Conveniently Wed
Conveniently Wed
Angel Moore
Husband by NecessityTo save her family's homestead Daisy Mosley will do whatever it takes, even if it means marrying a rugged cowboy who thinks he knows best. But though the widowed mother of two takes Tucker Barlow into her home as her husband, she isn't ready to welcome him into her heart.Tucker knows his marriage to Daisy is about convenience, not love. But after years of hiding his feelings for his childhood friend, he wants to shower her with affection and favor her twin sons with the fatherly attention he'd missed. Can he show Daisy that he is more than just a practical groom–he is a man worthy of her love?
Husband by Necessity
To save her family’s homestead Daisy Mosley will do whatever it takes, even if it means marrying a rugged cowboy who thinks he knows best. But though the widowed mother of two takes Tucker Barlow into her home as her husband, she isn’t ready to welcome him into her heart.
Tucker knows his marriage to Daisy is about convenience, not love. But after years of hiding his feelings for his childhood friend, he wants to shower her with affection and favor her twin sons with the fatherly attention he’d missed. Can he show Daisy that he is more than just a practical groom—he is a man worthy of her love?
Marrying Daisy was supposed to alleviate his loneliness, not confuse him.
He gained a sense of accomplishment when he helped her or the twins do something. Just being on the property to protect them brought him peace. More than once last night he’d looked out the barn door and checked to be certain everything was as it should be at the cabin. It was his duty as her friend.
But watching Daisy cry tugged at the edges of his hardened heart. Tucker was trying to be patient and not make her uncomfortable, but he wasn’t accustomed to a woman’s tears. It was a hard thing to watch without offering comfort. Yet she rejected his attempt to comfort her when he touched her shoulders. He’d need to remember not to do that again.
His heart broke for her over all her suffering. At the same time he wanted to grab her and kiss her senseless when she wanted to take charge of everything.
Where had that thought come from? If she didn’t want him to touch her, she sure wouldn’t want him to kiss her. And he wasn’t about to open himself up to more rejection. Better to keep a safe distance.
ANGEL MOORE
fell in love with romance in elementary school when she read the story of Robin Hood and Maid Marian. A Mills & Boon novel, usually Betty Neels, accompanied her to school every day as a teen, where she’d finish all her schoolwork and escape to a happily-ever-after world.
As a pastor’s wife she is dedicated to the work of her local church ministries, serving with the children and worship teams.
The joy of her life is her family. Married to her best friend, she has two wonderful sons, a lovely daughter-in-law, and three grands. She loves sharing her faith and the hope she knows is real because of God’s goodness to her.
Conveniently Wed
Angel Moore
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings as eagles;
they shall run, and not be weary;
and they shall walk, and not faint.
—Isaiah 40:31
To Tina James for the time and encouragement she invested in my first sale.
To the friends and family who read the drafts along the way.
To Austin for being my champion on the adventure of entering the writing world.
To Bob for believing in me and motivating me to write my first manuscript.
And to God for His mercy and constant help.
Contents
Cover (#u00c8b87e-160a-5c7f-b5d8-ebc0dab6ced6)
Back Cover Text (#u7ebabb91-ac25-5cf0-873e-aa8949e4da6c)
Introduction (#u49abd4af-d1c7-500c-98db-f49c72d0b316)
About the Author (#u5a8bf5a8-9a84-5935-9f53-e6872af4a701)
Title Page (#ubd315505-77d1-58be-8119-a907a0bada06)
Bible Verse (#u224da91f-6f60-591b-8c4e-d84b0412fda8)
Dedication (#u94e3a84a-10d2-54e8-a70f-0870f1d63709)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Epilogue
Dear Reader
Questions for Discussion
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#u34b09bad-02fd-5354-b165-098d3a4b1ec1)
Pine Haven, Texas October 1879
Daisy Mosley pulled back both hammers on the shotgun, lowered the barrel onto the windowsill and aimed at the center of the rider’s chest. No stranger had been down the lane since her husband, Murdock, had been killed by horse thieves three weeks earlier. Daisy was determined that no harm would come to James and John. She could hear the eight-year-old twins shushing each other as they scurried under her bed in the far corner of the cabin.
Watching carefully, she followed the rider’s slow approach with her gun. Very tall and broad with a straight back, a worn Stetson and red hair, he was definitely not a local. His mount was the prettiest pinto she’d ever seen. He was almost close enough for her to shoot when he stopped. He leaned forward in the saddle, his face still shielded by the Stetson.
“Daisy Marie, put that gun down before you hurt somebody.”
“Who are you?” Daisy didn’t flinch. “And how do you know my name?”
The stranger chuckled. “You know who I am. Have for years. And you know I don’t trust you with a gun. Not after what happened when your papa was trying to teach you to shoot.”
“Oh, my goodness!” In one swift movement, Daisy lowered the gun, released the hammers and put it in the rack over the mantel. “Boys, come meet Tucker Barlow!” she called to her sons as she unbolted the door and raced across the porch, barely skimming the steps.
Tucker dismounted just in time to brace against the impact of Daisy throwing herself into his arms. She remembered fondly that, even though she carried quite a lot of momentum for such a petite lady, she was no match for his strength. Not many could stand against the power of her exuberance. He lifted her and swung her around in a circle before setting her on the dusty ground. He held her hands, and she leaned back to look up at him.
“Daisy, you are a sight. And what kind of welcome was that for you to think about shooting me before I even met these fine-looking men you’ve got here?”
James and John stood behind their mother, timid of the big stranger.
Daisy withdrew her hands from Tucker’s and turned to the twins. “James, John, meet Mr. Barlow. Mr. Barlow, these are my sons.”
“Strong Bible names. Glad to meet you both.” He held out a hand for James to shake and then turned to John. “I’m glad you’ve got that freckle over your lip, John. Otherwise, I might never know who I was talking to.”
John ducked his head shyly. “It’s a birthmark. Momma said God put it there so she wouldn’t mix us up when we were babies.”
James spoke up. “If he didn’t have it, we could trick people and trade places and stuff.”
Daisy chuckled. “They look alike, but it doesn’t take long to find out how different they are.” She smiled at Tucker. “Boys, Mr. Barlow works for Papa Warren. He was a good friend to me when I was a girl. I haven’t seen him since I moved here when me and your papa got married over ten years ago.”
Looking directly at the young boys, Tucker said, “You don’t need to call me Mr. Barlow. We’re gonna be working side by side as men. You can call me Tucker.”
“What are you talking about, Tucker?” Daisy rested her hands on the boys’ shoulders as they flanked her and watched the giant stranger.
Tucker removed his hat and lowered his gaze to the ground reverently. “Your father felt it was for the best—given the circumstances and all.”
The excitement of having a visitor gave way to sadness as her little family remembered their fresh grief. Daisy appreciated Tucker’s respect of Murdock’s memory.
“Boys, why don’t you go fetch a cool drink of water from the well while me and your momma talk in private?”
Daisy nudged the twins toward the side yard and looked into Tucker’s face, shading her eyes against the sun with one hand. She didn’t remember him being so tall. “What are you talking about, ‘Papa says it’s for the best’?”
“Now, Daisy, just hear me out.” The tapping of her toe rustled the hem of her skirt. She wasn’t in the mood to be patient—not that she ever was.
“I’m waiting...” Her words provoked Tucker to explain.
“Your father came to me the day he got your telegraph about Murdock’s murder. He was so concerned about you and the boys. He wanted to know how you were holding up under such a tragic loss. Would the men who killed Murdock come back and harm you or the boys? Would you lose your land? He was beside himself.” Tucker paused as if choosing his next words carefully. “We talked for a long time that night.” Tucker stopped and drew in a deep breath.
“And...” Daisy’s toes still tapped, and now she folded her arms across her chest, anticipating she wouldn’t like the next part of the conversation.
Tucker looked at the hat in his hands and smoothed the brim. “And...” His mouth set in a firm line, and his eyes raised to meet her stare. “We think it would be best for you and the boys if you and I get married.” His words spilled out in a rush.
Daisy shook her head and turned one ear toward him with her brows wrinkled in confusion. “Who thinks what for who?”
* * *
Tucker could hear the disbelief in her voice. Thinking she might take it better when she realized it was her father’s idea, he emphasized Mr. Warren’s perspective.
“Your father—and I’ve come to agree with him—thinks it would be best if you and I get married. Today.”
“Wait just one minute. I’m not following your train of thought. Why would you think this?” Daisy said, sounding befuddled.
“Not just me,” Tucker reiterated. “Me and your father. We both know a lot about what you’re facing now. Your father lost your mother and had to raise you girls alone. He knows the pain you’re in. And my father passed away when I was young. I know how the boys are feeling.” Tucker maintained a calm demeanor. He knew how quickly Daisy could go from confused to angry or indignant. Many times he’d seen her jump from one emotion to another.
“Just because you think you know what I’m feeling doesn’t mean I need to marry you.” Daisy’s voice rose a bit.
“It’s not just about that, Daisy. You’ve got two sons to raise. You’ll need help with that.”
Tucker proceeded with caution, trying not to set her off before she understood his motive. “You’ve got the farm, too. It’s too much to do alone. I remember what my mother went through after my father died. She worked herself to death. Those boys need you.” He couldn’t imagine Daisy suffering as his mother had. He’d been too young to save his mother. But he wouldn’t risk this woman—who he’d once hoped would love him—falling to the same fate.
Daisy lowered her arms and clenched her fists at her sides. “I am managing this farm just fine. And my boys are okay, too. They’ve just been through a lot, that’s all.” Her words couldn’t hide the concern in her voice, which revealed how badly she must want to believe what she was saying. Tucker knew she wasn’t convinced. “I don’t know who put this fool notion in your head, but marriage is not what I need right now.” She stopped and thought for a moment. “And why would you want to marry me in the first place?”
“It’s not a fool notion. Your father and I talked and prayed about this before I decided to come. I’d have been here a couple of weeks ago, but it took time to tie up some business in East River.” With a grin and imploring gaze he added, “We’ve always been friends. We get along and understand one another. That’s what you need now.” He’d given up on love a long time ago. At thirty-one he knew his chance at being anyone’s true love was behind him. His youthful efforts to love and be loved had taught him well. This chance at marriage to a good friend would give him comfort from the loneliness he’d known for so long.
Daisy unclenched her fists and reached her hands to his. She went up on her tiptoes and placed a small kiss on his cheek. “Oh, Tucker. Thank you.” She spoke sweetly near his ear. “You’re such a dear friend.” She released his hands and backed away. “But I disagree with you and Papa.”
Tucker saw the resigned strength in her eyes. She’d always plowed full steam ahead into whatever she set her mind to do. No doubt she was determined to survive and take care of James and John by herself.
“Daisy, we’re concerned about you and the boys. It’s too much—”
She cut him off, her tone indignant. “Did you and Papa think you could just come here and tell me what to do like I’m still a child? I’m a grown woman with responsibilities.”
“I want to help with those responsibilities.” Tucker kept his voice calm with great effort. “Think about it. Who’d ever marry me? I’m too old and set in my ways. You and I are friends. We’ll be good for each other. I’ll help you with the boys and the farm. You’ll keep me from being a lonely old man.” He smiled, hoping to break through her resistance. “And you’re too fine a Christian woman to have a man here on the farm who isn’t your husband.”
Daisy was quiet for a moment. He saw the hesitation in her eyes as she pondered all they’d talked about.
“Tell you what. You just read this. Then we’ll talk.” He pulled an envelope from the inside pocket of his leather vest and handed it to her. “I’ll go keep the boys occupied. You come find us when you’re ready.” He settled his hat back on his head, took the pinto by the reins and headed to the well, stirring up a path of dust as he went.
* * *
Daisy turned the envelope over in her hand. The wax seal was her father’s unique design. The curling vines woven together in a heart pattern represented the things her dad loved best—his three daughters, all named after flowers and whom he collectively called “Papa’s Garden.” She walked to the porch and sat on the wooden rocker Murdock had made when he’d found out they were going to have a baby.
Daisy carefully broke the seal and removed the fragile paper. Unfolding it she braced herself for the first communication she’d received from him since his telegraph of sympathy after Murdock was killed.
Tears spilled over her lashes as she read her father’s concern by relating it to her mother’s death. They now shared the common thread of the loss of the love of their life. His words about how prayer had helped to heal his grief gave her comfort.
She pondered his main concern about the boys needing a man in their lives. Her eyes lit on the paragraph warning her she could lose her land in spite of the new laws assuring women in Texas could own land outright. Her heart clenched at the thought of losing everything Murdock had worked so hard to build for the future of their sons.
The letter ended by confirming his wishes that she marry Tucker. He wanted her to do it today, so Tucker’s presence on the farm wouldn’t reflect poorly on her reputation in town. He’d given Tucker his gift to them of money for a wedding supper to share in town that afternoon. He assured her it was all for her own good.
The sound of boots on the porch caused Daisy to look up as she finished the last line.
Tucker leaned against the porch railing and folded his arms. Pushing his hat back so she could see his face, he asked, “Well, Daisy? What do you say?”
“What do I say?” The chair rocked violently as she practically leaped from it. “What do I say?” Daisy stomped down the steps and across the yard in the direction of the barn. She caught a glimpse of the boys playing behind the corral.
Emotions raced through her mind and heart. She was reacting like the schoolgirl she’d once been. She used to tromp off into the woods to be alone when her feelings were hurt or her father hadn’t let her get her way. Oh, to be that girl again and kick against the grass and head to the edge of the stream by her childhood home after being scolded for some prank she’d pulled on her sisters. Her mind took her to the times when she needed to get some emotion or event out of her system. Tucker was a shadow in the background then. Today he followed her in silence.
Without warning Daisy turned on him. “What do I say?” She shook the letter in her hand near his face. “I haven’t even had time to process this silly idea of Papa’s, and you want to know what I say?” Just as quickly she turned and marched away.
After going only a few feet, she stopped and stared into the sky. Her vision blurred as tears filled her eyes. Sobbing and clutching the letter to her heart, Daisy wailed, “Why, Papa? Why did Murdock have to die? I miss him so badly! And I need you here now.”
Daisy felt Tucker’s hands settle on her shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Daisy. Your father’s health kept him from being here for you. His heart was breaking for you when I left. And no one knows why bad things happen like Murdock dying. Life isn’t fair sometimes. You’ve been through an awful lot. Taking care of the land and raising those boys...you shouldn’t have to do it alone.”
He gently turned her around to face him. He knelt down on one knee as he held her hands in his. “Daisy, I’m asking you to do me the honor of marrying me. I promise to take care of you and James and John. I’ll do my best to be a good husband to you. Your papa asked me to come here, but I’d be obliged if you’d let me stay.” Was there an unsettledness in his expression? What would make him want to marry a grieving widow with two young sons?
“Oh, Tucker, I can’t let you do that. You’ve got your own life to live. The boys and I will be fine.” She pulled against his grip, but he didn’t let go.
She was reeling inside. This morning she awoke with a world of responsibilities on her and God alone. Now someone was offering a lifeline of friendship and help, but she couldn’t accept. She still loved Murdock—with every piece of her broken heart.
“Daisy, I’m not doing this because your father asked me. I’m doing it because it’s the right thing to do. Think about the future...your boys...this land. Those boys need a man to look up to. I’m not their father, but I promise to be a good example to them. Your father is right about the land and the new laws. You don’t want everything you and Murdock worked for to be taken away.” He tugged gently on her hands and smiled up at her. “Please say yes. For the boys. For the land. For you. For me? I know we can make it work. We were good friends before. We can be again. But only if you want me here. I won’t stay if you don’t.”
Daisy looked into Tucker’s green eyes and saw the sincerity of his offer. Many times in her youth she had found comfort in his friendship. More than once he’d rescued her from some scheme she’d thought up, either by helping her out of the dilemma she caused or by preventing her from doing something in the first place. She knew she could trust him. Four years older than her twenty-seven, she wondered if he was still as resolute as ever. Her papa said he was a great foreman because he was quick to make decisions and to handle situations. Would he try to handle her? Or her sons?
Daisy’s mind swam with all the things she faced—twin boys to raise, running a farm, the possibility she couldn’t keep the land without a husband. She considered herself to be a strong woman, but the workload was overwhelming. She’d hoped it would ease as she adjusted to doing everything without Murdock. It hadn’t.
She also realized the value of the sacrifice Tucker was making to give up his freedom to help her raise another man’s sons. How many times as a girl had she longed for a mother? Her father had been good to her and her sisters, but she’d ached for a woman’s nurturing touch. She didn’t want her sons to grow up without a father. Tucker was a good man. But she wanted her sons to know the value of a loving marriage. Could she grow to love Tucker as she had loved Murdock? Not now. The very idea was unfathomable. Could anyone have two chances at perfection?
