincing couple without making either of them uncomfortable.
Chapter Three (#u0789b8b7-a1fc-5ec8-af7e-31e46775ef59)
The smell of frying bacon woke Rena the next morning. Her stomach wrenched.
Please help me, Lord. How long is this going to go on? I don’t have time to be sick all day, every day. I know I don’t have a right to ask You for anything, but I’d sure appreciate a dose of mercy.
She slid her feet into her slippers and tied on her robe. She opened the door enough to see Scott at the stove with his back to her. She tiptoed across the floor of the main room and out the front door. The chilly air and damp ground were the only evidence of the rain she’d heard in the middle of the night. The sky was bright and clear.
A few minutes later, with one hand across her middle and the other holding her robe tight at the neck, she returned and hoped to make her way back to her room unnoticed.
“Oh, there you are.” Scott was walking away from the door to her room. He pointed at the table but stumbled backward a couple of steps as he took in her appearance. “I, uh, breakfast is ready.”
Rena made an effort to pull her robe tighter. She wasn’t accustomed to being in a man’s presence in such a state. There hadn’t been time to brush her hair or make herself presentable before she’d taken ill. Shame covered her again. Scott continued his backward motion until he was on the opposite side of the room from her.
“Thank you. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She dashed into her room and closed the door. Leaning against the cold wood, she vowed to avoid another instance of being caught in her nightclothes. Even if it meant she had to sleep in one of her dresses.
When she went back into the main room, Scott was taking his plate to the basin. “I thought we’d get an early start.” He didn’t look at her.
“That’s fine. Is there anything you need me to do before we go? Gather the eggs? Feed the chickens?”
“Nope. It’s all done.” He was at the door, donning his hat. “Have your breakfast while I hitch up the wagon.”
“I’ll be quick.” She watched him button his jacket. “But you’re going to have to let me help. Tomorrow morning I’ll follow you around and learn the chores.”
He lifted the door latch. “We’ll deal with tomorrow when it gets here.” He was out the door before she could respond.
The first part of the ride to town was silent. It wouldn’t do to arrive and face all the people they knew without having said a dozen words to each other.
“If you want to drop me off at my father’s house, I can pack this morning while you work.” She held her best reticule in her lap. The navy velvet fabric and black-trimmed bag felt fancy compared to her mood. She’d worn her Sunday best for the wedding. The reticule had completed her outfit, and she hadn’t thought to pack another one in her valise.
“Do you have a trunk?” Scott kept his eyes on the road.
“My mother’s. It should hold everything. I don’t have much. My clothes and sewing.” She bit her bottom lip. She wouldn’t tell him about the items she’d hidden in the bottom of the trunk for years. Things she thought a bride would need when she married. A fancy frame for a wedding photograph. A lace runner for the dresser she’d hoped to have in the room she’d share with the husband she’d dreamed of as a girl.
Eugene had turned that dream into a nightmare. The fancy things she’d collected had lost the joy she’d known when she’d bought them.
She would still bring them, but there was nothing in that trunk to turn this marriage into a happy event. No trinket or keepsake could polish the tarnish off her circumstances. Today she was married, but her problems were far from over.
Scott’s reply dragged her back to the moment at hand. “Good. I’ll leave you to it then. When you finish, come to my office. We’ll have lunch at the hotel before we go to the mercantile and purchase the things you’ll need for the house. Or, if you’d rather, you can give me a list. I’ll drop it off, and Mrs. Busby can gather everything up for you.”
“That’s probably for the best. It would save us time.” She twisted her gloved hands together. “We don’t have to go to lunch. I can make something at Papa’s or after we get home.”
He glanced at her. “What kind of husband would the folks of Gran Colina think me if I didn’t treat you to a nice meal after our wedding? We didn’t have time yesterday, but today they’ll be expecting me to treat you.”
“So you are thinking about how people are going to react to us.”
“I am. And so should you be. You’re going to have to talk to Charlotte. She’s not the kind to let you up and get married without giving her all the details.”
Rena gasped. “Oh no. I hadn’t thought of that. Giddiness and giggles will be on her mind.” She shook her head. “I won’t be able to do that.”
“I suggest you tell her that a married lady doesn’t discuss the things of marriage with anyone other than her husband. She’s mature enough to accept that.”
“She’s going to have questions. Lots of questions about when we started courting and why we didn’t tell anyone.”
“Hmm. It seems you’re going to have to be the most convincing. Men aren’t likely to ask me that sort of thing.” He squinted against the morning sun. “Tell her I’m not the kind to talk about such things. That I’m real private about matters of the heart.” He frowned.
Rena imagined there was more truth to his suggestion than he’d be willing to admit. After Louise’s marriage to Thomas Freeman, he hadn’t courted anyone that she knew of. Surely Louise’s betrayal had wounded him. “Thank you. That’s just the type of answer to keep her from pressing me.”
Scott slowed the wagon to cross the railroad tracks and headed through the center of town. The stationmaster lifted a hand as they drove by. “Morning, Sheriff. Mrs. Braden. Must say I’m a bit surprised to see the two of you back in town so soon after your wedding.”