“Okay.” Daisy heard herself speak without realizing she was going to agree.
“Okay?” Tucker tilted his head to one side, and his brow puckered. “You’re sure?”
“Okay.” A new resolve at saying it aloud settled in her soul. “Let’s do it. Why not? I haven’t had control of anything in my life for the last month. Why should today be any different? Let’s get married.” Daisy pulled her hands free and smoothed her father’s crumpled letter. “I’m sure Reverend Dismuke will be happy to accommodate us today. He can perform the ceremony, and his wife can be our witness.”
She headed to the house almost at a trot, beckoning to the boys as she went. Then she stopped and looked at him over her shoulder. “Are you just going to kneel there in the dirt, or are you going to go get cleaned up for your wedding? You should find everything you need in the tack room in the barn.” In an instant she was off again, picking up her skirt in both hands to keep from tripping.
“Impetuous as ever,” Tucker called out behind her. The echo of his whistle caught the breeze and followed her up the porch steps and into the house.
* * *
Daisy sat at the foot of the table in the center of the small cabin. At the side of the table, James and John climbed onto the bench they had helped their father build.
“Boys, we need to talk.” She wasn’t sure exactly what to tell them first. “We’ve all been through a lot in the last few weeks. You have been such good boys. And you know I’d do anything in the world for you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” they answered in unison.
She took her father’s letter from the pocket of her skirt. “You know how happy your papa was when you did something he asked you to do?” They both nodded, then looked at each other curiously before turning back to her and crossing their arms on the table in front of them. Matching brows drew together to join mirrored frowns.
“This is a letter from Papa Warren.” She laid the letter on the table and smoothed it with her palm. A breeze lifted the lace curtain at the window by the door, causing the pages to flutter. The air’s freshness helped her draw the breath for her next bit of news.
“He wants me to do something that will help us keep our home and make a way for you boys to still have this land when you’re grown up—just like your papa wanted.” The lack of understanding in their eyes caused Daisy to move straight to the point.
“I’m going to marry Mr. Barlow.”
“Why, Momma?” There was a chorus of disbelief. “You can’t! You’re already married to Papa. You can’t marry somebody else!”
Tears formed in her eyes, to be quickly blinked away. Daisy swallowed and reached out to the twins, inviting them into her embrace. They scrambled to her, and she wrapped them in her arms. “I know you don’t understand. I did marry your papa. He and I loved each other very much.” She pulled back and cupped one chin in each hand so James and John would see directly into her eyes. “I will always love your papa—just like you will. It hurts me as much as it hurts the two of you that he isn’t here anymore. We know he’s with Jesus.”
Small tear-stained faces waited for her to continue. “Papa worked hard for this land. He wouldn’t want us to lose everything because he isn’t here anymore. That could happen if I don’t marry again. It doesn’t mean I don’t love your papa. It means I love him so much that I want to make sure his dreams come true for you boys.”
James spoke. As the firstborn he usually took the lead, and John rarely objected. “How could we lose our house, Momma?” Clearly the eight-year-old didn’t understand.
“The government controls who gets to keep a house. Ladies have problems owning land that men don’t have. It’s complicated, so you’re going to have to trust that Papa Warren knows best.”
“Are you sure, Momma?” John’s concern reflected in his small face. “Can’t we keep it? It’s ours now.”
Daisy drew the boys back into a hug and kissed both blond heads. “I wish we could, but because of the laws of the state of Texas, this is the best way. I promise.” Again she felt the press of helplessness that had threatened to overwhelm her since Murdock had been killed. It went against her stubborn nature to need someone else to rescue her.
“Mr. Barlow is a good man,” she assured. “I’ve known him for many years. He’s a godly man, like your papa. He’ll take good care of us. He’ll teach you things I can’t. Like how to plow a field or take care of a broken wagon wheel. There’s so much you’ll need to know that only a man can teach you.”
James and John leaned back and looked at her. “Are you sure, Momma?” James asked.
“I’m sure, son.” Daisy smiled at them. “And you’ll grow to love him, too. He’s a respectable man.”
The twins looked at each other in resignation and dropped their heads. Her amazement at their matching mannerisms never dimmed. “Okay, Momma. But it’s gonna take a bit for us to get used to having another man around here.” John paused. “We just got used to being the only men. Now we’ve got to train another one. He can show us how to fix wagon wheels and plow, but we’ll teach him how to take care of the farm like Papa did.”
Laughing, she released them and tussled each head with one hand. “Now I’m going to get ready for our trip to town. I need you boys to get washed up and put on your Sunday best.” She rose from the chair and smoothed her skirt. “I certainly can’t get married looking like this.” She shooed them both outside to the well.
The twins brought water in and then dressed in their room. Satisfied with their appearance, she sent them to wait on the porch.
Daisy freshened up using the washbasin and mirror behind the screen in the corner of the cabin. Murdock had given her the screen as a gift, wanting her to have some privacy in the cabin full of males. She stood back to stare at her reflection. The lost weight from the pain and stress of the past three weeks did nothing to improve her appearance. Dark brown eyes looked hollow and bruised in her slightly freckled face. The gentle wave of her blond hair pulled tendrils loose from the pins she’d pushed in this morning before attempting to do the chores of two people. The weeks without him had worn her down more than she’d realized.
Daisy knew marrying Tucker would be the easiest solution to her problems, but she wondered if she could muster the strength to go through with the wedding. She still ached for Murdock.
Tucker was a good man and a good friend. Could she be patient while he adjusted to marriage? He’d never answered to anyone except a boss. Would he be willing to work alongside her? Or would his natural tendency to take charge make her more defensive of her boys and the farm?
Lord, I’m trusting You and Papa now. I am starting to think this is Your plan for my life. Help me get it right.
Taking a deep breath, Daisy went to the chest at the foot of the bed she and Murdock had shared and lifted the lid. She pulled out her best dress and, lifting it by the shoulders, let the breeze catch it as it floated onto the bed. Smoothing the soft, sea-green cotton, she thought about the last time she’d worn it. She and Murdock had gone to the spring social at church. They had strolled by the river, arm in arm, laughing and talking, while the boys played ball with their friends in the churchyard. Murdock had bought the dress for her birthday and told her to be happy on the days she wore it.
A tear slid down her cheek as she knew in her heart he’d want her to have a happy future. She would have wanted him to move on with his life if the situation had been reversed. However, knowing she should move forward was easier than actually taking the steps to do it.
Daisy wiped her face with the back of her hand. “I will not cry in the dress bought to make me happy.” And then she put it on. Could she take the joy of her past into a future that offered contentment, but not true love?
The heaviness of Tucker’s boots sounded on the porch steps as she took a final look in the mirror. Her hand trembled as she reached up to touch the delicate white lace collar at her neck—and then she saw it. Her wedding band.
Daisy’s knees buckled, and she collapsed to sit on the side of the bed. She held her hand out to look at the ring. The plain gold band had been there so long it was like a part of her. Murdock had given it to her on their first anniversary. The scratches and worn places testified to the hard work and commitment of their relationship. Spinning it on her finger and rubbing the cool smoothness of it, she blew out a determined breath and pulled the ring from her hand. She went to the chest and found the small velvet bag the ring had come in. She kissed the ring and slid it inside. With the pull of the drawstring she tied her past into a bow and lovingly placed it in the chest before lowering the lid.
Digging deep inside for energy she wasn’t sure she had, Daisy pushed against the closed chest to stand. With her shoulders back and head held high, she straightened the ribbons of the bow that held her Sunday hat in place. Numbness froze her countenance in resignation. Her father’s letter was tucked inside her small reticule for comfort as she journeyed forward into the day’s events.
Sunlight sliced into the cabin when she opened the front door.
* * *
James and John sat on the front steps, looking into the fields. Tucker leaned against the porch railing staring at the door. He stood to his full height as Daisy joined them on the porch. Hat in hand he smiled at her.
“Miss Daisy, you look lovely.” He took a step closer to her and hesitated, turning the Stetson in his hands. “I took the liberty of hitching my horse to your wagon for the trip into town.”
With a curt nod in his direction, Daisy said, “Thank you, Tucker,” before turning to her sons. “Well, boys, let’s go. Hop up into the back of the wagon.” Daisy set the boys into motion with her no-nonsense tone. Hands in his pockets, James kicked at the dirt as he walked. John scampered ahead of his brother and vaulted into the wagon.
Daisy cautioned her eldest. “James, mind your manners and do as you’re told.”
His “Yes, ma’am” was muttered so quietly Tucker almost couldn’t hear it. Tucker walked down the steps ahead of her and turned to offer his hand as she followed. He didn’t meet her gaze. He took her small gloved hand in his calloused one and assisted her down the steps. She immediately withdrew it when her feet touched the ground. He watched her twist the drawstrings on her reticule around her fingers as they slowly walked to the wagon.
Again Tucker offered a hand to steady her as she climbed into the wagon. Again she permitted only the briefest of contact and settled into the seat while he walked in front of his horse to climb up beside her. He was a bit surprised by how quickly she’d agreed to marry him. When it was all said and done, he was a friend from so far in her past she had not recognized him when he rode onto her land a mere hour ago.
Grabbing the reins and sending the horse forward, he said, “I’ll see about getting a couple of horses next week. We’ll need them for working the farm. Mack here is more for riding than pulling a wagon. He’s a ranch horse.”
Daisy kept her eyes straight ahead and her voice low so James and John wouldn’t hear her above the sounds of the wagon on the narrow lane leading to the main road. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to keep to the topic of the day. We can talk about such business later. I don’t want to remind the boys of the loss of their papa and our horses.”
“Good idea.” Tucker matched her volume. “I’m sorry I brought it up.”
“It’s not a problem,” she said between taut lips. “It’s just that so much is happening today. I don’t want to add to the weight of all that’s already on their minds. They’ve had a rough go of it.”
“I understand.” He turned the wagon onto the main road and signaled his horse to pick up speed as they headed toward town. They traveled in silence for a few minutes.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to be married in the church, not the parsonage.” Daisy began to rattle off details for the afternoon’s agenda. “We can have a nice supper at the local hotel. It’s a very impressive establishment for a town as small as Pine Haven. The food is very good. I’d also like to stop in at the general store. The boys haven’t had a treat in a long time. I think this is just the occasion for it.”
“Whoa, Daisy. Seems like you’ve got this all planned out in your head already. Mind if I interject some thoughts?”
“Interject away.” She lifted her arm in a sweeping gesture. “It’s not like any of this was my idea in the first place. I was just trying to make the most of it.”
“Oh, good. That’ll help.” Tucker kept his eyes on the road ahead. “Sarcasm will be just the right spice to add to today. Keep it up and James will be back to kicking dirt by the time we get to town.” He grinned to let her know he was teasing her the way he had when she was a teenager. He turned and winked at her. He saw the corners of her mouth tug into a smile before he looked back to the road.
“You always had a knack for getting me out of a mood.” She settled her hands in her lap again and looked up into the bright sky, appearing to relax for the first time since he’d ridden onto the farm just after lunch. She took in a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. The boys had curled up on the hay in the back of the wagon and fallen asleep in the sunshine. Their clothes would be wrinkled, but he was glad to see they’d settled down.
“How are you, Daisy? Really?”
“I’m better now. Not over it by any means, but better. Working the farm will take the stress out of you if you let it.” The underlying sadness in her voice revealed the true depth of her pain.
“If you ever need to talk about it, I’ll listen.”
Daisy put one gloved hand on his arm and he felt her gaze on him as he drove. “I remember many times when you did just that. Thank you, Tucker.” She cleared her throat. “Not just for being a friend who’s willing to listen, but for everything. I know what a sacrifice it is for you to give up your life to help me and the boys.”
“Don’t you worry about that for one minute. I’m sorry those little fellows lost their papa. I know what it’s like to grow up without a father. You might remember mine was gone before I was old enough to know much about him. Tuberculosis took him the winter I turned five. I want to be to your sons what your father has been to me.” He tried without success to cover the gravel in his tone. She gave his arm a slight squeeze of comfort, and he continued. “I also hope to be there for you in a way my momma needed when she was trying to raise me alone. It was a hard life. One I hope to spare you from.” He cleared his throat and snapped the reins, effectively ending the conversation. “Get up, Mack. We need to get to town.”
His mother had done her best but life without a father had been difficult.
Daisy’s dad had raised his daughters with the help of a housekeeper who came during the daytime. Mr. Warren had made it seem so simple. Tucker knew that wasn’t true. Parenting was a difficult job for two parents. It was more than double the work when one parent was left to do the task alone.
He knew Daisy was strong. She’d managed to care for her boys and the farm since her husband’s death. The spiritual comfort of God and those precious boys had probably bolstered her courage. But she couldn’t survive on courage alone.
He stole a glance at her. He knew in his heart that she still loved the man in the grave at the top of the hill behind her cabin. Tucker had been her friend all those years ago. He’d come here as her friend. Would she ever see him as more that?
Chapter Two (#u34b09bad-02fd-5354-b165-098d3a4b1ec1)
Tucker pulled the wagon to a stop and set the brake in front of the general store. He called to the boys. “James and John, come with me. How would you like some candy?” Sleepiness evaporated at the promise of the treat, and the boys tumbled from the wagon.
Walking to the side of the wagon, Tucker offered his hand to Daisy. She moved to accept his help, and he could see she was surprised when he grabbed her by the waist and set her on the ground. He wondered if it was because he lifted her. Did he make her skittish? He’d have to be careful not to make her uncomfortable.
Tucker leaned close so the boys wouldn’t hear. “Do you want a few minutes to speak to the pastor before I come to the church? I can take the boys into the store and meet you later.” He knew she must be overwhelmed with the day’s events. He could see the strain on her face ease at his suggestion.
“Thank you.” Daisy gave him a slight smile. “I’ll go there now and meet you at the parsonage in a half hour. That should give me plenty of time.”
“Are you okay with all of this?” Mr. Warren had insisted the wedding take place on the day of his arrival, but Tucker was concerned about Daisy’s peace of mind.
She didn’t look at him when she answered. “Papa’s right. This really is for the best.” Was she trying to reassure him or convince herself?
“I think so, too, but I could get a room in town and stay for a few days. If that would make you more comfortable.” It would delay his start on the work he needed to do at the farm, but if it helped Daisy, he could make that small sacrifice.
“No. Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.” She shook her head, and he saw the resignation in her eyes. “There’s no need to spend money on a hotel when you’d just be coming to the farm in a few days.”
The sadness of her circumstances struck him anew. Thinking of the weight she must be under had been a driving force in his agreement to this arrangement. Her face was thin and pale. She lacked the vitality that was such a part of her personality. The sooner her life was settled, the sooner she could start to heal from her pain.
Tucker knew her sons would help to heal her heart. He hoped he could give her mind rest from the pressure of running the farm alone.
“I’ll meet you in a few minutes, then.” He nodded and looked over his shoulder to see the boys staring into the large storefront window.
“The boys can show you the way.” Daisy turned, and the heels of her shoes clicked a rhythm on the boarded sidewalk as she hurried away.
Tucker watched her go, thanking God for the opportunity to have her in his life. In the years after she’d left her father’s ranch, Tucker had kept busy with work. He’d focused on being a successful rancher and put all thoughts of love out of his mind.
He knew in his heart Daisy would never love him as she’d loved Murdock. And he certainly wasn’t interested in being a second-best husband. But he did hope her friendship would fill the aching loneliness he suffered.
* * *
“Daisy, what a lovely surprise!” Peggy greeted Daisy and ushered her into the parsonage. “David, come into the parlor. Daisy Mosley is here.” Peggy offered Daisy one of the two chairs by the front window. “Sit down and tell me how you’re doing.” Peggy sat in the other chair.
“I’m doing better. As a matter of fact, that’s why I’ve come to town today. I have news.” Daisy was interrupted when Reverend Dismuke entered the room.
“Mrs. Mosley, to what do we owe the honor of your visit?”
“I was just about to tell Peggy. I’ve received a letter from my father.”
“Does he want you to move back home?” Peggy asked anxiously.
“No.” Daisy looked from Peggy to Reverend Dismuke. “He sent Tucker Barlow. Tucker came to work for him when I was still in school. He’s been a dear friend to me and my sisters.”
“That’s seems a sound idea,” the reverend approved. “You’ll be needing a man’s help with the farm.”
“And the boys,” Peggy added.
Daisy bit her lower lip before continuing. “Papa wants me to marry Tucker. He doesn’t think it would be proper for a Christian woman to have a man on her property unless they’ve been wed. He wants to protect the boys and me from gossip.”
“Also a wise consideration,” Reverend Dismuke agreed. “People can be cruel. Children are especially vulnerable to be hurt.”
“What about you? Are you okay with this idea?” Peggy asked.
“I won’t lie and tell you it’ll be easy. I miss Murdock terribly.” Daisy reached and covered Peggy’s hand with one of her own. “But I don’t think I have a choice. Papa’s right about the boys needing a father in their lives. There’s also the question of the land.”
“You can own the land now. There’s a new law,” Peggy offered.
“It’s not been tested. I can’t risk losing everything Murdock worked so hard to give to James and John.”
“But what about...love?” Peggy wanted to know. “You can’t just marry someone to save the farm. You’ve got to consider your heart, as well.”
“Tucker’s a good man. And my father picked him. Besides, there’s more to think about than love.” Daisy tried to hide the uncertainty in her voice.
“Mrs. Mosley, may I speak frankly?” Reverend Dismuke asked.
“Of course. I trust your counsel.” Daisy waited for his next words.
“As the shepherd of this flock I’ve seen many women go through what you’re facing. Their husbands die or are killed suddenly, leaving them as widows with land and children. Many with little or no money. I have yet to see one survive without help. This is not the kind of country a woman alone can conquer safely. What if you find a way to handle everything about the farm and the boys, and then one day those thieves come back?”
“David! Don’t frighten her!” Peggy gasped.
“I’m not trying to frighten her,” he assured, “but I saw Sheriff Collins yesterday, and he still hasn’t had any success in tracking down Murdock’s killers.”
Peggy clicked her tongue in disapproval. “I’m not sure why we trust that man to protect this county.”
“He’s a good sheriff, Peggy. He’s just not much for decorum,” Reverend Dismuke disagreed.
“Well, he always looks as if he’s just rolled out of bed,” Peggy insisted. “How do we know he’s done all that can be done to find those thieves?”
“I’ve talked with him at length, and I assure you he’s doing his job. It’s just not an easy one.” To Daisy he said, “I’m sorry. I know this is very difficult for you.”
“I’ve wished a thousand times that I’d been home that day. Maybe I could have saved him.” Daisy’s remorse was palpable.
“Oh, Daisy, you can’t torture yourself like that. You and the boys could have been hurt—or worse—if you’d been there,” Peggy lamented.
“My wife is right. God was protecting you and your sons that day. I don’t pretend to understand all He does or why, but I know He had a purpose for you to be spared.” They all sat in silence for a moment.
Daisy couldn’t bear the thought of those murderous thieves returning and harming her sons. She hoped each day to hear news of their capture. Would she always have one eye on the lane while she worked? Would she be able to let the boys return to school? She wondered if they’d ever be safe again.
Reverend Dismuke was the first to speak. “I think you should accept Mr. Barlow’s offer of marriage.”
Daisy nodded her agreement. She hadn’t been able to save Murdock, but at least she could protect his sons.
“Are you sure, Daisy?” Peggy leaned over and grasped both of Daisy’s hands.
“I’ve prayed, Peggy, and I feel this is what the Lord would have me do.” The resolve in Daisy’s voice won her friend’s agreement.
“Okay, then.” Peggy sat back up straight and smoothed her dress. “Well, when do we meet this Mr. Barlow, and when is the wedding?” Peggy asked.
A knock sounded at the door.
“Now. And now,” Daisy sputtered with a laugh.
“What?” Peggy exclaimed.
“I’ll answer that. You calm down,” Reverend Dismuke teased his wife as he went to the door.
Both ladies stood as Tucker and the twins entered the room. The boys stood on either side of Tucker, making an obvious effort to stand at their full height, so much so that their small necks stretched to achieve full advantage of their stature. Small grins tugged at their matching faces, but she saw the restraint to prevent pride from bursting forth. Then she noticed the reason for this new posture. Tucker stood, hat in hand, and each boy had a smaller, though very similar hat, held in the exact way. John stole a look at Tucker to confirm he had the stance correct.
James could hold his peace no longer. “Momma! How do you like our hats? Mr. Tucker helped us pick ’em out!” He offered her a closer look without moving from Tucker’s side. “These are real Stetsons just like Mr. Tucker’s! Only they’re different ’cause everyone can make his Stetson how he wants. I like mine with the brim down, like Mr. Tucker. John likes his with the top pushed in just so. They’re great, aren’t they Momma?”
“That’s very nice, James.” Daisy touched the felt brim. “What about yours, John?” She moved to stand in front of the youngest twin.
“I like mine just fine, Momma. They were expensive, but Mr. Tucker said we needed them.” He didn’t meet her gaze. John was always cautious, and a matter was never settled for him as quickly as it was for James.
Daisy turned to Tucker, tilting her head to see into his eyes. She saw the mirth there. He was enjoying the happiness of her sons. She was grateful to see them excited. They hadn’t had a treat in a long time, and certainly nothing so grand.
“Need them?” She raised her eyebrows and waited for an explanation from Tucker. Surely he understood they didn’t have that kind of money.
Tucker stretched his neck to pronounce his height and tilted his head to one side ever so slightly. “Yes, ma’am. Every working farmer needs a good hat. These young men are no exception. It wouldn’t be proper for me to expect them to work without the tools they need.” His barely suppressed grin reminded her of the twins forced restraint. They’d only met a few hours ago, and already these males were forming an alliance she was certain she’d have to confront on a regular basis.
Looking from one to the other she addressed all three at once. “Well, I see you had a successful trip to the general store. Now it’s time for us to go to the church.”
Everyone made their way to the front door and down the steps to walk toward the church. Daisy looped her arm in Tucker’s, easing back into the friendship they’d shared for years. In a voice for his ears only, she leaned in and said, “When I said they could have a treat, I meant something like a piece of candy or fruit. I don’t know how you thought we could afford something like that.”
“Oh, they got candy, too.”
Daisy looked ahead to see both boys pulling a handful of candy from their pockets to compare.
“In the future we need to talk about things like this before they happen. And why are they calling you Mr. Tucker?” Daisy almost sounded as if she was scolding Tucker.
Leaning closer to her, without losing his grin, Tucker spoke. “There are a lot of things we’ll talk about in the future, but buying those hats was my decision, and I stand by it. And they’re calling me Mr. Tucker because I prefer it to Mr. Barlow. We’re going to be family in just a few minutes.”
“Well...” she interrupted.
He held up his free hand. “Well, nothing. You said you wanted us to stay focused on the events of today. We’ll talk about other things later, but right now...” Tucker gestured to the door of the small church that John held open for them. The others had walked ahead and were already inside. “Right now, we’re going to a wedding. And I think we both need to concentrate on that.” His fingers brushed the length of her jawline, and he smiled.
Daisy drew in a breath to calm herself. “Okay. I’ll focus.” She lifted her skirt just enough to keep from stepping on it as she climbed the steps. “But we have a lot to talk about, Tucker. And we will talk about it.” She dropped her hem and smoothed her skirt as they passed through the doorway.
“I’m sure we will, Daisy.” Tucker removed his hat and handed it to John for safekeeping during the ceremony. “I’m sure we will.” He offered her his hand, and they proceeded up the aisle.
Daisy stood beside Tucker at the altar of Pine Haven Church. She took advantage of the opportunity to study him in what must be his best shirt and trousers. The red hair had been tamed with a fresh combing. He was every inch a man—and a tall one at that. He stood a good foot taller than she did with strong shoulders and a broad chest. His boots wore a fresh shine.
James and John sat on the first bench, watching as Reverend Dismuke performed the wedding ceremony, their new hats carefully resting beside them, Tucker’s much larger hat on John’s farside. They giggled a little at first, but Tucker silenced them with a look. Daisy was surprised by how quickly he’d taken command of the boys’ behavior. She’d been prone to leniency since their father’s death. Truly things were changing today. Daisy would do her best to keep the changes at a manageable pace. The twins would need time to adjust to Tucker’s authority.
Reverend Dismuke went through the vows with great reverence, explaining the weight of the commitment of the marriage ceremony in the eyes of God.
“Tucker, wilt thou have this woman to thy wedded wife, to live together after God’s ordinance, in the holy estate of matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her, in sickness and in health, and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?”
Tucker looked at her and answered, “I will.”
Daisy, in turn, promised herself to him. With each word spoken a heaviness settled on her soul. She knew she had no choice—knew she was doing the right thing. But could she find the inner strength to build a relationship with an old friend into a marriage? Her first husband had captivated her fancy, and she’d fallen deeply in love with him. Now she stood in her church before God and witnesses and pledged to give Tucker the same commitment she’d shared with Murdock. Tucker had been a dear friend. But her husband? Never had the thought crossed her mind. Daisy was surprised by how quickly the ceremony progressed. Before she realized it the reverend asked if there was a ring. Something she hadn’t thought about.
“Oh, we don’t—” Daisy shook her head, only to be stunned into silence when Tucker pulled a ring from his shirt pocket and handed it to the preacher.
“Let us pray.” Reverend Dismuke bowed his head and spoke. “Loving God, we ask You to bless this union. Help Tucker and Daisy to grow together as husband and wife. Build a strong bond between these two souls.” Daisy felt the heat rush to her face and prayed her own prayer that she hadn’t blushed as deeply as she felt. “God help these two fine young men, James and John, to bring You honor by the way they respect their momma and their new papa.” The boys both opened their eyes at this point. “And most of all, God, we thank You for bringing these folks together as a family. May they live, as this ring represents, an endless circle of love that shines with beauty and strength. Amen.”
“Amen.” Tucker and Daisy spoke softly in unison. James and John sat in silence. Peggy wiped a tear away with her handkerchief.
Reverend Dismuke returned the ring to Tucker, who reached for Daisy’s hand. She stared at him, unbelieving, as he slipped the delicate ring on her finger. Intricately carved leaves and vines wrapped around the gold band. Tucker repeated after the minister, “With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship and with all my worldly goods I thee endow.”
Reverend Dismuke finalized their commitment by saying, “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Tucker looked to Daisy, asking permission with his eyes. Feeling it would be unfair to deny Tucker this right after all he was sacrificing for her and her children, Daisy nodded her assent with the slightest tip of her head, lowered her gaze and waited. He gently took her face in his large hands and tenderly brushed a kiss across her cheek. She opened her eyes wide and thanked him from her soul without speaking a word. His smile acknowledged his understanding of her gratitude.
As the small group left the church, Reverend Dismuke pulled Tucker and Daisy aside. “Sheriff Collins has been trying to find the men who killed Murdock. He sent word of the killing to sheriffs in the neighboring counties. I’m sure he’d be glad to meet you, Tucker. He’s been concerned for the safety of your wife and the boys.”
“Thanks,” Tucker said. “I’ll stop by his office and introduce myself.”
“He’s a bit rough around the edges, but I think he’s doing all he can.”
“I’ll see if there’s anything I can do to help him.” Tucker settled his hat back on his head. “Right now, though, I’m going to take my new family to supper. Thanks, Reverend, for your time today.”
Tucker’s words rang in her head as she walked with him to the wagon. They were a family on their way to supper. Only they weren’t an ordinary family. Nothing about this day had been ordinary.
* * *
“Boys, put your hats on the rack here by the door.” Daisy noticed Tucker hung his hat up high so the twins could use the lower pegs.
“Are we really gonna eat in the hotel, Momma?” the ever-curious James wanted to know.
“She already said so, James.” John was losing patience with his brother today.
“Yes, we’re eating here. I want both of you on your best behavior,” Daisy admonished as she pulled her gloves off and tucked them into her reticule. “Papa Warren is giving us this wedding supper as a gift. I want everyone to enjoy it. So mind your manners.”
The hostess escorted them to a table set with linen and glassware. The smell of freshly baked bread filled the room.
Tucker held a chair for Daisy, signaling the twins to wait until their mother sat. When they were all seated, a young girl wearing a starched white apron over a simple brown dress offered them menus.
Daisy skimmed the choices before looking to Tucker. “Roast beef for everyone? With creamed potatoes and carrots and some of that delicious-smelling bread?”
“Sounds wonderful to me.” Tucker closed his menu. “I think this is just the kind of place your papa had in mind for our wedding supper.”
“I wish he could be here.” Daisy’s heart ached for the comfort of her father’s love. She sniffed and straightened in her chair, neatly folding her hands in her lap. Her voice went up just a notch in tone, but not volume. “But that’s not possible, so we’ll make the most of the occasion he’s provided for us. I’ll write him a letter tonight and tell him how much we appreciate his gift.” Her head was still spinning with the knowledge that she was married again. Table conversation was a great effort, but she did want to honor her father by enjoying this meal. It was a great luxury that wouldn’t likely come their way again soon.
“I’m sure he would like to know things have worked out like he hoped. Let’s send him a telegraph on the way home. Then you can write a letter with all the details, and we can post it the next time we’re in town,” Tucker suggested.
“That’s a fine idea. Then he’ll know everything is settled, and the boys and I are safe,” Daisy agreed.
The boys grew fidgety at the table, most likely in response to all the candy they’d managed to eat by sneaking pieces whenever they thought no one was looking. Now they both had empty pockets.
“Stop kicking me.” John sent James a glare.
“I’m not kicking you.” James spoke just a little louder than John.
“That’s enough.” Tucker’s voice was even, but serious. “James, stop swinging your legs under the table. John sit up straight in your chair, and you won’t be close enough for James to accidentally kick you.” The twins immediately obeyed, looking to Daisy as their eyes worked to conceal their displeasure at his command.
Daisy was again taken aback when Tucker corrected James and John. Murdock had always left the day-to-day manners and attitudes for her to deal with. She wasn’t accustomed to someone taking over her responsibilities, and she was certain she didn’t like it.
Tucker spoke again before she could decide how to address the matter with him. “I need to take care of some business before we leave town.” The young waitress approached and filled his glass with tea. “If you need anything from the general store, I can drop you there, and you can shop. I’ll pick you up when I’m finished.” The waitress circled the table to serve the boys and Daisy before leaving.
“What kind of business can you possibly have? You just arrived today,” Daisy said, picking up her glass. James had inherited his curiosity from his mother. She’d always had a deep-seated desire to know everything that was going on around her at all times. Constant observation and well-placed questions kept her from feeling uninformed. She never liked to be caught unaware.
“Just some business matters I need to handle.” Tucker answered vaguely. “I won’t be long.”
The door to the kitchen swung open as the waitress backed through it carrying a large round tray with their food. James and John sat up eagerly to watch each plate be set on the fancy table. Daisy had instructed them on the flatware, but she knew they’d be hard-pressed to muzzle their excitement over this new experience. The waitress left after placing a large basket of bread in the center of the table next to a silver dish of fresh butter.
Daisy leaned forward and reached across the corners of the square table to take the twins by the hand. They looked at one another and then at her. She raised her eyebrows toward Tucker before they reluctantly reached their other hands to him. This was the kind of reluctance she expected from her sons today. It was a wonder they’d been as agreeable as they had for much of the day. Accepting a new hat from an old friend of hers was one thing. It was another thing entirely to include the same friend in their family traditions—like prayer over a meal.
* * *
Tucker had been leaning back with one leg crossing the opposite knee before the food arrived. He’d pulled his chair closer to the table as the waitress retreated behind the still-swinging door. His hands held the edges of his chair. Looking up, he met Daisy’s gaze and saw her intent. Unfamiliar with his new family’s mealtime expectations, the cowboy turned to each boy and took the offered hand.
“Will you give thanks, Tucker?” Daisy asked.
“Hmm-hmm.” Tucker cleared his throat. He wasn’t accustomed to praying aloud. “Dear, Lord. Thank You for this bountiful supper. We thank You for Your protection and guidance. Help us all to follow You in everything we do and to be good examples of Your love. Amen.”
“Amen,” Daisy said with the boys before they all tucked into the delicious food.
“This is a fine supper. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.” Tucker put a bite of bread in his mouth.
Daisy agreed with him. “The roast is so tender. I would never have had time to cook something this nice for us tonight. Not starting so late in the day.”
He was glad to see her enjoying the meal and kept the conversation away from anything that would spoil it for her.
Careful of Daisy’s admonishment to mind their manners, the boys didn’t talk because they were too busy eating. Only after John finished the meal and put his fork down, did he speak.
“That was good!”
“I really liked it, too. But I like Momma’s best.” James joined the conversation.
“That’s very sweet of you, James. Thank you. It was a fine supper.” Daisy took her napkin from her lap and folded it neatly before laying it on the table. “Now let’s go see what we need from the general store before we head back home.” She moved to push her chair back.
“We haven’t had dessert yet.” Tucker had watched her speech and knew she was trying to set the agenda again. He knew she liked to know all the details beforehand, but he wanted to surprise her.
“Dessert?” two boys chimed in unison.
“Cake, actually.” Tucker caught the attention of the waitress by lifting one hand.