Rena sensed Scott stiffen on the seat beside her. He nodded and answered, “Good morning.”
“Oh my. I think we’re going to be the object of more attention than I realized.” She straightened her back and held on to the rail on the side of the seat.
“Yes. Not much more interesting has happened in town in recent weeks.”
In the center of town, he steered the wagon to the right. One more left turn would find them at her father’s house. The home where she’d grown up with her father and mother.
How she wished her mother had been here to advise her. Her death had left Rena and Papa with memories of a wonderful woman and no one to guide Rena through her years of becoming a young lady. If her mother had lived, she felt certain she wouldn’t be in this situation. Momma would have known she was sneaking around with Eugene. Just like she’d known when Rena had broken the sugar bowl that had been in their family for two generations.
Momma had known so many things without being told. Could Rena ever hope to be that kind of mother? Doubt filled her again.
Scott stopped in front of the yellow clapboard house. He bounded to the ground and came to help her down. It was so uncomfortable. Living in town had meant she could walk almost everywhere she went. Climbing in and out of a wagon with a man’s assistance was something she’d have to get used to. Knowing the man was her husband caused a peculiar feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“Do you want to come inside and speak to Papa?” She turned to walk through the front gate of the low picket fence that separated the small yard from the dirt street.
“I’ll come in long enough for you to make your list.”
They entered the house and found her father in his study. The large desk he sat behind was one of Rena’s favorite pieces of furniture. She loved how Papa looked behind it. As a girl, she’d always thought him the most important man in town.
Knowing what he’d done yesterday to protect her reputation and the town’s future proved she was right.
“Good morning, Scott.” Papa rose to shake hands with Scott. He turned to Rena. “Hello, Rena.” The way he lowered his tone when he greeted her told of his ongoing sadness.
The sting of her heart was fresh. Never had he been cool or reserved with her. How she hated the pain she’d brought to him. The fracture of their relationship was her fault. And she found it unbearable. He’d been so pleased when she’d started attending services with him again. How she hated the disappointment he must feel at realizing how desperate her need for God was.
“I’ve come to get my things.”
Papa nodded but didn’t speak.
Scott had his hat in his hand. “Oscar, I’d like to speak to you about a matter of town business if you have a few minutes.”
“Certainly.” Papa returned to his chair.
Rena looked at the two of them. Scott lowered his tall frame into a wooden chair opposite her father. They settled in for a conversation as they had done many times over the last couple of years. The likelihood of her being the topic of today’s business was undeniable. “I’m going into the kitchen to make that list, Scott.”
“Fine. I’ll be here when you’ve finished.” He didn’t even turn to look at her. As she closed the door, he said, “I think there are some things we can do that will help—” The heavy door kept her from hearing anything else he said.
At the table in the kitchen, she made a list of all she could imagine she’d need for a week of cooking and cleaning. It took longer than she imagined. She racked her brain for things she remembered Scott commenting on that she’d cooked in the past. Those items went on the top of the list.
She was almost done when she heard the door to the study open.
“Thank you for taking care of that for me, Scott.” Her father’s voice carried down the long hallway and into the kitchen.
“You’re welcome, sir. We’re in this together. That’s the only way for it to succeed.”
Her father closed the study door. As she listened to Scott’s boots on the wooden floor, she wished she hadn’t caused them both so much work and worry.
Scott came into the kitchen. “Do you have the list?”
She stood and handed him the paper. “If it’s too much, let me know. I can pare it down.”
He read the list. A few lines down the page he smiled and gave an approving sound and a nod. “This is fine.” He tucked the paper into the pocket of his pants. “Is there anything you need from me before I leave? Do I need to get the trunk out of the attic?”
“No. It’s in my room.”
“Okay. I’ll be working then. You come when you’re done.”
“It won’t take too long. I may try to see Charlotte if I finish before it’s time to eat.”
Scott nodded and left her to her work.
She pulled her apron from its hook by the back door and draped it over one arm. In the hall, she ran her hand along the edge of the frame on the table near the bottom of the stairs. It was her favorite photograph of her mother.
Everything was spinning around in her head. She was leaving this house today. Her best friend would be strained by a refusal to discuss her sudden marriage. That action could cause her to lose Charlotte’s trust. Was there no end to the consequences of one choice made months ago without thought for the future?
In the room she’d lived in all of her life, Rena opened her mother’s trunk and put the apron inside. She opened the bureau drawers and took out the things that would make her new house a home. Tears trickled down her cheeks, and she dashed them away.
This was the only choice she’d had. Her baby required a home and father. Papa and Scott had made that happen. Rena wouldn’t mourn that choice. There had been no other course of action.
Next she tucked the dresses that hung in her wardrobe into the trunk with care. She pressed the pillow from her bed on top of the dresses and lowered the lid of the chest. Her shoes were put in a crate that she lined with a length of fabric. She pulled the quilt from her bed and folded it.
Standing in the center of the room, she wondered if Papa would mind if she took the washstand. It had been her mother’s. The blue flowers painted on the white basin and pitcher were as delicate as she remembered her mother to be.
A knock sounded on the bedroom door. She opened it to find her father.
“May I come in?”
“Of course.” She stepped aside. “I was just finishing up here.”