“Yes, sir? Are you ready now?” she asked as she approached the table.
“I believe we are. Thank you.”
The waitress cleared away their plates and disappeared into the kitchen.
Tucker watched Daisy as the door opened again, and the girl turned toward their table.
“It’s the most beautiful cake I’ve ever seen.” Smooth white icing with intricate layers of piping created a look of lace. “I’ve heard of the hotel’s reputation for great desserts, but never seen one.” Her face glowed with admiration for the unexpected treat.
“Would you like me to serve you, or would you prefer to cut it, ma’am?” the waitress asked while setting dessert plates on the table.
“I think we can manage, thank you.” Daisy reached for the knife and hesitated. The waitress left them. The boys were wide-eyed at the cake. Tucker sat leaning back with his arms folded across his chest, smiling.
“You did this,” she accused. “How?”
“I confess. I stopped in on my way through town and asked about a special dessert before I went to your place to propose. I thought it would make a nice ending to the day.” He was pleased by their reactions.
“What if I’d said ‘no’?” Daisy pointed the knife at him teasingly.
“Oh, I thought you’d come around to your papa’s way of seeing things.” He couldn’t stop the grin that pulled at the corners of his mouth.
“I see,” Daisy said before slicing a substantial slab of cake. “We’ll just have to see about how well you can predict my thinking in the future.” He heard the taunting tone in her statement as she passed a dessert plate to him.
Tucker smiled. “I fully expect to be challenged on a regular basis. And I expect to rise to the occasion.” Using the side of his fork, he cut off a large bite of cake and paused before putting it in his mouth. “Don’t forget I’ve known you for a long time. I know a lot about how you can be.” His smile almost became a smirk, effectively returning her challenge and making her smile.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She cut practically identical pieces of cake for the boys. Tucker imagined equality was the only road to peace between them.
Daisy served herself, and Tucker watched her savor the sweet dessert with all the fervor of the twins. While they ate, he remembered how he’d once hoped for a strong and healthy marriage with this beautiful woman. If she’d been older, he would have told her how he felt. Before she had ever met Murdock. Now he knew that even after she had time to grieve the loss of her first husband, Murdock would always be her one true love.
Falling for Daisy all those years ago was the last time he’d risked trying to find lasting love. As a boy, he’d seen his mother never recover from the loss of his father. He also watched Daisy’s father choose to live alone after losing his wife. He wouldn’t let himself dwell on how he’d learned firsthand the power of someone’s first love. Rejection was hard to live with. It was harder to leave behind. He vowed never to put himself in that position again. He would be Daisy’s friend—but nothing more.
Chapter Three (#ulink_fe26e732-d785-58e7-a04b-f6a1315e87b7)
Daisy held the edge of the seat as Tucker pulled the reins and stopped the wagon in front of the general store. James and John leaped to the dirt and assisted their mother from the wagon.
“Good job, boys. I’ll be back as soon as I’ve taken care of a few errands.” To Daisy he said, “Get whatever you need. I’ll stop in and settle up when I get back.” Tucker signaled Mack, and the wagon lurched forward.
James and John each grabbed one of Daisy’s hands and tried to pull her into the store. “Come on, Momma. We can help you shop. Mr. Tucker says we’re good shoppers. He says we got good taste.” James rattled away as usual.
Daisy resisted their pull long enough to see her wagon turn right at the corner. Tucker could be going almost anywhere. Pine Haven consisted of two intersecting streets lined with businesses that served the small, growing community. Pine Haven Church sat at the opposite end of the street Tucker had turned on, and the livery was at the other end. The general store was just shy of the main crossroads.
Standing on the porch of the general store, Daisy wondered what business Tucker could be conducting. He’d turned in the direction of the bank and the lumber mill. There was also a post office and a blacksmith in that area. Or could he be going to the livery? He’d mentioned wanting to purchase horses. They hadn’t discussed money yet. Daisy hoped he wasn’t going to take on too much without at least talking to her. She’d always known what Murdock was doing with their money. Was Tucker a man who considered their money to be his money? Did he think a woman should leave matters of business to the man? Murdock had taught Daisy how to keep the financial records for their cotton crop. She was well versed in the costs of farming, how to balance the funds to make it from one harvest to the next and how to survive lean times.
Feeling a tug on each hand, Daisy followed James and John into the store, still thinking about Tucker’s errands. For all their past friendship, there was a lot Daisy didn’t know about the man who was now her husband.
* * *
Tucker opened the door of the sheriff’s office and stepped into the dank atmosphere. The two small cells on the back wall each had a tiny window lined with bars to prevent escape. Minimal light came through the dirty front window. The smell of gun oil and dust assailed his nostrils. A man sporting a heavy mustache and several days’ growth of beard dozed behind the massive wooden desk. The tarnished star on his vest was the only clue the unkempt man was indeed the sheriff. He was of an indiscernible age somewhere between thirty and fifty. The chair creaked under his weight as he shook himself and lowered the front legs to the floor at Tucker’s appearance.
“Sheriff Collins?” Tucker extended his hand. “I’m Tucker Barlow.”
The sheriff fumbled to his feet and squinted at Tucker from beneath scraggly eyebrows. “What can I do for ya?” His face remained wrinkled as he stirred himself from sleep.
“I’m new in town. Just wanted to stop by and introduce myself. I married Daisy Mosley earlier today. I understand you’ve been searching for the men who killed her first husband.”
“Yep.” Sheriff Collins sat back in his chair. “Wanna sit? Sorry you caught me nappin’. I’ve been up late most nights trying to keep an eye on things in case those thieves head back this way.”
Tucker took the offered seat. “Have you had any success?”
“Not much to go on. The sheriffs from the counties around us haven’t been able to help me, either. Nobody’s seen nothin’. I sent out flyers and telegraphed everybody I figured would know something. Even got the Rangers lookin’ into it for us. Only know more horses were taken from a county south of here. Owners weren’t home so nobody got hurt.”
“What about clues from the Mosley farm? Did they leave any signs of who they were?”
“We know for sure there’s two of ’em. Know that from the horseshoe prints they left. Murdock’s horses was shoed here in town. Blacksmith here knew which marks was from Murdock’s horses and which ones wasn’t. Tracked ’em to the creek at the edge of the property, but lost ’em. They knew to get in the water and ride. Smart thieves, too. Murdock had some good horseflesh. I want you to know we’ve done all we could. It’s hard when nobody saw or heard what happened. The little missus was in town with her boys.”
“Will you let us know if you hear anything? I’d like to see these men brought to justice. I hate to think of them hurting other people like they did the Mosley family.” Tucker stood and put his hat back on his head.
“I’ll sure do it, Mr. Barlow. You take care out there. Don’t like them fellas being on the loose myself.” Sheriff Collins leaned the chair back and propped his feet on the desk again. “I been especially worried ’bout the missus and those cute little boys. Didn’t want no more harm to come to ’em.”
“I’ll be protecting them now. By the good Lord’s help, we’ll be fine.”
* * *
An hour later Tucker returned to the general store. Daisy stood at the porch railing, her toe tapping the boards, impatience growing by the minute. She and the boys had finished their shopping within twenty minutes. The twins’ restlessness with waiting caused her to send them across the street to the Ledford Dressmaker Shop. Milly Ledford had a son, Reilly, who was a year younger than her boys. They were playing upstairs in the Ledfords’ living quarters.
“Ahh, you’re ready. I’m glad. It’s going to be dark soon. I didn’t want to have to wait long.” Tucker pulled the large brake handle and vaulted from the wagon to the ground in front of her, smiling. “What do I need to load up?” He was looking around for her purchases. “And where are James and John?”
“Ready?” The word came out slowly. Daisy took a deep breath. “Yes, you could say we’re ready. We have been for the better part of an hour.” She indicated a small package wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. There was also a crate with a few grocery staples. “The boys could only be still so long. I sent them across the street to play with a friend.”
“Will you get them while I go in and settle the bill?” Tucker set the crate over the side of the wagon and brushed his hands together to remove the dust.
“I’ll get them now.” Daisy descended the two front steps, pretending she didn’t see his offered hand. “But the bill is already settled.” Daisy kept walking without looking back. She disappeared inside the dress shop for the briefest moment and then returned to the wagon.
Tucker reached out a hand to help her, leaning in closely to speak softly against her golden hair so only she could hear. “I told you I’d settle the bill.”
“I already had it covered.” Caught off guard by his sudden nearness and not wanting to fall and embarrass herself, she was forced to accept his hand to climb up and take her seat.
“It’s my responsibility to provide for the family. I can pay for the things we need.” Tucker climbed into his seat and took the reins.
“I have already made provision for the things we will need until next year’s harvest. You don’t have to spend your money on us.” Daisy’s stubborn streak refused to allow her to relinquish complete responsibility for her family.
“We’re in this together now, Daisy. I know your stubbornness has helped you survive all you’ve been through. I admire your strength and spirit, but we’ve got to work together now. We can’t build a future if you refuse to let me help. I didn’t sign up to be a farmhand. I signed up to be your husband.”
Daisy sat with her back straight in stony silence. Part of her knew he was right. She finally looked at him. “I’ve had to do everything on my own since Murdock died.”
“I understand that. I’m only saying you’re not alone anymore. I’m here to help.”
The boys sprinted out of the dress shop, yelling their goodbyes to Reilly and Mrs. Ledford, before jumping into the back of the wagon.
“Whoa, there, boys. Be careful. Your momma has her packages back there. And there’s a crate of mine that I don’t want you to get hurt on.” Tucker admonished the twins and released the brake. Once again he took the lead in instructing the boys.
“What did you get, Mr. Tucker?” James couldn’t resist being nosy.
“Just some things I’ll be needing at the house, James, nothing for you to concern yourself about. You boys have a seat. I’m going to press Mack to get us home before dark. Hang on.” With a crack of the reins they were soon leaving town in the distance.
The sun was just visible on the horizon when Tucker turned the wagon onto the lane that led to their cabin. The boys had again fallen asleep. This time they’d covered their faces with the new hats. Daisy smiled at their attempts to appear grown as she roused them before Tucker had a chance to speak.
“James and John, we’re home. I need you to wake up and help with the wagon.”
Sleepy boys in rumpled clothes leaned over the back of the seat to collapse on Daisy’s shoulders. “Momma, do we have to help? I’m tired.” James buried his head in her sleeve.
“Yes, you do. Mr. Tucker is tired, too. He’s been traveling for several days. You can help with the wagon and see to the animals. Then you can go to bed. If you hurry, I’ll have milk and another piece of cake waiting for a snack.”
Everyone carried something into the house when the wagon came to a stop. The waitress had boxed the remainder of the cake before they left the restaurant, and Tucker had stowed it safely under Daisy’s seat.
“Boys, I’ll unhitch the wagon while you see to your regular nightly chores. Let’s see who can get to the cake the fastest.” Tucker challenged the twins, who responded more for the cake than the challenge. He laughed when they stirred up a trail of dust in the evening twilight as they ran to check their animals.
Tucker turned to Daisy as she moved to close the door from inside the cabin. “I’ll be a few minutes. I’d like another slice of cake, too. After the boys are in bed, I’d appreciate it if you and I could visit for a bit.”
Daisy stood in the doorway framed in the glow of the lamp she’d lit on the table behind her. “Okay. We certainly have a lot of catching up to do.” She closed the door softly. Leaning her forehead against the door, she heard him whistling a happy tune as he stepped off the porch.
* * *
Icing on the tip of John’s nose let Tucker know the boys started eating their cake before he finished his chores. James was putting his empty plate and cup in the dishpan on the cabinet under the front window. Tucker hung his hat on the highest peg inside the front door.
“That’s papa’s peg,” James spouted. “No one hangs their hat there but my papa.”
Tucker stood still, assessing the situation. Daisy turned from where she was stoking the fire and put the poker aside.
“James. Be quiet,” Daisy cautioned her eldest.
“But it’s Papa’s peg. Not Mr. Tucker’s. He can’t take Papa’s place.” The youngster was working himself into a panic. His breathing was starting to come in short rasps, and his shoulders started to shake.
“James, I’m not trying to take your papa’s place.” Tucker said, as Daisy put an arm around James’s shoulder.
John started to whimper at the table. He put his head down on crossed arms and began to cry in earnest.
“Oh, boys, don’t cry. Tucker is here to help us. Not to take your papa’s place.” Daisy steered James to the table and sat on the bench between them, gently rocking with an arm of comfort around each son.
Tucker sat at the head of the table. “Your momma’s right. I’m not here to take anyone’s place. Only to help.”
“But now you’re sitting in Papa’s chair,” James wailed. “And you whispered in Momma’s ear while we were in town. You’re doing all the things our papa did!” John continued to weep, but didn’t say anything. Daisy looked at Tucker over the tops of their small heads. He saw the pain in her eyes.
“Look at me, boys.” Tucker’s tone was gentle, but firm. Two blond heads tilted upward. Tears still flowed, but they were silent now. “No one can take your papa’s place. He was a fine man.” James sniffed loudly and wiped his face with the sleeve of his nightshirt. “I knew your papa. I met him years ago when he started courting your momma.” John dried his eyes. Tucker had their complete attention.
“You did?” This quiet question came from John.
“I did.” Tucker nodded. “I remember the first day he came to see your papa Warren and ask if he could come calling on your momma. He was tall and lean. A handsome young fellow, about twice your age, I’d say.” The twins sat up to listen. Daisy’s arms fell to her sides, and her eyes misted over as he continued telling his story.
“He was wiry, but strong. Went right up the front steps, took off his hat and rapped with the knocker. Your momma came to the door, all shy and sweet. Her hair was down and full of curls. She was wearing a blue dress the color of the sky in springtime. Her eyes sparkled, and her face went all pretty and pink when she saw it was your papa on the porch.” Daisy’s eyes widened in wonder. Tucker knew she’d been unaware he’d stood just inside the barn door watching the events unfold that day. She only had eyes for Murdock then.
“Really? Tell us more!” James was intrigued.
“Well, I couldn’t hear what he said, but I saw your momma go inside and come back with your papa Warren. He walked outside, and him and your papa took a walk down by a stream that runs by your momma’s old home place. They were only gone a few minutes. I could see your momma peeking through the parlor curtains trying to see what they were doing. She was trying to be all sneaky and hide, but I could see her. She never has been much for waitin’ and seein’. She always wants to know what’s happening right when it’s going on.”
Daisy’s mouth dropped open as if to refute him, but closed when he met her stare and raised his eyebrows. The twins chuckled. Tucker figured they knew this firsthand, but that no one had ever described her like this.
“What happened next?” John asked quietly.
“Seems like I remember your papa whooping out loud and slapping his hat against his leg. Then he turned and started to trot up the hill back to the house. But he stopped real sudden like and hollered down the bank at your papa Warren. ‘Thank you, sir!’ he said. Then he broke out in a run and took the porch steps two at a time. You would’ve thought the knocker was gonna break right off the hinge the way he beat on that door.” Everyone laughed at that.
“What did Momma do?” James interrupted, again showing his inherited impatience.
“James, your momma’s a lot like you, I think. She’d seen your papa celebrating and must have figured out her papa had permitted their courting. She was at that door swinging it open so fast your papa almost fell in when she opened it. She was grinning from ear to ear. I’ve never seen her look happier. Except on the day she married your papa.” Silence settled over the small group as they each absorbed the sweet memory he’d shared.
“So you see, I know how special your papa was to your momma. And I know what a good man he was, or your papa Warren would never have let him court your momma. I watched them court and saw their relationship grow into a deep love. That’s something special. Not everybody gets to love, or be loved, like that. Your papa was always good and kind to your momma. It was obvious to me, and anyone else who took the time to notice, that your momma and papa were meant for each other.”
Seeing her true love for Murdock had prevented Tucker from declaring his own love for Daisy back then. He had loved her so much he wanted her to be happy. Even if that happiness came from her being with Murdock. He remembered the ache in his chest that day. His heart had started to grow a protective shell as his hope of having Daisy for his wife had been extinguished.
“Out of respect for their relationship, I promise I won’t try to take your papa’s place. But I’m your momma’s friend—have been for many long years. I came here because I care about her, and I care about you boys. Do you think you could grow to respect me as your momma’s friend and someone who cares about all of you?” Tucker waited while the boys thought. He looked at Daisy. Tears slid down her cheeks.
“Yes, sir. I believe we can.” James answered for both twins. John nodded his agreement. “But what about Papa’s hat peg and his chair at the table?”
“Well...” Daisy spoke for the first time since Tucker had started his story. “Since Mr. Tucker and your papa were friends, do you think Papa would be okay with letting Mr. Tucker use things that he used, since Papa’s in heaven and won’t be needing them for himself?”