Papa looked around the room. “I’m not sure what I’ll do with myself now that you’re grown and married. I’ll miss our talks after supper. And reading the Bible together at night.” He turned to her. “It’s done my heart good to read with you these last few weeks. Your momma would want you to have this.” He put her mother’s Bible in her hand. “Promise me you’ll keep reading it.”
“I will, Papa.” Her breath caught. He might be upset with her, but his love was still there.
“And come see me. Come here or to my office when you’re in town.” His voice cracked a bit on the last words.
Rena flung herself into his arms. “Oh, Papa! I’m so sorry I’ve made a mess of things. Please forgive me.” She sobbed against his chest.
“Hush, child. You’re forgiven.” He patted her back. “I know you’ve chosen a difficult path for your life, but God loves you. And so do I.” He made soft sounds of comfort in her ear. “Perhaps in time, Scott will grow to love you, too. You must give him time.”
“I don’t see how he could ever want me for his wife. No man could.” She sniffed and pulled a handkerchief from the pocket of her skirt as she backed away from him. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust again. I feel so betrayed.”
Her father tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “He already took you as his wife, Rena. Be fair to him. He’s done a great thing for our family. And he’s a good man.”
“I’ll treat him with respect.”
“That’s a good place to start.” He pulled his watch from his vest pocket. “I have a meeting in a few minutes. Is Scott coming back here now?”
“We’re going to lunch before we come for my things.”
“How nice for you.” He gave a final perusal of the room.
“Papa, may I take the washstand with me?”
He turned to the corner of the room. “That was a gift from me to your mother on our first anniversary.” He smiled. “I remember how pleased she was to be surprised.” He nodded at her. “I think she would want you to have it.”
“Thank you, Papa.” She gave him another hug. “Not just for the gift, but for everything. You are a wise man. I am grateful for your help. Pray that I’ll be able to live up to the demands of running a homestead and being a mother.”
“I will.” He left her standing there in the room that no longer felt like home.
Her things were ready to be taken away. The childhood she’d lived here was over, and a new life waited for her in the sheriff’s office on the other side of town. It was time to go.
* * *
Scott couldn’t concentrate. The words on the papers on his desk swam in front of him like ants crawling on a pie at a picnic.
Married. He was married.
And not for any reason he’d have chosen.
He shook his head and straightened the papers on his desk into small stacks. On top was a list he’d made during the course of the morning. Every time he thought of something he needed for the homestead or Rena, he jotted it on the small piece of paper.
A ring. Rena didn’t have a wedding ring. He could get her one soon. They hadn’t discussed it. Perhaps it was something she didn’t think she should ask about, but he knew giving her one was the right thing to do.
The tip of the pencil broke, and he pulled out his knife to sharpen it.
The door opened, and Cyrus Busby from the mercantile came in. “I got that order ready for you.”
Scott pushed the knife blade across the pencil again and nicked his thumb. “Ouch!” He dropped the knife and put the pad of his thumb to his lips. With the other hand he added the ring to his list.
“Thanks, Cyrus. I appreciate that. We’ll be by your place this afternoon to pick it up.” He folded the list and put it in his pocket.
The door opened again, and Rena entered the office. “I’ve finished—” She stopped short when she saw Cyrus. “Oh, hello, Mr. Busby.”
Cyrus nodded. “Mrs. Braden.”
Rena’s cheeks filled with pink at the words.
Scott didn’t like seeing her uncomfortable. “Thanks again, Cyrus. We’ll come by later.”
Cyrus made a motion like he would leave, but he stopped with his hand on the door. “You know, I never noticed the two of you showing much interest in one another. Don’t seem like you were even courting, and now you’re married.”
Scott moved from behind his desk and came to stand beside Rena. He put his arm around her shoulders and felt her stiffen at his touch. A glance at her face showed her determination to protect their privacy.
He spoke to the mercantile owner. “Sometimes these notions come on a man sudden like.”
Cyrus rubbed a hand across the stubble on the side of his round face. “Sudden like, huh?”
“Yes.” Scott wanted to laugh at the man’s puzzled expression, but that would ruin the effect. “If you’ll excuse us, I promised my wife lunch over at the hotel.”
“Sure.” Cyrus went out the door slowly.
Rena stepped away from Scott as soon as Cyrus left. “Was that necessary?”
Scott chuckled. “I have probably just made short work of an explanation to the townsfolk for our sudden marriage.” He pushed his hat on and opened the door for her. “With Cyrus’s need to know and share everything he learns about anyone’s business, I dare say most of Gran Colina will be talking about our whirlwind romance over their evening meals tonight.”
“Oh, I see.” The sadness that had shrouded her features at the homestead lifted just a bit. “You are right. I only hope Charlotte is as easy to convince. I just finished packing my things and haven’t had a chance to see her yet.”
“I imagine she’ll be in the restaurant when we go. You can tell her then.”
At Green’s Grand Hotel, Charlotte was indeed working. She showed them to a table by the window and promised to return for a chat as soon as she’d helped to serve the lunch crowd.
Rena ate the special with more enthusiasm than he’d seen from her in the last two days.
“Are dumplings a favorite of yours?” He cut into his steak and took a bite.
She dabbed the corners of her mouth with a fancy napkin. “Yes. Charlotte’s mother is an amazing cook.”
He lowered his voice. “I’m glad to see your appetite restored.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
“Did you have an opportunity to speak with your father?”
“Yes. We had a good talk.”
She cleared her throat, so he decided to change the subject. “I want to stop at the livery and see if Russell Henderson knows anyone who has a cow for sale.”
Rena buttered a slice of bread. “Are you certain you won’t let me ask Papa about that? I’m sure he’d be glad to help with the expenses you’ll be burdened with on my account. You could think of it like a dowry of sorts.”
“I will provide what we need. You know me well enough to know that I speak my mind.” He lifted his glass of tea. “And that I rarely change it once I’ve made it up.”
“I do.”
Charlotte came to the table. “It’s been so busy today.” She rested a hand on Rena’s shoulder. “But I have time for you to tell me all about how you managed to get married without any clue of your courtship to me—your dearest friend in the world.” Charlotte put both hands just below her throat and pressed. “Why, I may never get over the hurt.” Her wink at Rena revealed her teasing nature.
“Charlotte!” Mrs. Green’s voice came from the open kitchen door. “I need your help.”
“Oh well. Maybe I’ll get a minute soon. Enjoy your lunch.” Charlotte waved her fingers and rushed to help her mother.
“Seems as though Charlotte isn’t opposed to our arrangement.”
Rena folded her napkin and took a drink of her tea. “It’s not in her nature to think poorly of anyone. She always looks for the best and believes it. Sometimes even after she’s learned otherwise.”
The next few minutes seemed like an hour. He ate his steak, but it wasn’t as satisfying as the last time he’d eaten at the hotel. No doubt, his appetite was as affected as Rena’s had been by the changes in their lives. But he wasn’t about to leave a good steak on the plate, even if she did sit in silence with her mind on unknown thoughts.
Charlotte came back to the table as he finished his meal. She carried two small plates and put them on the table in a flourish. “Tea cakes. Mother sends her blessings and congratulations on your marriage. She also apologizes for being so busy. She’ll try to stop by your table if she can.”
A smile crossed Rena’s face. “How very kind. Thank her for me.”
“I will.” Charlotte indicated an empty chair. “May I?”
“Certainly.”
Charlotte sat and rested her elbows on the table. “Tell me everything.” Her wide eyes made Scott know he didn’t want to be at the table for this conversation.
“Rena, I’m going back to the office. You enjoy your visit with Charlotte.” He pushed his chair back and stood.
“Please don’t leave on my account,” Charlotte said.
“You ladies have your talk. I’ve got work to do.” He dropped a hand on Rena’s shoulder. “Come to my office when you’re done.” Again he felt her tense at his touch. He hated to add to her discomfort, but he didn’t intend his wife to be the subject of gossip when her pregnancy became obvious. It was best he show her the kind of attention a husband would be expected to show to prevent undue attention from others later.
He pulled money from his pocket and gave it to Rena. “Settle the bill for us, please.” He picked up a tea cake and took a bite. He lifted it in salute to thank Charlotte and headed for the door.
He had his hand on the door when Charlotte’s father called to him.
“Sheriff, can I trouble you for a minute?”
Scott ate the rest of his cookie as he walked to the registration desk. “Afternoon, Charles. What can I do for you?”
“Well, I hate to say anything, but I think I should, seeing how close my Charlotte is to your wife. And her being the mayor’s daughter and all.”
The hair stood up on the back of Scott’s neck. Had their plan already been discovered? “If you have knowledge of something I need to know, I’d be grateful if you’d share.” He kept his voice calm but braced himself for what might be coming next.
“I was in the post office a few minutes ago. Cyrus Busby was in there, too. He was asking Miss Alexander if she’d had any inkling of your romancing Miss Livingston before yesterday.”
He’d have to answer carefully. It was one thing for Cyrus to spread the news that they had a whirlwind romance. It was another thing entirely for him to question whether there was a romance. “He asked me the same thing in my office just before lunch. You know he’s always looking for something to talk about.”
Charles chuckled. “Like a woman on a wagon train.”
Scott laughed. “I told him our relationship was sudden. You know how we men are. Once we make up our mind about a thing, there’s no need to dally over it.”
“That’s true. Just the same, I think you should know what was said.” Charles looked around and lowered his voice. “Miss Alexander said that Jack Jefferson asked her about the two of you this morning. He seemed to be hinting that there was some unknown reason for your sudden nuptials. He told her that one day he’d prove to Gran Colina that you and the mayor weren’t the best leaders for our town. He said to watch what happened in the election. She didn’t like the sound of it and told Cyrus as much.”
“Jack Jefferson has been on the hunt for a reason to discredit me since I took his nephew’s job. Never mind that Gilbert never lifted a hand to slow the tide of crime in Gran Colina.” Scott didn’t like the sound of this gossip. Not one bit. “Thanks for letting me know. I suggest you ignore Jefferson. Just like I have to on almost everything.”
Charles nodded. “Thanks for bringing your missus here for lunch. I expect we won’t be seeing as much of you now that you’ll have someone at home to cook for you.”