“It hurts so much that he’s never coming back, Momma.” John’s broken heart seemed to cry out for the papa he could no longer see and touch.
“I know, John.” Daisy pulled him close. “Papa didn’t leave because he wanted to, but we know he’s safe with Jesus. He’d want us to be happy and make new friends and build new relationships. Mr. Tucker has been my friend for a long time. I’m sure your papa’s glad he’s come to help us. I think it would be okay with your papa for us to share his things with Mr. Tucker.”
“If you’re sure,” James said.
“I’m sure.” Daisy hugged both boys close.
“Okay,” John added.
Daisy stood up and patted her hair smooth. “I think it’s time for the two of you to get to bed. Tell Mr. Tucker good-night.”
Watching the three of them go into the boys’ room, Tucker almost wished his heart hadn’t frozen over when Daisy married Murdock. But experience taught him that Daisy would never love anyone the way she had loved Murdock. His heart was better left cold, rather than warming only to be rejected yet again.
Chapter Four (#ulink_1f8d1d6c-513a-57fb-860e-33eca893a801)
Daisy joined Tucker in the front room after settling the boys for the night. She sat in her rocking chair near the fire. The night had cooled to a chilly temperature. Tucker sat on the other side of the fireplace in Murdock’s chair. The warm glow of a lamp cast the room in shadows.
Her family had happily shared this small space for many years. This morning it had seemed cavernous without Murdock. Tonight it felt suddenly cramped. Tucker was a big man. His presence and person would be impossible to ignore in the confines of the room.
“They are finally asleep. It was quite a day for them.” Daisy stared into the fire. She noticed Tucker had added more wood to it and stacked several logs on the hearth to be used during the night, if necessary. His act of kindness made her realize how bone tired she was. Carrying the load alone for almost a month had taken a toll on her body and mind.
“It was quite a day for all of us, Daisy.” Tucker leaned forward and placed his elbows on the arms of the rocker. “You’ve got to be as exhausted as those boys.”
“I am tired.” Daisy leaned her head back against the chair and closed her eyes while still rocking the chair. Moments later she started slightly. Tucker stood over her with a hand on her shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I must have drifted off.” Daisy shook her head. “Please forgive me. I can make us some coffee.” She moved to get up from her chair.
“No need.” Tucker took his hat from the peg by the door. “I enjoyed the evening with you and the boys. I’ll leave you to get some rest.”
“Oh, I hadn’t thought. Where will you sleep?” Daisy said in a small rush. “I can fix a place for you here between the fireplace and the front door. Or you can take the bed, and I can make a pallet with the boys.” She started to chatter nervously, having only now thought about sleeping arrangements and what Tucker might expect.
“Relax, Daisy. I’ve already fixed a place in the barn. I’ll stay there for now. You go to bed.”
“You can’t sleep there. It’s cold, and the animals are there. It’s not right.”
“I’ll be fine. I’ve slept with animals more times than I can count. They’ll help keep the barn warm. It’s not too cold out tonight. We’ll get something more permanent figured out soon. Now get to bed. Bolt this door after I go. I don’t want to take any chances with your safety.” Tucker opened the door. The night breeze found the opening and stirred the flame of the lamp on the table.
“Tucker?” Daisy stopped him with a hand on his sleeve as he put his hat on.
He turned and looked down on her with green eyes. “Yes, Daisy?”
“Thank you for what you told the boys about their papa.”
“Glad to do it. Their papa was a good man. They need to know I’m not trying to take his place.” He patted her hand and lifted it from his sleeve.
“I didn’t know you’d seen all that, much less that you’d remember.” Daisy spoke quietly.
“I remember a lot of things from back then, Daisy.” He touched her cheek with the back of his hand. “Sleep well.” Tucker stepped onto the porch and pulled the door closed behind him.
After she slid the bolt in place, Daisy heard his boots descend the steps. The lonely strains of his whistled tune barely reached her ears.
How could she have fallen asleep on her wedding night? Of course, it wasn’t a real wedding night, but it was still an important day for both her and Tucker. She knew his life had changed today in ways he could not have imagined. He’d never been married. He didn’t know firsthand about the responsibilities of a family. This wasn’t like signing on for a cattle drive that ended with a sale and profits. Would he be sorry when he found out that the work never ended and the goals were so long-term, they seemed illusive in the good times and unattainable during the hard times?
* * *
“Anybody awake in there?” Tucker called out the next morning and knocked again on the front door of the cabin.
“We’re up.” He heard Daisy’s muffled voice. “John, open the door for Mr. Tucker.”
The bolt slid and John pulled the heavy door open. Tucker watched in amusement at the flurry of activity inside.
Daisy set the coffeepot on the stove. “James, run down to the smokehouse and bring me a slab of bacon. John, you get us some eggs.” She was grabbing a bowl from the shelf when James grumbled.
She pointed a wooden spoon at the oldest twin. “We’re running late today. Skedaddle.”
Tucker entered the cabin and took off his hat. He hesitated before he hung it on the controversial peg. “Morning, James. John.” The boys watched and looked at each other and then their mom. Silent agreement passed among them all. The issue of Tucker using their papa’s things was settled.
Both boys headed for the door. “Morning, Mr. Tucker!” they shouted in unison as they raced to see who could get to the outhouse first before retrieving the items Daisy needed for breakfast.
Tucker laughed and reached for a mug on the shelf above the stove. He grabbed a towel to protect his hand and poured himself a cup of coffee before going to look out the back window.
“Sorry to wake you by chopping wood so early, but daylight is limited this time of year, and there’s a lot of work to be done.”
He turned from the window near the foot of her bed, noticing she hadn’t taken the time to straighten the quilt. He could see the imprint where her head had rested on the pillow. He stepped around the chest that held her most precious possessions, remembering the day he’d gone to town for her father and picked it up from the general store. Mr. Warren had ordered it for her sixteenth birthday. The same year she’d met Murdock.
How ironic that God had brought him to this place. After giving up hope of ever having Daisy for his wife, he’d resigned himself to live life alone. Now God had put him in a place where he and Daisy were together, but neither of them could love the other. He’d proposed to a young woman long ago. Alice Fields’s abrupt dismissal of his heart in favor of a former beau had shown him the depth of a woman’s first love. Then he’d allowed himself to grow fond of Daisy, but never told her. Now her heart would always belong to Murdock, and his had long since retreated into the hollow of his soul—never to risk rejection again.
Daisy’s voice broke into his thoughts. “I’m sorry things are so behind. I’ve done the best I could, but it’s really more than one person can keep up with. James and John do their best, but they’re so young.” She opened the oven and put a pan of biscuits inside.
The front door blew open, and James dropped the bacon on the cabinet beside the dishpan. Just as quickly, he trotted back outside.
“Eager, isn’t he?” Tucker observed.
“He knows he has to do his chores and lessons before he gets any free time. He likes to get as much done before breakfast as possible. It makes him feel like he’s got some say in the latter part of his day.” Daisy was slicing the bacon and laying it in the bottom of a hot skillet. The sizzling sound promised to become a delicious smell soon.
“He’s a lot like you.” Tucker had removed the ashes from the fireplace and put in fresh wood for the evening. He took the ash bucket to the front porch to empty later. John came in with a basket of eggs and left to help his brother in the barn.
“What makes you say that?”
“He’s always asking questions, always seems to be taking charge, and just a little impatient.” Tucker teased her with his observations about James. “Not that those are bad things.”
Daisy turned with one hand on her hip and the butter dish in the other. “If you mean he’s constantly aware of what’s going on around him, learning by inquiring, has good leadership skills and doesn’t like to waste time, then, yes, he is like me.” Daisy set the butter down on the table with a thud to punctuate her speech.
“See. My point exactly. He’s a lot like you.” Tucker opened the door when he heard James coming up the steps with a fresh pail of milk. James set the pail on the cabinet and went to wash his hands behind the screen. John was only steps behind his brother.
Tucker poured milk for both boys and coffee for Daisy. Then he refilled his own mug. The boys sat on their bench, and Daisy put the last of the food on the table and took her place on the end, by James. The twins and Daisy joined hands. John was seated next to Tucker and reached for him. Tucker couldn’t resist smiling at the quiet child and took his hand. Daisy and the boys bowed their heads.
Tucker took the opportunity to study her. Tresses of golden hair escaped the bun twisted at the nape of her neck. Her face was hollow from the grief she’d suffered. Her freckles stood out against pale skin. One small hand held the hand of James. The other lay on the table, and his mother’s ring caught the shaft of morning sun that peeked through the window. The whole picture painted a stark reminder of the toll a person suffered on losing their true love.
Daisy lifted her head and caught him staring. She indicated that he should pray. Raising her eyebrows higher and leaning her head toward the boys, she let him know she was asking for the sake of the twins. Tucker bowed his head.
“Lord, we thank You for all Your blessings. Thank You for the food, and help us to make the most of this day You’ve given us. Amen.”
Daisy and the boys added, “Amen.” She was looking his way when Tucker reached for the biscuits, and she smiled her thanks.
It might take Tucker a while to adjust to the day-to-day workings of family life, but that’s what he’d come here to do. Would Daisy be willing to adjust to him? He could see them beginning to rebuild their friendship from the past. He hoped she never expected more than that, because that’s all he had left to give.
* * *
After breakfast Tucker disappeared into the barn. Between breakfast and lunch during the week, Daisy did lessons with the boys. When Murdock had been killed, the twins were terrified of leaving her alone. She’d agreed to let them school at home until after Christmas. In just over two months they would head to the town school every morning. She hoped the thieves would be found by then.
She cleared away the dishes while James and John brought their books to the table. Watching out the window while she washed the last of the dishes, Daisy caught sight of Tucker riding out the back of the barn in the direction of the creek on the rear of the property.
“Did you boys tell Mr. Tucker where the creek is?” Daisy dried her hands, untied her apron and hung it on a peg to dry. She joined James and John at the table.
“Yes, ma’am. He asked us all kinds of questions yesterday on the porch while you were getting ready for the wedding.” James climbed onto the bench and opened his speller. “We told him about the fence line from the ranch next to us, and about the pond where we go swimming in summer and even about how far the cotton fields go out toward the Dixon place.”
“James told him lots of stuff. I still don’t know how to talk to him much, Momma, but I’m trying real hard to like him because he’s your friend.” John had opened the Bible to find the place they would pick up their reading today.
Daisy pushed the curling edges of John’s hair out of his face. “Thank you for trying, John. Mr. Tucker is a good man. I know you’ll both grow to like him. It’s okay to answer his questions. He has a lot to learn about our farm.” Daisy added quietly to herself, “And us.”
* * *
Tucker joined them for lunch. They ate the rest of the bacon and biscuits from breakfast. A piece of wedding cake prevented the lunch from being ordinary.
“We’re going to miss this cake when it’s gone.” Daisy covered the remaining cake and put it on the cabinet under the window.
“You can make us something sweet, Momma. You’re the best cook ever!” James licked icing from the corners of his mouth and headed for the door. “Can I go finish my chores now? I’m thinking I might want to go fishing later.”
“Go ahead. Just don’t leave to go fishing without coming to the house and letting me know first.” Daisy poured water from a bucket into the dishpan. “John, you go with your brother. You’ve both studied enough for one day.”
John stacked the books and carried them to the shelf in their bedroom before joining James at the door. They both put on their new hats.
“Why don’t you save those new hats for church and trips to town? Special occasions and such?” Daisy didn’t want to see the hats come to harm during their everyday activities.
“Mr. Tucker told us these hats were for protecting our heads from the elements while we work. We’re supposed to wear ’em every day.” James adjusted his brim and looked to Tucker for confirmation. “I don’t know what elements are, but I want to be protected.”
Tucker chuckled. “I did say that. Elements are the weather. Rain, sun, heat and that sort of thing.”
“Oh,” the boys responded together.
“You’ll need to wear a bandana, too,” Tucker added. “Today’s work is going to be hot work. You can tie it around your neck, or around your head and wear it under your hat, or you can just use it to wipe your brow when you think you might be getting too sweaty.”
“That’s a great idea!” James was eager.
“But we don’t have any bandanas,” John complained.
Tucker’s gaze met Daisy’s, and without looking away from her, he asked the boys, “Did your papa have any bandanas?” She searched his eyes and saw only tenderness for her sons there.
“He sure did!” from James.
John added, “My favorite was his red one.”
“What about it, Momma? Do you think these boys can wear their papa’s bandanas while they work?” Daisy saw the twins brighten at the thought and decided it would help keep Murdock’s memory alive in their minds.
“That’s a fine idea. I’ll get them.” Daisy went into the boys’ room and came back with two bandanas. She gave the red one to John and offered a blue one to James.
“We don’t know how to tie ’em.” James wrung the fabric in his hands while John lifted the red one to his nose.
“It still smells like Papa,” John said.
Tucker approached the boys saying, “That’s the smell of a hardworking man. You’ll be smelling just like your papa before you know it.” He took James’s bandana and tied it around his neck with the knot in the back. “Working hard makes a man smell like a man.” He tied John’s bandana with the knot in the front. “What do you think?” Tucker backed away and let Daisy look her boys over.
“I think you look just like your papa. Both of you.” This drew big smiles from both boys.
“Now head on over to the barn and start putting fresh straw in the stalls. I mucked them out before lunch. We’ve got to get the barn ready for some new animals.” Tucker nudged the twins toward the front door. “I’ll be along to help in a minute. I just need to talk to your momma first.”
Happy boys bounced off the front porch, admiring each other and their new look. The hats were adjusted and the bandanas tugged until both were satisfied. Then the race for the barn ensued. Daisy smiled at them and turned to thank Tucker.
“Thank you. That was a wonderful idea.” Daisy moved to start washing the dishes and watched the boys through the window.
“It’s important for them to remember their papa. And to feel like they can be like him. I’m glad to do it. Thanks for agreeing and letting them have the bandanas.”
“They were just in the drawer. I didn’t know what to do with them.” Daisy put both hands on the cabinet and dropped her head to her chest, eyes closed, fighting back tears. Tucker came to stand behind her and put his hands on her shoulders.
“It’ll get easier. I promise. I know it’s hard right now. But you’re doing the right things. You’re letting them talk about their papa and reassuring them that he’s with the Lord.” His strong hands began to gently knead the tightness of her muscles. Daisy pulled her head to one shoulder and then the next trying to relax away her stress. Then suddenly she shrugged both shoulders to her ears and pulled away from Tucker. She went to stand on the other side of the room, putting the table between them. A shiver ran down her spine and she rubbed her arms to stop the tingling.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t relax right now. I’m so tense all the time. I feel so much pressure to make sure the farm is a success and the twins are taken care of, and now I’m so obligated to you for all you’re doing.” She raised a hand to each temple and rubbed her fingers in small circles in an effort to release the pain.
“I’m the one who’s sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Daisy. Please forgive me.” Tucker made no move toward her. He actually took a step back.
“It’s not that. I just hate that my emotions go from such grief and sadness one minute, to joy at seeing something make James or John smile the next.” She picked up the remaining plates from the table and moved toward the dishpan. Tucker moved to the door, giving her plenty of space.
“You said you had something we needed to talk about.” Daisy put the dishes in the water and began to work without looking at him. She heard him take his hat from the peg and knew he was spinning it in his hands. Daisy had noticed he often did this when he was choosing his words carefully.
“I’m getting the stalls ready for new horses. I know you said we’d have to talk about it later, but I feel we need to get things back on track as soon as possible.”
“Okay. If you think that’s best.” She began stacking the clean dishes on the shelves above the cabinet. “We can go to the bank the next time we’re in town and get the money out. I don’t keep much money here. Murdock never thought it was a good idea to keep cash around. I finally understood why on the day he was robbed and killed. Those men took a lot of things from us, but most of our money was safe in the bank.” A tear ran down her cheek. Turning her back to Tucker, she caught it with the dish towel and sniffed. Raising up to her full height, Daisy pivoted to face him again. It surprised her to see that anger virtually oozed from every fiber of the man. His red hair seemed aflame on his scalp. His nostrils flared, and he took deep breaths. She couldn’t ever remember seeing him so mad. Not even the day she shot him when her papa was teaching her to shoot.
“I will pay for the horses.” Tucker rammed his hat on his head. “And if those murderous thieves ever come near here again, I’ll see that they pay, too.” The force of the slamming door caused it to bounce open again as she watched him stomp across the yard. It took a moment for her to realize she was holding her breath.
Daisy hadn’t meant to upset him. Her papa was right. Being married to each other was definitely going to be a major adjustment for both of them. She knew he was just being friendly when he touched her, but she wasn’t ready to be touched. It was too soon. And she couldn’t let him pay for those horses. The farm expenses were her responsibility. And that temper!
Help us, Lord, or this is going to be a rough road.