“Rena is a fine cook, that’s for sure and certain.” He slapped the counter with his palm. “I’ll try to stop in for lunch sometimes.”
As he stepped onto the sidewalk, he noticed Jack Jefferson coming out of the bank with Thomas Freeman. The two men were often together. Jefferson owned the largest ranch in the county. He was probably the biggest depositor at Freeman’s bank.
When Jefferson saw Scott, his usual sneer became a twisted grin. Nothing Jack Jefferson wanted for Gran Colina was good for the town. And he seemed determined to fight Scott and the mayor at every turn.
Scott would pray for the man again tonight. Prayer was the thing that kept him from allowing anger to build up inside and turn him to the same kind of bitter person that Jack Jefferson had become. Prayer had brought him through his broken engagement to Louise. He knew it would bring him through the coming election and help him to build a solid, if not loving, marriage with Rena.
His personal values made Scott want to live a good life, but now he must take extra care to remain above reproach. Or marrying Rena would only serve to provide him with a cook and a housekeeper. Something he wouldn’t need if Jefferson found out the truth and used it to destroy Rena’s reputation, ultimately costing him and the mayor their jobs.
With the election set for April, whatever Jack Jefferson had planned would soon come to light.
Chapter Four (#u0789b8b7-a1fc-5ec8-af7e-31e46775ef59)
Rena picked up a tea cake. “I love these. I wish your mother would share the recipe.”
Charlotte laughed. “You know how she guards her recipes. She’s only shared them with me because she needs my help in the kitchen. I had to promise never to breathe a word of any of the ingredients before she would let me see her recipe box.”
“They are delicious.” Rena finished off the tea cake, but she knew Charlotte would not be hindered in her pursuit of the story of how Rena and Scott came to be together.
“You have to tell me all about how you got married.” Charlotte leaned forward in her chair. “I can’t believe you kept this from me for so long. Or was it that long?” Her eyebrows lifted in a teasing fashion.
“I will tell you that it was very sudden, but Scott is private about these things. He wouldn’t be comfortable with me talking about it.”
“But I’m your best friend, and you used to tell me everything.” Charlotte’s lighthearted voice let Rena know she wouldn’t push for answers.
“You are a dear friend, Charlotte.”
Charlotte leaned close and lowered her voice. “You won’t tell me just a little bit?”
Rena shook her head. “I guess it’s part of growing up. There comes a time when there are things you just can’t share.” She smiled and patted her friend’s hand. “I’ve learned that over the last few months.”
“Promise me this won’t be the end of our sharing.”
“Of course not, we’ll always be close.”
“I am very happy for you.” She looked around the room and back at Rena. “But I must confess that I’m jealous. In a good way. My mother will never let me court anyone who catches my fancy.”
Rena loved her friend and hoped that she would never know the depth of pain Rena had endured over the last two months. “Your mother is only protecting you. Remember the time you thought you were in love with Nathan Taylor? You thought he was so handsome.” They both dissolved into giggles.
Charlotte tried to catch her breath. “I can’t believe that boy put a frog on my head, and then thought I’d want to eat my lunch with him.”
“And you had to endure his teasing until the day he moved away.”
“Five years later! I’ve never been happier to see someone leave town. But I was right about one thing. He was handsome.” Charlotte grew serious. “You’re right though. Momma was looking out for me. She still does.”
“You are blessed to have a mother who loves you so.”
The agreement on Charlotte’s face was sincere. “You’re right.” She giggled. “My pa could’ve married a mean old lady after my mother died. I’m so glad he married Momma instead.”
“God will bring you the right person in His time. Be patient and prayerful. I promise you’ll never be sorry if you wait on the person God has for you.” If only someone had given her that advice. In truth, Rena knew her stubbornness would have prevented her from listening. How she wished she had never met Eugene Rodgers.
The smile on Charlotte’s face let Rena know that her friend had no inkling of the true situation Rena was in. “Well, I hope He doesn’t wait too long. I’m three months older than you, and you’re already married.”
Rena spent a few more minutes with her friend, and then made her way to Scott’s office. When she climbed the steps, she could hear Jack Jefferson’s raised voice carrying through the closed door.
“I don’t know what’s going on here, Braden, but I’ll get to the bottom of it. You act all high-and-mighty, but this town was better off before the likes of you came.”
Rena reached for the door, but it flew open, and Jack Jefferson stormed out. She stumbled backward.
Scott was right behind the man and caught her elbows in his strong hands. He helped her gain her balance. “Are you hurt?”
“No, just startled.” Rena took a step away from him. He was too close.
“Jefferson, you’d be wise to calm down and take care. I won’t let you bring harm to my wife or anyone else in this town.”
Jack Jefferson’s only acknowledgment of his words was a raised hand flung outward in indifference.
“I heard him as I came up the steps.” Rena stared after the man. She lowered her voice. “Was he here because of me?”
“You know Jefferson well enough to know that he doesn’t need a reason for anything he does. He’s motivated by the anger that rules his heart.”
She lowered her gaze to his boots. They needed a good brushing, and his pants could do with a good laundering. She had a lot of work to do. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” He pushed open the door to the office and held it for her to enter. “Will you come sit by the stove and let me finish some work? I won’t be long.”
Rena sat in a chair on the opposite side of his desk and looked around at the worn furnishings while he made notes in a journal. The two cells on the back wall were empty. The afternoon light spilled into the room through the small barred windows on the back wall.
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
He shook his head and held up one finger but did not look up from his work. The pencil in his hand flew across the page in short, deliberate strokes. At the end of the page, he made a forceful dot and swirled the tip of the pencil in a quick signature. “All done.” He closed the journal and locked it in the drawer of his desk. “Let’s go by the livery and get your cow.” He grabbed his hat from the peg near the front window and pushed it onto his head. “I stopped in earlier and Henderson had one for sale.”
“That’s welcome news.” Rena stepped onto the porch and waited while he locked the door. “Is there anything else we need to do while we’re in town?”
“No. We can pick up your trunk first, and then we’ll get the cow on our way out of town.”
The afternoon sun was deep in the sky when they turned down the lane toward their cabin. Everything she would bring from her past into her future was in the trunk that sat in the bed of the wagon. Scott had removed the cow’s bell and tied her so she’d follow along behind them.
“How are you feeling?” Scott glanced at her as she looked behind them to check on the cow.
“Tired. It’s been another long day.” She didn’t want to complain, but the fatigue was like none she’d ever known.
He pulled the wagon in front of the porch and set the brake. She moved to the edge of the seat. “Wait, and I’ll help you down.”
“Thank you.” She put her hand in his and stepped cautiously out of the wagon. “I’ll figure out a way to do that by myself soon.”
“No need.” He picked up the cowbell and reattached it to the cow’s harness. “If you don’t mind, I’ll take care of the animals and bring your trunk in later.”
“I’ll come along, and you can teach me to milk her.”
He untied the cow from the wagon and stood holding the end of the rope. He studied her with his head tilted to one side. “Okay. You might want to change your clothes first.”
She looked down at her cream-colored coat. “My other clothes are in the trunk.”
Scott chuckled. “Let me get this girl settled in the barn, and I’ll drag your trunk into the cabin.”
“Thank you.” Rena went into her new home and tugged off her coat and gloves. She laid them across her bed and removed her hat.
She went to stand in front of the mirror that must have been Ann’s. “The learning of new ways starts now, ma’am.” She smoothed the front of her skirt. Her palms stopped in her middle, and her thoughts turned to the child growing inside her. “God, help me. There’s so much to learn.”
The sound of her trunk scrubbing across the porch caught her attention. She hurried into the front room and opened the door. She turned the rug at her feet sideways.
“If you can drag it onto the rug, it should slide across the floor easier.”
Scott dragged the trunk onto the rug and dropped the end he carried with a thud. He straightened and brushed his hands together. “Good idea. I’d forgotten how strong a man has to be to move a woman’s things.”
“At least you had help when Ann moved out. I’m sorry I can’t help you.” She hated that he had to do everything himself.
He looked at her. “You don’t need to feel like that. I’ve known you for a while. I know you’re not shy of work and that you’re hindered by your—” he hesitated “—circumstances.”
“Thank you for saying that.” She stepped out of his way. “If you can get that into my room, I’ll change quickly and meet you in the barn.”
She hadn’t grown accustomed to acknowledging her pregnancy to herself, so it was awkward to hear him speak of her condition. An appreciation for his concern bored a hole in the wall around her heart.
* * *
Scott had unhitched the team and fed them. He was in front of the barn, washing the milk bucket when Rena came out of the cabin. She was a beautiful young woman, but the deep sadness in her soul was unveiled when they were alone.
Lord, please help her. I don’t know the best way to help her, but I’ll do what I can.
“You don’t have to learn this tonight. You can start supper, and I’ll bring in the milk.” He turned the bucket upside down and shook out the rinse water.
She was tying her hair in a ribbon as she walked across the yard. “The more I learn now the better off I’ll be.”
“Okay. Do you want me to show you how first, or do you want to get right to it and learn on your own?”
Rena followed him into the barn, and they stood in front of the cow’s stall. She squared her shoulders. “That depends. Are you a good teacher?”
He added hay to the trough, and the cow began to eat. “Can’t say as I’ve had much experience teaching someone to milk a cow.” He chuckled at the thought. “Are you suggesting that if you have trouble learning it will be because of my way of teaching?”
“You tell me what to do.” She walked beside the cow and patted her side. “Good girl. You be a good girl, and I’ll be gentle.” She kept one hand on the cow while she pulled the milking stool closer with the toe of her shoe. Then she lowered herself to the stool. “Okay, girl.” She rubbed her hands together to warm them and reached out to milk the cow.
“It doesn’t look to me like you need a teacher.”
“I remember reading a storybook in school. The little boy in the story tried to milk the cow with cold hands and was very sorry.”
“Then I think you’re a better student than I would be a teacher.” He was about to leave her to her task, when the cow bellowed.
“Whoa, girl.” Rena’s soft voice held a soothing quality. “I’m sorry.” She rubbed her hands together again and, this time, succeeded in getting milk into the bucket.