Chapter Five (#ulink_5f1c69db-0164-53b3-9bed-e61dc9e7d368)
Tucker entered the barn and saw the boys had finished two of the stalls. Calming himself with great restraint he said, “Good job, men. I need to ask you something.” He stood in the middle of the barn. James and John stilled their pitchforks. “Are you good fishermen?”
“We sure are!” James bragged. “We catch something every time we go!”
“Almost every time, James,” John added. “Sometimes the fish don’t bite.”
“But that’s not our fault, so I say we catch something every time. If the fish are biting, we’re bringing ’em home.” James hesitated and looked at Tucker. “Why? You want us to teach you how to fish, Mr. Tucker? We can. I just thought you might already know since you’re so old and all.” The boy spoke with youthful sincerity. On any other day Tucker would have laughed, but right now, he just needed some time alone.
“That’s a mighty fine offer, James, but not today. I may let you give me some pointers next time. For today, though, I’d like the two of you to go see if you can bring home some supper. Part of a man’s job is to put food on the table. Think you’re up for the challenge?” He looked from one boy to the other.
“Yes, sir! We can do it.” John turned to his brother. “Come on, James, let’s get our gear. I’ll race you.” Pitchforks fell to the ground as eager boys headed to the other side of the barn for poles.
“Whoa, just a minute. There’s another important thing a man does. He takes care of his tools. Put these pitchforks away, then get your gear and don’t forget to tell your momma where you’re going. Make sure she knows I’m sending you to get our supper.”
“Yes, sir!” they said in unison. Within seconds Tucker had the barn to himself. He was so angry he knew he needed to be alone. Hoping some hard work would relieve his stress, Tucker rolled up his sleeves and finished spreading straw.
Enough bad things had happened to Daisy lately without him adding to it by showing her his anger. He didn’t know why those men came and took her husband from her and the papa from those fine boys. He couldn’t bear to see her in pain. He came here because her father asked him to, but the good Lord knew no real man could stand by quietlike while a woman suffered.
Marrying Daisy was supposed to alleviate his loneliness, not confuse him. He gained a sense of accomplishment when he helped her or the twins do something. Just being on the property to protect them brought him peace. More than once last night he’d looked out the barn door and checked to be certain everything was as it should be at the cabin. It was his duty as her friend.
But watching Daisy cry tugged at the edges of his hardened heart. That was not part of his bargain with Daisy or her father. Or God. Tucker was trying to be patient and not make her uncomfortable, but he wasn’t accustomed to a woman’s tears. It was a hard thing to watch without offering comfort. Yet she rejected his attempt to comfort her when he touched her shoulders. He’d need to remember not to do that again.
And he certainly didn’t know how to deal with a woman who wanted to handle the money! His heart broke for her over all her suffering. At the same time he wanted to grab her and kiss her senseless when she wanted to take charge of everything.
Where had that thought come from? If she didn’t want him to touch her, she sure wouldn’t want him to kiss her. And he wasn’t about to open himself up to more rejection. Better to keep a safe distance. Keep things friendly. Just not too friendly.
Lord, give me patience! And I think You better hurry.
Needing to steer clear of Daisy for a while, he tackled the broken boards on the stall in the corner because he felt the need to swing a hammer. Then he moved outside and repaired the chicken coop. He even moved the outhouse.
He worked until he was exhausted, but nothing could erase the memory of a single tear trailing down her face when she turned her back on him and refused his comfort.
* * *
Supper was fish, grits and hush puppies. James and John were praised for their success. They celebrated by finishing off the rest of the cake before the boys went to bed.
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Angel Moore
Husband by NecessityTo save her family's homestead Daisy Mosley will do whatever it takes, even if it means marrying a rugged cowboy who thinks he knows best. But though the widowed mother of two takes Tucker Barlow into her home as her husband, she isn't ready to welcome him into her heart.Tucker knows his marriage to Daisy is about convenience, not love. But after years of hiding his feelings for his childhood friend, he wants to shower her with affection and favor her twin sons with the fatherly attention he'd missed. Can he show Daisy that he is more than just a practical groom–he is a man worthy of her love?
Husband by Necessity
To save her family’s homestead Daisy Mosley will do whatever it takes, even if it means marrying a rugged cowboy who thinks he knows best. But though the widowed mother of two takes Tucker Barlow into her home as her husband, she isn’t ready to welcome him into her heart.
Tucker knows his marriage to Daisy is about convenience, not love. But after years of hiding his feelings for his childhood friend, he wants to shower her with affection and favor her twin sons with the fatherly attention he’d missed. Can he show Daisy that he is more than just a practical groom—he is a man worthy of her love?
Marrying Daisy was supposed to alleviate his loneliness, not confuse him.
He gained a sense of accomplishment when he helped her or the twins do something. Just being on the property to protect them brought him peace. More than once last night he’d looked out the barn door and checked to be certain everything was as it should be at the cabin. It was his duty as her friend.
But watching Daisy cry tugged at the edges of his hardened heart. Tucker was trying to be patient and not make her uncomfortable, but he wasn’t accustomed to a woman’s tears. It was a hard thing to watch without offering comfort. Yet she rejected his attempt to comfort her when he touched her shoulders. He’d need to remember not to do that again.
His heart broke for her over all her suffering. At the same time he wanted to grab her and kiss her senseless when she wanted to take charge of everything.
Where had that thought come from? If she didn’t want him to touch her, she sure wouldn’t want him to kiss her. And he wasn’t about to open himself up to more rejection. Better to keep a safe distance.
ANGEL MOORE
fell in love with romance in elementary school when she read the story of Robin Hood and Maid Marian. A Mills & Boon novel, usually Betty Neels, accompanied her to school every day as a teen, where she’d finish all her schoolwork and escape to a happily-ever-after world.
As a pastor’s wife she is dedicated to the work of her local church ministries, serving with the children and worship teams.
The joy of her life is her family. Married to her best friend, she has two wonderful sons, a lovely daughter-in-law, and three grands. She loves sharing her faith and the hope she knows is real because of God’s goodness to her.
Conveniently Wed
Angel Moore
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings as eagles;
they shall run, and not be weary;
and they shall walk, and not faint.
—Isaiah 40:31
To Tina James for the time and encouragement she invested in my first sale.
To the friends and family who read the drafts along the way.
To Austin for being my champion on the adventure of entering the writing world.
To Bob for believing in me and motivating me to write my first manuscript.
And to God for His mercy and constant help.
Contents
Cover (#u00c8b87e-160a-5c7f-b5d8-ebc0dab6ced6)
Back Cover Text (#u7ebabb91-ac25-5cf0-873e-aa8949e4da6c)
Introduction (#u49abd4af-d1c7-500c-98db-f49c72d0b316)
About the Author (#u5a8bf5a8-9a84-5935-9f53-e6872af4a701)
Title Page (#ubd315505-77d1-58be-8119-a907a0bada06)
Bible Verse (#u224da91f-6f60-591b-8c4e-d84b0412fda8)
Dedication (#u94e3a84a-10d2-54e8-a70f-0870f1d63709)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Epilogue
Dear Reader
Questions for Discussion
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#u34b09bad-02fd-5354-b165-098d3a4b1ec1)
Pine Haven, Texas October 1879
Daisy Mosley pulled back both hammers on the shotgun, lowered the barrel onto the windowsill and aimed at the center of the rider’s chest. No stranger had been down the lane since her husband, Murdock, had been killed by horse thieves three weeks earlier. Daisy was determined that no harm would come to James and John. She could hear the eight-year-old twins shushing each other as they scurried under her bed in the far corner of the cabin.
Watching carefully, she followed the rider’s slow approach with her gun. Very tall and broad with a straight back, a worn Stetson and red hair, he was definitely not a local. His mount was the prettiest pinto she’d ever seen. He was almost close enough for her to shoot when he stopped. He leaned forward in the saddle, his face still shielded by the Stetson.
“Daisy Marie, put that gun down before you hurt somebody.”
“Who are you?” Daisy didn’t flinch. “And how do you know my name?”
The stranger chuckled. “You know who I am. Have for years. And you know I don’t trust you with a gun. Not after what happened when your papa was trying to teach you to shoot.”
“Oh, my goodness!” In one swift movement, Daisy lowered the gun, released the hammers and put it in the rack over the mantel. “Boys, come meet Tucker Barlow!” she called to her sons as she unbolted the door and raced across the porch, barely skimming the steps.
Tucker dismounted just in time to brace against the impact of Daisy throwing herself into his arms. She remembered fondly that, even though she carried quite a lot of momentum for such a petite lady, she was no match for his strength. Not many could stand against the power of her exuberance. He lifted her and swung her around in a circle before setting her on the dusty ground. He held her hands, and she leaned back to look up at him.
“Daisy, you are a sight. And what kind of welcome was that for you to think about shooting me before I even met these fine-looking men you’ve got here?”
James and John stood behind their mother, timid of the big stranger.
Daisy withdrew her hands from Tucker’s and turned to the twins. “James, John, meet Mr. Barlow. Mr. Barlow, these are my sons.”
“Strong Bible names. Glad to meet you both.” He held out a hand for James to shake and then turned to John. “I’m glad you’ve got that freckle over your lip, John. Otherwise, I might never know who I was talking to.”
John ducked his head shyly. “It’s a birthmark. Momma said God put it there so she wouldn’t mix us up when we were babies.”
James spoke up. “If he didn’t have it, we could trick people and trade places and stuff.”
Daisy chuckled. “They look alike, but it doesn’t take long to find out how different they are.” She smiled at Tucker. “Boys, Mr. Barlow works for Papa Warren. He was a good friend to me when I was a girl. I haven’t seen him since I moved here when me and your papa got married over ten years ago.”
Looking directly at the young boys, Tucker said, “You don’t need to call me Mr. Barlow. We’re gonna be working side by side as men. You can call me Tucker.”
“What are you talking about, Tucker?” Daisy rested her hands on the boys’ shoulders as they flanked her and watched the giant stranger.
Tucker removed his hat and lowered his gaze to the ground reverently. “Your father felt it was for the best—given the circumstances and all.”
The excitement of having a visitor gave way to sadness as her little family remembered their fresh grief. Daisy appreciated Tucker’s respect of Murdock’s memory.
“Boys, why don’t you go fetch a cool drink of water from the well while me and your momma talk in private?”
Daisy nudged the twins toward the side yard and looked into Tucker’s face, shading her eyes against the sun with one hand. She didn’t remember him being so tall. “What are you talking about, ‘Papa says it’s for the best’?”
“Now, Daisy, just hear me out.” The tapping of her toe rustled the hem of her skirt. She wasn’t in the mood to be patient—not that she ever was.
“I’m waiting...” Her words provoked Tucker to explain.
“Your father came to me the day he got your telegraph about Murdock’s murder. He was so concerned about you and the boys. He wanted to know how you were holding up under such a tragic loss. Would the men who killed Murdock come back and harm you or the boys? Would you lose your land? He was beside himself.” Tucker paused as if choosing his next words carefully. “We talked for a long time that night.” Tucker stopped and drew in a deep breath.
“And...” Daisy’s toes still tapped, and now she folded her arms across her chest, anticipating she wouldn’t like the next part of the conversation.
Tucker looked at the hat in his hands and smoothed the brim. “And...” His mouth set in a firm line, and his eyes raised to meet her stare. “We think it would be best for you and the boys if you and I get married.” His words spilled out in a rush.
Daisy shook her head and turned one ear toward him with her brows wrinkled in confusion. “Who thinks what for who?”
* * *
Tucker could hear the disbelief in her voice. Thinking she might take it better when she realized it was her father’s idea, he emphasized Mr. Warren’s perspective.
“Your father—and I’ve come to agree with him—thinks it would be best if you and I get married. Today.”
“Wait just one minute. I’m not following your train of thought. Why would you think this?” Daisy said, sounding befuddled.
“Not just me,” Tucker reiterated. “Me and your father. We both know a lot about what you’re facing now. Your father lost your mother and had to raise you girls alone. He knows the pain you’re in. And my father passed away when I was young. I know how the boys are feeling.” Tucker maintained a calm demeanor. He knew how quickly Daisy could go from confused to angry or indignant. Many times he’d seen her jump from one emotion to another.
“Just because you think you know what I’m feeling doesn’t mean I need to marry you.” Daisy’s voice rose a bit.
“It’s not just about that, Daisy. You’ve got two sons to raise. You’ll need help with that.”
Tucker proceeded with caution, trying not to set her off before she understood his motive. “You’ve got the farm, too. It’s too much to do alone. I remember what my mother went through after my father died. She worked herself to death. Those boys need you.” He couldn’t imagine Daisy suffering as his mother had. He’d been too young to save his mother. But he wouldn’t risk this woman—who he’d once hoped would love him—falling to the same fate.
Daisy lowered her arms and clenched her fists at her sides. “I am managing this farm just fine. And my boys are okay, too. They’ve just been through a lot, that’s all.” Her words couldn’t hide the concern in her voice, which revealed how badly she must want to believe what she was saying. Tucker knew she wasn’t convinced. “I don’t know who put this fool notion in your head, but marriage is not what I need right now.” She stopped and thought for a moment. “And why would you want to marry me in the first place?”
“It’s not a fool notion. Your father and I talked and prayed about this before I decided to come. I’d have been here a couple of weeks ago, but it took time to tie up some business in East River.” With a grin and imploring gaze he added, “We’ve always been friends. We get along and understand one another. That’s what you need now.” He’d given up on love a long time ago. At thirty-one he knew his chance at being anyone’s true love was behind him. His youthful efforts to love and be loved had taught him well. This chance at marriage to a good friend would give him comfort from the loneliness he’d known for so long.
Daisy unclenched her fists and reached her hands to his. She went up on her tiptoes and placed a small kiss on his cheek. “Oh, Tucker. Thank you.” She spoke sweetly near his ear. “You’re such a dear friend.” She released his hands and backed away. “But I disagree with you and Papa.”
Tucker saw the resigned strength in her eyes. She’d always plowed full steam ahead into whatever she set her mind to do. No doubt she was determined to survive and take care of James and John by herself.
“Daisy, we’re concerned about you and the boys. It’s too much—”
She cut him off, her tone indignant. “Did you and Papa think you could just come here and tell me what to do like I’m still a child? I’m a grown woman with responsibilities.”
“I want to help with those responsibilities.” Tucker kept his voice calm with great effort. “Think about it. Who’d ever marry me? I’m too old and set in my ways. You and I are friends. We’ll be good for each other. I’ll help you with the boys and the farm. You’ll keep me from being a lonely old man.” He smiled, hoping to break through her resistance. “And you’re too fine a Christian woman to have a man here on the farm who isn’t your husband.”
Daisy was quiet for a moment. He saw the hesitation in her eyes as she pondered all they’d talked about.
“Tell you what. You just read this. Then we’ll talk.” He pulled an envelope from the inside pocket of his leather vest and handed it to her. “I’ll go keep the boys occupied. You come find us when you’re ready.” He settled his hat back on his head, took the pinto by the reins and headed to the well, stirring up a path of dust as he went.
* * *
Daisy turned the envelope over in her hand. The wax seal was her father’s unique design. The curling vines woven together in a heart pattern represented the things her dad loved best—his three daughters, all named after flowers and whom he collectively called “Papa’s Garden.” She walked to the porch and sat on the wooden rocker Murdock had made when he’d found out they were going to have a baby.
Daisy carefully broke the seal and removed the fragile paper. Unfolding it she braced herself for the first communication she’d received from him since his telegraph of sympathy after Murdock was killed.
Tears spilled over her lashes as she read her father’s concern by relating it to her mother’s death. They now shared the common thread of the loss of the love of their life. His words about how prayer had helped to heal his grief gave her comfort.
She pondered his main concern about the boys needing a man in their lives. Her eyes lit on the paragraph warning her she could lose her land in spite of the new laws assuring women in Texas could own land outright. Her heart clenched at the thought of losing everything Murdock had worked so hard to build for the future of their sons.
The letter ended by confirming his wishes that she marry Tucker. He wanted her to do it today, so Tucker’s presence on the farm wouldn’t reflect poorly on her reputation in town. He’d given Tucker his gift to them of money for a wedding supper to share in town that afternoon. He assured her it was all for her own good.
The sound of boots on the porch caused Daisy to look up as she finished the last line.
Tucker leaned against the porch railing and folded his arms. Pushing his hat back so she could see his face, he asked, “Well, Daisy? What do you say?”
“What do I say?” The chair rocked violently as she practically leaped from it. “What do I say?” Daisy stomped down the steps and across the yard in the direction of the barn. She caught a glimpse of the boys playing behind the corral.