“I’ll leave you to your work.” He backed out of the stall and went to feed the other animals.
A few minutes later, he saw her carrying the bucket toward the cabin. He smiled and shook his head. If she was that determined in everything she faced, she’d have no problems adjusting to life on a homestead.
A breeze swirled between where he stood at the gate of the corral and the cabin. It lifted the ribbon that held Rena’s hair in place and tossed it across her face. She pulled it back with her free hand and kept moving. Even while lugging a bucket of fresh milk she looked calm and in control. He knew it wasn’t true. Nothing in the last two days had happened the way either of them had planned. He knew in his heart that she’d never have married him for any other reason.
He remembered his mother’s love for him. How she’d taught him to milk a cow and brush a horse. He’d learned so much from her. Things that got him through every day of his life as an adult.
Things Rena had never had to do. She’d surprised him with how well she’d handled the cow, but if she was going to survive on this homestead, she’d need other lessons. He knew his mother would want him to teach her.
Scott pulled the barn door closed and headed for the cabin. It probably wouldn’t happen quickly, but he’d start tonight.
He unloaded the wagon and carried their supplies into the cabin while Rena cooked.
“Where do you want this?” He carried the stand for her bowl and pitcher.
She looked up from the pot of beans she stirred. “I’d like it in the corner by the window if it will fit.”
“Okay.” He pushed the door of her room open with his boot. “Over here?” He called over his shoulder and was startled when she spoke from right behind him.
“There.” She pointed to her preferred spot. “And could you push the trunk a little bit to the right?”
He put the stand where she directed, and then shoved the trunk over. “Anything else?”
“Well, since you asked, could you move the bed to that wall?” She looked a little sheepish. “The morning sun warms that part of the room.”
“It does?” He nodded and pulled the bed frame to its new location.
“That’s perfect.” She looked around the room, and her gaze stopped on the trunk.
His sister had rearranged the furniture in the front room several times before she’d decided the first way he’d set it was the best. Pulling heavy things from one side of the room to another wasn’t new to him. “What is it?” He followed her eyes. “Oh, now the trunk needs to be where the bed was before?”
Her mouth dropped open. “Yes! How did you know?” She scooted out of his way. “And the mirror should be over here.”
He straightened from moving the trunk and made a show of sniffing the air. “Are the beans sticking in the pot?”
“Oh no!” She dashed by him on her way to the stove. “I completely forgot about supper.”
Scott laughed and moved the mirror.
When he went back into the front room, she was pouring the beans into a bowl. “Only the ones on the bottom were scorched.” She filled two cups with fresh milk and set them on the table.
“You did well with the cow.” He sat on the hearth and tugged off his boots.
“Thank you.” She put a plate of fried sausage on the table. “I know everything won’t be as easy to conquer as that was, but I’m glad to be making progress.”
“Have you ever lit a fire?”
Her back was to him as she pulled plates from the shelf on the far wall. “Papa always lit the fires at home.” She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “He said it was man’s work.”
“He did, did he?” Scott was glad she had moments where she relaxed enough to tease him. She had often teased her father when Scott had occasion to be in their home. He’d enjoyed watching their easy relationship, even though she’d never made any effort to build a friendship with him.
“Said he’d never let Momma light a fire. Didn’t want her to get the soot on her clothes.”
“Is that so?” He chuckled and pulled a match from the cast-iron holder on the wall by the fireplace. “Well, your mother didn’t live out on a homestead. Town ladies have a different kind of life.”
She put the plates on the table. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that you’ve got a lot to learn about homesteading, and I think we need to start with the basics. You’re good with a stove, but during the winter the fireplace will need to be kept lit while we’re home. You’ll be here during the day while I’m in town taking care of my work as sheriff.”
“You could light the fire in the morning before you go.” She stood on the far side of the table.
“And what if some night I’m kept in town on business? You could wake in the morning to find the fire out. Can’t have you and the little one freezing in the cabin while I’m all cozy in my office with a fire in the stove.”
“You mean to leave me here alone with a new baby and stay out overnight?” When had their light banter turned to fear in her?
He took a step toward her. “No, Rena. I was only teasing you with the possibility that I might be caught away overnight. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
She rubbed her hands up and down her arms as if she was cold. “I’m not frightened.”
“Rena, I truly am sorry that the thought of being here alone isn’t the same as the safety you felt in town in your pa’s house.” Scott looked at her. “Life on a homestead isn’t like living in town. You’re going to need to learn to tend the fire. I’ll teach you to shoot, so you can protect yourself and the little one.” He didn’t mean to do it, but his eyes dropped to her midsection. “I’ll pray you never need to shoot anyone or anything. But it is important for you to know how.”
She shuddered, and he came to stand in front of her. “Don’t worry. You’re a brave person.” Before he thought about what he was doing, he pulled her into his arms and held her against his chest. “You’ll conquer the skills you need in no time.”
Rena relaxed against him for a moment, and then bolted out of his embrace. “I’m not going to worry.” She must have been dredged up the resolve in her eyes from the depths of her soul. It hadn’t been there when he’d reached out to comfort her. She plucked the match from his hand and went to the fireplace. In no time at all the flames began to lick up the kindling. She tossed the match into the fire and spun around. “Don’t think that my life in town kept me from basic skills. I may have been a bit pampered as the mayor’s daughter, but I’m an independent woman who can take care of herself, too.” She lifted her cute nose up in the air just a fraction and grinned. She was trying to make him laugh and not focus on the fear she had shown.
He made a sweeping gesture and bowed in her direction. “I will remember your ability the next time I’m tempted to help you.”
Her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly at his poor choice of words. He hoped she didn’t think he regretted helping her—or that he wouldn’t want to help her in the future.
“Good.” She crossed to the table. “Let’s eat before these burned beans get cold.”
Scott followed her lead and kept the conversation on easy matters for the rest of the evening. Only when he plumped up his pillow and settled into bed did he allow himself to think about her reaction.
Their lighthearted banter had been pleasant. He’d even enjoyed it. More than he’d thought he might. But in an instant Rena had become vulnerable. Her usual flighty and fun personality had been swallowed up in her pregnancy and abandonment.
Eugene Rodgers had stolen a lot from Rena last fall. Scott knew he couldn’t restore her to the happy and carefree young lady she’d been before, but he was beginning to hope he could at least alleviate some of her pain.
Chapter Five (#u0789b8b7-a1fc-5ec8-af7e-31e46775ef59)
A warm glow on the horizon promised a beautiful sunrise when Rena looked through her bedroom window the next morning. She turned to the mirror in its new location in the corner of the room. Her sturdy skirt and blouse were just right for gathering eggs and feeding chickens. She tied her hair in a length of ribbon and went into the front room.
Scott stood at the stove and poured a cup of coffee. “Would you like a cup?”
She nodded. “How are you awake before me?”
A crowing sounded in the yard. “That rooster has been waking me up every day since Ann brought him home. He seems to hate me.”
She accepted the coffee he offered. “Thank you. I have a feeling that rooster doesn’t have anything to do with it. You probably woke him.”
“Not the rooster.” Scott handed her a plate loaded with eggs and toast. “I woke the chickens. I’m an early riser. It’s the only way I can get all my work done.” He joined her at the table.
Rena waited while he blessed their food and then added honey to her toast. “I’m ready for you to teach me the things I can do to help with the workload.”
“You can milk the cow again.” His dark navy shirt made the blue in his eyes stand out. The scruff on his chin was darker than usual. He probably hadn’t had time to shave since the wedding.
The wedding. Had it only been two days earlier? How were they holding casual conversations about chores and animals when they were newly married? There was something very sad about the realization that she’d never know the joy of the first days of a marriage of true love. She must not think about his blue eyes and love. “We need to name the cow.”
He picked up his coffee. “The cow’s name is Bertie.”
“Bertie?” She nodded. “It suits her.”
“Henderson told me she belonged to a family who left last week to head back East. Life here was too much for the wife. They sold their cattle to Jack Jefferson and let their milk cow and horses go for a low price to the livery. Told Henderson to sell them and use the money to pay for their feed.”
“How sad to give up their hope of a new life and have to parcel it out to others on their way out of town.” She pondered her new life. It wouldn’t be easy, but she was committed to it.
Lord, give me strength. I’m sure there are hard times ahead that I haven’t considered. Help me not to fail you or my child again.
“It is, but they had somewhere to go. Somewhere they wanted to be.” He stared out the window as he spoke. “That counts for something.” With those words, he scraped his chair backward and picked up his empty plate.
“Put that in the basin, and I’ll wash up after the morning chores.” Rena scooped the last bit of eggs onto her fork.
“Come to the barn when you finish. We’ll start there.”
The morning was full of new things. First she learned what feed was for which animals and how often they ate. Then Scott showed her how to move the horses and cow into the corral for the day. They hauled water from the well to the troughs in the corral, the pig pen and the hen house. The cool morning warmed as the sun climbed in the winter sky.
“I know I insisted that you teach me how to care for all the animals, in case I ever have to do the morning chores alone, but—” Rena wiped her forehead with her sleeve “—what would you say to sharing some of the water we’re hauling for the animals with the homesteaders?”
He laughed. “There’s a dipper hanging on the well.”
She drank deeply and sank onto a bench near the corral fence. Scott drank two dippers of the cool water and sat beside her. He lifted his hat and wiped his face with a kerchief.
“That makes for a busy morning.” The amount of work they’d done surprised her. Every day the same list of chores needed to be done. Rain or shine.
“You get used to it.” He leaned against the fence post behind him.
“How did you manage on your own?”
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О книге: Suddenly a FamilyAfter Rena Livingston′s secret fiancé leaves her pregnant and unwed, her mayor father insists upon a marriage of convenience to Sheriff Scott Braden. Though his motivations are as much about protecting his political career as her reputation, Rena is grateful the standoffish sheriff agrees to the arrangement. At least her child will grow up without the burden of her shame…Scott believed his one chance at love fled with his ex-fiancée, but caring for Rena and her unborn baby exposes a vulnerability he vowed he′d never allow again. When the upcoming election stirs nasty gossip, though, Scott must choose between his commitment to the town and his growing love for Rena and the baby.