Emotions raced through her mind and heart. She was reacting like the schoolgirl she’d once been. She used to tromp off into the woods to be alone when her feelings were hurt or her father hadn’t let her get her way. Oh, to be that girl again and kick against the grass and head to the edge of the stream by her childhood home after being scolded for some prank she’d pulled on her sisters. Her mind took her to the times when she needed to get some emotion or event out of her system. Tucker was a shadow in the background then. Today he followed her in silence.
Without warning Daisy turned on him. “What do I say?” She shook the letter in her hand near his face. “I haven’t even had time to process this silly idea of Papa’s, and you want to know what I say?” Just as quickly she turned and marched away.
After going only a few feet, she stopped and stared into the sky. Her vision blurred as tears filled her eyes. Sobbing and clutching the letter to her heart, Daisy wailed, “Why, Papa? Why did Murdock have to die? I miss him so badly! And I need you here now.”
Daisy felt Tucker’s hands settle on her shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Daisy. Your father’s health kept him from being here for you. His heart was breaking for you when I left. And no one knows why bad things happen like Murdock dying. Life isn’t fair sometimes. You’ve been through an awful lot. Taking care of the land and raising those boys...you shouldn’t have to do it alone.”
He gently turned her around to face him. He knelt down on one knee as he held her hands in his. “Daisy, I’m asking you to do me the honor of marrying me. I promise to take care of you and James and John. I’ll do my best to be a good husband to you. Your papa asked me to come here, but I’d be obliged if you’d let me stay.” Was there an unsettledness in his expression? What would make him want to marry a grieving widow with two young sons?
“Oh, Tucker, I can’t let you do that. You’ve got your own life to live. The boys and I will be fine.” She pulled against his grip, but he didn’t let go.
She was reeling inside. This morning she awoke with a world of responsibilities on her and God alone. Now someone was offering a lifeline of friendship and help, but she couldn’t accept. She still loved Murdock—with every piece of her broken heart.
“Daisy, I’m not doing this because your father asked me. I’m doing it because it’s the right thing to do. Think about the future...your boys...this land. Those boys need a man to look up to. I’m not their father, but I promise to be a good example to them. Your father is right about the land and the new laws. You don’t want everything you and Murdock worked for to be taken away.” He tugged gently on her hands and smiled up at her. “Please say yes. For the boys. For the land. For you. For me? I know we can make it work. We were good friends before. We can be again. But only if you want me here. I won’t stay if you don’t.”
Daisy looked into Tucker’s green eyes and saw the sincerity of his offer. Many times in her youth she had found comfort in his friendship. More than once he’d rescued her from some scheme she’d thought up, either by helping her out of the dilemma she caused or by preventing her from doing something in the first place. She knew she could trust him. Four years older than her twenty-seven, she wondered if he was still as resolute as ever. Her papa said he was a great foreman because he was quick to make decisions and to handle situations. Would he try to handle her? Or her sons?
Daisy’s mind swam with all the things she faced—twin boys to raise, running a farm, the possibility she couldn’t keep the land without a husband. She considered herself to be a strong woman, but the workload was overwhelming. She’d hoped it would ease as she adjusted to doing everything without Murdock. It hadn’t.
She also realized the value of the sacrifice Tucker was making to give up his freedom to help her raise another man’s sons. How many times as a girl had she longed for a mother? Her father had been good to her and her sisters, but she’d ached for a woman’s nurturing touch. She didn’t want her sons to grow up without a father. Tucker was a good man. But she wanted her sons to know the value of a loving marriage. Could she grow to love Tucker as she had loved Murdock? Not now. The very idea was unfathomable. Could anyone have two chances at perfection?
“Okay.” Daisy heard herself speak without realizing she was going to agree.
“Okay?” Tucker tilted his head to one side, and his brow puckered. “You’re sure?”
“Okay.” A new resolve at saying it aloud settled in her soul. “Let’s do it. Why not? I haven’t had control of anything in my life for the last month. Why should today be any different? Let’s get married.” Daisy pulled her hands free and smoothed her father’s crumpled letter. “I’m sure Reverend Dismuke will be happy to accommodate us today. He can perform the ceremony, and his wife can be our witness.”
She headed to the house almost at a trot, beckoning to the boys as she went. Then she stopped and looked at him over her shoulder. “Are you just going to kneel there in the dirt, or are you going to go get cleaned up for your wedding? You should find everything you need in the tack room in the barn.” In an instant she was off again, picking up her skirt in both hands to keep from tripping.
“Impetuous as ever,” Tucker called out behind her. The echo of his whistle caught the breeze and followed her up the porch steps and into the house.
* * *
Daisy sat at the foot of the table in the center of the small cabin. At the side of the table, James and John climbed onto the bench they had helped their father build.
“Boys, we need to talk.” She wasn’t sure exactly what to tell them first. “We’ve all been through a lot in the last few weeks. You have been such good boys. And you know I’d do anything in the world for you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” they answered in unison.
She took her father’s letter from the pocket of her skirt. “You know how happy your papa was when you did something he asked you to do?” They both nodded, then looked at each other curiously before turning back to her and crossing their arms on the table in front of them. Matching brows drew together to join mirrored frowns.
“This is a letter from Papa Warren.” She laid the letter on the table and smoothed it with her palm. A breeze lifted the lace curtain at the window by the door, causing the pages to flutter. The air’s freshness helped her draw the breath for her next bit of news.
“He wants me to do something that will help us keep our home and make a way for you boys to still have this land when you’re grown up—just like your papa wanted.” The lack of understanding in their eyes caused Daisy to move straight to the point.
“I’m going to marry Mr. Barlow.”
“Why, Momma?” There was a chorus of disbelief. “You can’t! You’re already married to Papa. You can’t marry somebody else!”
Tears formed in her eyes, to be quickly blinked away. Daisy swallowed and reached out to the twins, inviting them into her embrace. They scrambled to her, and she wrapped them in her arms. “I know you don’t understand. I did marry your papa. He and I loved each other very much.” She pulled back and cupped one chin in each hand so James and John would see directly into her eyes. “I will always love your papa—just like you will. It hurts me as much as it hurts the two of you that he isn’t here anymore. We know he’s with Jesus.”
Small tear-stained faces waited for her to continue. “Papa worked hard for this land. He wouldn’t want us to lose everything because he isn’t here anymore. That could happen if I don’t marry again. It doesn’t mean I don’t love your papa. It means I love him so much that I want to make sure his dreams come true for you boys.”
James spoke. As the firstborn he usually took the lead, and John rarely objected. “How could we lose our house, Momma?” Clearly the eight-year-old didn’t understand.
“The government controls who gets to keep a house. Ladies have problems owning land that men don’t have. It’s complicated, so you’re going to have to trust that Papa Warren knows best.”
“Are you sure, Momma?” John’s concern reflected in his small face. “Can’t we keep it? It’s ours now.”
Daisy drew the boys back into a hug and kissed both blond heads. “I wish we could, but because of the laws of the state of Texas, this is the best way. I promise.” Again she felt the press of helplessness that had threatened to overwhelm her since Murdock had been killed. It went against her stubborn nature to need someone else to rescue her.
“Mr. Barlow is a good man,” she assured. “I’ve known him for many years. He’s a godly man, like your papa. He’ll take good care of us. He’ll teach you things I can’t. Like how to plow a field or take care of a broken wagon wheel. There’s so much you’ll need to know that only a man can teach you.”
James and John leaned back and looked at her. “Are you sure, Momma?” James asked.
“I’m sure, son.” Daisy smiled at them. “And you’ll grow to love him, too. He’s a respectable man.”
The twins looked at each other in resignation and dropped their heads. Her amazement at their matching mannerisms never dimmed. “Okay, Momma. But it’s gonna take a bit for us to get used to having another man around here.” John paused. “We just got used to being the only men. Now we’ve got to train another one. He can show us how to fix wagon wheels and plow, but we’ll teach him how to take care of the farm like Papa did.”
Laughing, she released them and tussled each head with one hand. “Now I’m going to get ready for our trip to town. I need you boys to get washed up and put on your Sunday best.” She rose from the chair and smoothed her skirt. “I certainly can’t get married looking like this.” She shooed them both outside to the well.
The twins brought water in and then dressed in their room. Satisfied with their appearance, she sent them to wait on the porch.
Daisy freshened up using the washbasin and mirror behind the screen in the corner of the cabin. Murdock had given her the screen as a gift, wanting her to have some privacy in the cabin full of males. She stood back to stare at her reflection. The lost weight from the pain and stress of the past three weeks did nothing to improve her appearance. Dark brown eyes looked hollow and bruised in her slightly freckled face. The gentle wave of her blond hair pulled tendrils loose from the pins she’d pushed in this morning before attempting to do the chores of two people. The weeks without him had worn her down more than she’d realized.
Daisy knew marrying Tucker would be the easiest solution to her problems, but she wondered if she could muster the strength to go through with the wedding. She still ached for Murdock.
Tucker was a good man and a good friend. Could she be patient while he adjusted to marriage? He’d never answered to anyone except a boss. Would he be willing to work alongside her? Or would his natural tendency to take charge make her more defensive of her boys and the farm?
Lord, I’m trusting You and Papa now. I am starting to think this is Your plan for my life. Help me get it right.
Taking a deep breath, Daisy went to the chest at the foot of the bed she and Murdock had shared and lifted the lid. She pulled out her best dress and, lifting it by the shoulders, let the breeze catch it as it floated onto the bed. Smoothing the soft, sea-green cotton, she thought about the last time she’d worn it. She and Murdock had gone to the spring social at church. They had strolled by the river, arm in arm, laughing and talking, while the boys played ball with their friends in the churchyard. Murdock had bought the dress for her birthday and told her to be happy on the days she wore it.
A tear slid down her cheek as she knew in her heart he’d want her to have a happy future. She would have wanted him to move on with his life if the situation had been reversed. However, knowing she should move forward was easier than actually taking the steps to do it.
Daisy wiped her face with the back of her hand. “I will not cry in the dress bought to make me happy.” And then she put it on. Could she take the joy of her past into a future that offered contentment, but not true love?
The heaviness of Tucker’s boots sounded on the porch steps as she took a final look in the mirror. Her hand trembled as she reached up to touch the delicate white lace collar at her neck—and then she saw it. Her wedding band.
Daisy’s knees buckled, and she collapsed to sit on the side of the bed. She held her hand out to look at the ring. The plain gold band had been there so long it was like a part of her. Murdock had given it to her on their first anniversary. The scratches and worn places testified to the hard work and commitment of their relationship. Spinning it on her finger and rubbing the cool smoothness of it, she blew out a determined breath and pulled the ring from her hand. She went to the chest and found the small velvet bag the ring had come in. She kissed the ring and slid it inside. With the pull of the drawstring she tied her past into a bow and lovingly placed it in the chest before lowering the lid.
Digging deep inside for energy she wasn’t sure she had, Daisy pushed against the closed chest to stand. With her shoulders back and head held high, she straightened the ribbons of the bow that held her Sunday hat in place. Numbness froze her countenance in resignation. Her father’s letter was tucked inside her small reticule for comfort as she journeyed forward into the day’s events.
Sunlight sliced into the cabin when she opened the front door.
* * *
James and John sat on the front steps, looking into the fields. Tucker leaned against the porch railing staring at the door. He stood to his full height as Daisy joined them on the porch. Hat in hand he smiled at her.
“Miss Daisy, you look lovely.” He took a step closer to her and hesitated, turning the Stetson in his hands. “I took the liberty of hitching my horse to your wagon for the trip into town.”
With a curt nod in his direction, Daisy said, “Thank you, Tucker,” before turning to her sons. “Well, boys, let’s go. Hop up into the back of the wagon.” Daisy set the boys into motion with her no-nonsense tone. Hands in his pockets, James kicked at the dirt as he walked. John scampered ahead of his brother and vaulted into the wagon.
Daisy cautioned her eldest. “James, mind your manners and do as you’re told.”
His “Yes, ma’am” was muttered so quietly Tucker almost couldn’t hear it. Tucker walked down the steps ahead of her and turned to offer his hand as she followed. He didn’t meet her gaze. He took her small gloved hand in his calloused one and assisted her down the steps. She immediately withdrew it when her feet touched the ground. He watched her twist the drawstrings on her reticule around her fingers as they slowly walked to the wagon.
Again Tucker offered a hand to steady her as she climbed into the wagon. Again she permitted only the briefest of contact and settled into the seat while he walked in front of his horse to climb up beside her. He was a bit surprised by how quickly she’d agreed to marry him. When it was all said and done, he was a friend from so far in her past she had not recognized him when he rode onto her land a mere hour ago.
Grabbing the reins and sending the horse forward, he said, “I’ll see about getting a couple of horses next week. We’ll need them for working the farm. Mack here is more for riding than pulling a wagon. He’s a ranch horse.”
Daisy kept her eyes straight ahead and her voice low so James and John wouldn’t hear her above the sounds of the wagon on the narrow lane leading to the main road. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to keep to the topic of the day. We can talk about such business later. I don’t want to remind the boys of the loss of their papa and our horses.”
“Good idea.” Tucker matched her volume. “I’m sorry I brought it up.”
“It’s not a problem,” she said between taut lips. “It’s just that so much is happening today. I don’t want to add to the weight of all that’s already on their minds. They’ve had a rough go of it.”
“I understand.” He turned the wagon onto the main road and signaled his horse to pick up speed as they headed toward town. They traveled in silence for a few minutes.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to be married in the church, not the parsonage.” Daisy began to rattle off details for the afternoon’s agenda. “We can have a nice supper at the local hotel. It’s a very impressive establishment for a town as small as Pine Haven. The food is very good. I’d also like to stop in at the general store. The boys haven’t had a treat in a long time. I think this is just the occasion for it.”
“Whoa, Daisy. Seems like you’ve got this all planned out in your head already. Mind if I interject some thoughts?”
“Interject away.” She lifted her arm in a sweeping gesture. “It’s not like any of this was my idea in the first place. I was just trying to make the most of it.”
“Oh, good. That’ll help.” Tucker kept his eyes on the road ahead. “Sarcasm will be just the right spice to add to today. Keep it up and James will be back to kicking dirt by the time we get to town.” He grinned to let her know he was teasing her the way he had when she was a teenager. He turned and winked at her. He saw the corners of her mouth tug into a smile before he looked back to the road.
“You always had a knack for getting me out of a mood.” She settled her hands in her lap again and looked up into the bright sky, appearing to relax for the first time since he’d ridden onto the farm just after lunch. She took in a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. The boys had curled up on the hay in the back of the wagon and fallen asleep in the sunshine. Their clothes would be wrinkled, but he was glad to see they’d settled down.
“How are you, Daisy? Really?”
“I’m better now. Not over it by any means, but better. Working the farm will take the stress out of you if you let it.” The underlying sadness in her voice revealed the true depth of her pain.
“If you ever need to talk about it, I’ll listen.”
Daisy put one gloved hand on his arm and he felt her gaze on him as he drove. “I remember many times when you did just that. Thank you, Tucker.” She cleared her throat. “Not just for being a friend who’s willing to listen, but for everything. I know what a sacrifice it is for you to give up your life to help me and the boys.”
“Don’t you worry about that for one minute. I’m sorry those little fellows lost their papa. I know what it’s like to grow up without a father. You might remember mine was gone before I was old enough to know much about him. Tuberculosis took him the winter I turned five. I want to be to your sons what your father has been to me.” He tried without success to cover the gravel in his tone. She gave his arm a slight squeeze of comfort, and he continued. “I also hope to be there for you in a way my momma needed when she was trying to raise me alone. It was a hard life. One I hope to spare you from.” He cleared his throat and snapped the reins, effectively ending the conversation. “Get up, Mack. We need to get to town.”
His mother had done her best but life without a father had been difficult.
Daisy’s dad had raised his daughters with the help of a housekeeper who came during the daytime. Mr. Warren had made it seem so simple. Tucker knew that wasn’t true. Parenting was a difficult job for two parents. It was more than double the work when one parent was left to do the task alone.
He knew Daisy was strong. She’d managed to care for her boys and the farm since her husband’s death. The spiritual comfort of God and those precious boys had probably bolstered her courage. But she couldn’t survive on courage alone.
He stole a glance at her. He knew in his heart that she still loved the man in the grave at the top of the hill behind her cabin. Tucker had been her friend all those years ago. He’d come here as her friend. Would she ever see him as more that?
Chapter Two (#u34b09bad-02fd-5354-b165-098d3a4b1ec1)
Tucker pulled the wagon to a stop and set the brake in front of the general store. He called to the boys. “James and John, come with me. How would you like some candy?” Sleepiness evaporated at the promise of the treat, and the boys tumbled from the wagon.
Walking to the side of the wagon, Tucker offered his hand to Daisy. She moved to accept his help, and he could see she was surprised when he grabbed her by the waist and set her on the ground. He wondered if it was because he lifted her. Did he make her skittish? He’d have to be careful not to make her uncomfortable.
Tucker leaned close so the boys wouldn’t hear. “Do you want a few minutes to speak to the pastor before I come to the church? I can take the boys into the store and meet you later.” He knew she must be overwhelmed with the day’s events. He could see the strain on her face ease at his suggestion.
“Thank you.” Daisy gave him a slight smile. “I’ll go there now and meet you at the parsonage in a half hour. That should give me plenty of time.”
“Are you okay with all of this?” Mr. Warren had insisted the wedding take place on the day of his arrival, but Tucker was concerned about Daisy’s peace of mind.
She didn’t look at him when she answered. “Papa’s right. This really is for the best.” Was she trying to reassure him or convince herself?
“I think so, too, but I could get a room in town and stay for a few days. If that would make you more comfortable.” It would delay his start on the work he needed to do at the farm, but if it helped Daisy, he could make that small sacrifice.
“No. Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.” She shook her head, and he saw the resignation in her eyes. “There’s no need to spend money on a hotel when you’d just be coming to the farm in a few days.”
The sadness of her circumstances struck him anew. Thinking of the weight she must be under had been a driving force in his agreement to this arrangement. Her face was thin and pale. She lacked the vitality that was such a part of her personality. The sooner her life was settled, the sooner she could start to heal from her pain.
Tucker knew her sons would help to heal her heart. He hoped he could give her mind rest from the pressure of running the farm alone.
“I’ll meet you in a few minutes, then.” He nodded and looked over his shoulder to see the boys staring into the large storefront window.
“The boys can show you the way.” Daisy turned, and the heels of her shoes clicked a rhythm on the boarded sidewalk as she hurried away.
Tucker watched her go, thanking God for the opportunity to have her in his life. In the years after she’d left her father’s ranch, Tucker had kept busy with work. He’d focused on being a successful rancher and put all thoughts of love out of his mind.
He knew in his heart Daisy would never love him as she’d loved Murdock. And he certainly wasn’t interested in being a second-best husband. But he did hope her friendship would fill the aching loneliness he suffered.
* * *
“Daisy, what a lovely surprise!” Peggy greeted Daisy and ushered her into the parsonage. “David, come into the parlor. Daisy Mosley is here.” Peggy offered Daisy one of the two chairs by the front window. “Sit down and tell me how you’re doing.” Peggy sat in the other chair.
“I’m doing better. As a matter of fact, that’s why I’ve come to town today. I have news.” Daisy was interrupted when Reverend Dismuke entered the room.
“Mrs. Mosley, to what do we owe the honor of your visit?”
“I was just about to tell Peggy. I’ve received a letter from my father.”
“Does he want you to move back home?” Peggy asked anxiously.
“No.” Daisy looked from Peggy to Reverend Dismuke. “He sent Tucker Barlow. Tucker came to work for him when I was still in school. He’s been a dear friend to me and my sisters.”
“That’s seems a sound idea,” the reverend approved. “You’ll be needing a man’s help with the farm.”
“And the boys,” Peggy added.
Daisy bit her lower lip before continuing. “Papa wants me to marry Tucker. He doesn’t think it would be proper for a Christian woman to have a man on her property unless they’ve been wed. He wants to protect the boys and me from gossip.”
“Also a wise consideration,” Reverend Dismuke agreed. “People can be cruel. Children are especially vulnerable to be hurt.”
“What about you? Are you okay with this idea?” Peggy asked.
“I won’t lie and tell you it’ll be easy. I miss Murdock terribly.” Daisy reached and covered Peggy’s hand with one of her own. “But I don’t think I have a choice. Papa’s right about the boys needing a father in their lives. There’s also the question of the land.”
“You can own the land now. There’s a new law,” Peggy offered.
“It’s not been tested. I can’t risk losing everything Murdock worked so hard to give to James and John.”
“But what about...love?” Peggy wanted to know. “You can’t just marry someone to save the farm. You’ve got to consider your heart, as well.”
“Tucker’s a good man. And my father picked him. Besides, there’s more to think about than love.” Daisy tried to hide the uncertainty in her voice.
“Mrs. Mosley, may I speak frankly?” Reverend Dismuke asked.
“Of course. I trust your counsel.” Daisy waited for his next words.
“As the shepherd of this flock I’ve seen many women go through what you’re facing. Their husbands die or are killed suddenly, leaving them as widows with land and children. Many with little or no money. I have yet to see one survive without help. This is not the kind of country a woman alone can conquer safely. What if you find a way to handle everything about the farm and the boys, and then one day those thieves come back?”
“David! Don’t frighten her!” Peggy gasped.
“I’m not trying to frighten her,” he assured, “but I saw Sheriff Collins yesterday, and he still hasn’t had any success in tracking down Murdock’s killers.”
Peggy clicked her tongue in disapproval. “I’m not sure why we trust that man to protect this county.”
“He’s a good sheriff, Peggy. He’s just not much for decorum,” Reverend Dismuke disagreed.
“Well, he always looks as if he’s just rolled out of bed,” Peggy insisted. “How do we know he’s done all that can be done to find those thieves?”
“I’ve talked with him at length, and I assure you he’s doing his job. It’s just not an easy one.” To Daisy he said, “I’m sorry. I know this is very difficult for you.”
“I’ve wished a thousand times that I’d been home that day. Maybe I could have saved him.” Daisy’s remorse was palpable.
“Oh, Daisy, you can’t torture yourself like that. You and the boys could have been hurt—or worse—if you’d been there,” Peggy lamented.
“My wife is right. God was protecting you and your sons that day. I don’t pretend to understand all He does or why, but I know He had a purpose for you to be spared.” They all sat in silence for a moment.
Daisy couldn’t bear the thought of those murderous thieves returning and harming her sons. She hoped each day to hear news of their capture. Would she always have one eye on the lane while she worked? Would she be able to let the boys return to school? She wondered if they’d ever be safe again.
Reverend Dismuke was the first to speak. “I think you should accept Mr. Barlow’s offer of marriage.”
Daisy nodded her agreement. She hadn’t been able to save Murdock, but at least she could protect his sons.
“Are you sure, Daisy?” Peggy leaned over and grasped both of Daisy’s hands.
“I’ve prayed, Peggy, and I feel this is what the Lord would have me do.” The resolve in Daisy’s voice won her friend’s agreement.
“Okay, then.” Peggy sat back up straight and smoothed her dress. “Well, when do we meet this Mr. Barlow, and when is the wedding?” Peggy asked.
A knock sounded at the door.
“Now. And now,” Daisy sputtered with a laugh.
“What?” Peggy exclaimed.
“I’ll answer that. You calm down,” Reverend Dismuke teased his wife as he went to the door.
Both ladies stood as Tucker and the twins entered the room. The boys stood on either side of Tucker, making an obvious effort to stand at their full height, so much so that their small necks stretched to achieve full advantage of their stature. Small grins tugged at their matching faces, but she saw the restraint to prevent pride from bursting forth. Then she noticed the reason for this new posture. Tucker stood, hat in hand, and each boy had a smaller, though very similar hat, held in the exact way. John stole a look at Tucker to confirm he had the stance correct.
James could hold his peace no longer. “Momma! How do you like our hats? Mr. Tucker helped us pick ’em out!” He offered her a closer look without moving from Tucker’s side. “These are real Stetsons just like Mr. Tucker’s! Only they’re different ’cause everyone can make his Stetson how he wants. I like mine with the brim down, like Mr. Tucker. John likes his with the top pushed in just so. They’re great, aren’t they Momma?”
“That’s very nice, James.” Daisy touched the felt brim. “What about yours, John?” She moved to stand in front of the youngest twin.
“I like mine just fine, Momma. They were expensive, but Mr. Tucker said we needed them.” He didn’t meet her gaze. John was always cautious, and a matter was never settled for him as quickly as it was for James.
Daisy turned to Tucker, tilting her head to see into his eyes. She saw the mirth there. He was enjoying the happiness of her sons. She was grateful to see them excited. They hadn’t had a treat in a long time, and certainly nothing so grand.
“Need them?” She raised her eyebrows and waited for an explanation from Tucker. Surely he understood they didn’t have that kind of money.
Tucker stretched his neck to pronounce his height and tilted his head to one side ever so slightly. “Yes, ma’am. Every working farmer needs a good hat. These young men are no exception. It wouldn’t be proper for me to expect them to work without the tools they need.” His barely suppressed grin reminded her of the twins forced restraint. They’d only met a few hours ago, and already these males were forming an alliance she was certain she’d have to confront on a regular basis.
Looking from one to the other she addressed all three at once. “Well, I see you had a successful trip to the general store. Now it’s time for us to go to the church.”
Everyone made their way to the front door and down the steps to walk toward the church. Daisy looped her arm in Tucker’s, easing back into the friendship they’d shared for years. In a voice for his ears only, she leaned in and said, “When I said they could have a treat, I meant something like a piece of candy or fruit. I don’t know how you thought we could afford something like that.”
“Oh, they got candy, too.”
Daisy looked ahead to see both boys pulling a handful of candy from their pockets to compare.
“In the future we need to talk about things like this before they happen. And why are they calling you Mr. Tucker?” Daisy almost sounded as if she was scolding Tucker.
Leaning closer to her, without losing his grin, Tucker spoke. “There are a lot of things we’ll talk about in the future, but buying those hats was my decision, and I stand by it. And they’re calling me Mr. Tucker because I prefer it to Mr. Barlow. We’re going to be family in just a few minutes.”
“Well...” she interrupted.
He held up his free hand. “Well, nothing. You said you wanted us to stay focused on the events of today. We’ll talk about other things later, but right now...” Tucker gestured to the door of the small church that John held open for them. The others had walked ahead and were already inside. “Right now, we’re going to a wedding. And I think we both need to concentrate on that.” His fingers brushed the length of her jawline, and he smiled.
Daisy drew in a breath to calm herself. “Okay. I’ll focus.” She lifted her skirt just enough to keep from stepping on it as she climbed the steps. “But we have a lot to talk about, Tucker. And we will talk about it.” She dropped her hem and smoothed her skirt as they passed through the doorway.
“I’m sure we will, Daisy.” Tucker removed his hat and handed it to John for safekeeping during the ceremony. “I’m sure we will.” He offered her his hand, and they proceeded up the aisle.
Daisy stood beside Tucker at the altar of Pine Haven Church. She took advantage of the opportunity to study him in what must be his best shirt and trousers. The red hair had been tamed with a fresh combing. He was every inch a man—and a tall one at that. He stood a good foot taller than she did with strong shoulders and a broad chest. His boots wore a fresh shine.
James and John sat on the first bench, watching as Reverend Dismuke performed the wedding ceremony, their new hats carefully resting beside them, Tucker’s much larger hat on John’s farside. They giggled a little at first, but Tucker silenced them with a look. Daisy was surprised by how quickly he’d taken command of the boys’ behavior. She’d been prone to leniency since their father’s death. Truly things were changing today. Daisy would do her best to keep the changes at a manageable pace. The twins would need time to adjust to Tucker’s authority.
Reverend Dismuke went through the vows with great reverence, explaining the weight of the commitment of the marriage ceremony in the eyes of God.
“Tucker, wilt thou have this woman to thy wedded wife, to live together after God’s ordinance, in the holy estate of matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her, in sickness and in health, and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?”
Tucker looked at her and answered, “I will.”
Daisy, in turn, promised herself to him. With each word spoken a heaviness settled on her soul. She knew she had no choice—knew she was doing the right thing. But could she find the inner strength to build a relationship with an old friend into a marriage? Her first husband had captivated her fancy, and she’d fallen deeply in love with him. Now she stood in her church before God and witnesses and pledged to give Tucker the same commitment she’d shared with Murdock. Tucker had been a dear friend. But her husband? Never had the thought crossed her mind. Daisy was surprised by how quickly the ceremony progressed. Before she realized it the reverend asked if there was a ring. Something she hadn’t thought about.
“Oh, we don’t—” Daisy shook her head, only to be stunned into silence when Tucker pulled a ring from his shirt pocket and handed it to the preacher.
“Let us pray.” Reverend Dismuke bowed his head and spoke. “Loving God, we ask You to bless this union. Help Tucker and Daisy to grow together as husband and wife. Build a strong bond between these two souls.” Daisy felt the heat rush to her face and prayed her own prayer that she hadn’t blushed as deeply as she felt. “God help these two fine young men, James and John, to bring You honor by the way they respect their momma and their new papa.” The boys both opened their eyes at this point. “And most of all, God, we thank You for bringing these folks together as a family. May they live, as this ring represents, an endless circle of love that shines with beauty and strength. Amen.”
“Amen.” Tucker and Daisy spoke softly in unison. James and John sat in silence. Peggy wiped a tear away with her handkerchief.
Reverend Dismuke returned the ring to Tucker, who reached for Daisy’s hand. She stared at him, unbelieving, as he slipped the delicate ring on her finger. Intricately carved leaves and vines wrapped around the gold band. Tucker repeated after the minister, “With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship and with all my worldly goods I thee endow.”
Reverend Dismuke finalized their commitment by saying, “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Tucker looked to Daisy, asking permission with his eyes. Feeling it would be unfair to deny Tucker this right after all he was sacrificing for her and her children, Daisy nodded her assent with the slightest tip of her head, lowered her gaze and waited. He gently took her face in his large hands and tenderly brushed a kiss across her cheek. She opened her eyes wide and thanked him from her soul without speaking a word. His smile acknowledged his understanding of her gratitude.
As the small group left the church, Reverend Dismuke pulled Tucker and Daisy aside. “Sheriff Collins has been trying to find the men who killed Murdock. He sent word of the killing to sheriffs in the neighboring counties. I’m sure he’d be glad to meet you, Tucker. He’s been concerned for the safety of your wife and the boys.”
“Thanks,” Tucker said. “I’ll stop by his office and introduce myself.”
“He’s a bit rough around the edges, but I think he’s doing all he can.”
“I’ll see if there’s anything I can do to help him.” Tucker settled his hat back on his head. “Right now, though, I’m going to take my new family to supper. Thanks, Reverend, for your time today.”
Tucker’s words rang in her head as she walked with him to the wagon. They were a family on their way to supper. Only they weren’t an ordinary family. Nothing about this day had been ordinary.
* * *
“Boys, put your hats on the rack here by the door.” Daisy noticed Tucker hung his hat up high so the twins could use the lower pegs.
“Are we really gonna eat in the hotel, Momma?” the ever-curious James wanted to know.
“She already said so, James.” John was losing patience with his brother today.
“Yes, we’re eating here. I want both of you on your best behavior,” Daisy admonished as she pulled her gloves off and tucked them into her reticule. “Papa Warren is giving us this wedding supper as a gift. I want everyone to enjoy it. So mind your manners.”
The hostess escorted them to a table set with linen and glassware. The smell of freshly baked bread filled the room.
Tucker held a chair for Daisy, signaling the twins to wait until their mother sat. When they were all seated, a young girl wearing a starched white apron over a simple brown dress offered them menus.
Daisy skimmed the choices before looking to Tucker. “Roast beef for everyone? With creamed potatoes and carrots and some of that delicious-smelling bread?”
“Sounds wonderful to me.” Tucker closed his menu. “I think this is just the kind of place your papa had in mind for our wedding supper.”
“I wish he could be here.” Daisy’s heart ached for the comfort of her father’s love. She sniffed and straightened in her chair, neatly folding her hands in her lap. Her voice went up just a notch in tone, but not volume. “But that’s not possible, so we’ll make the most of the occasion he’s provided for us. I’ll write him a letter tonight and tell him how much we appreciate his gift.” Her head was still spinning with the knowledge that she was married again. Table conversation was a great effort, but she did want to honor her father by enjoying this meal. It was a great luxury that wouldn’t likely come their way again soon.
“I’m sure he would like to know things have worked out like he hoped. Let’s send him a telegraph on the way home. Then you can write a letter with all the details, and we can post it the next time we’re in town,” Tucker suggested.
“That’s a fine idea. Then he’ll know everything is settled, and the boys and I are safe,” Daisy agreed.
The boys grew fidgety at the table, most likely in response to all the candy they’d managed to eat by sneaking pieces whenever they thought no one was looking. Now they both had empty pockets.
“Stop kicking me.” John sent James a glare.
“I’m not kicking you.” James spoke just a little louder than John.
“That’s enough.” Tucker’s voice was even, but serious. “James, stop swinging your legs under the table. John sit up straight in your chair, and you won’t be close enough for James to accidentally kick you.” The twins immediately obeyed, looking to Daisy as their eyes worked to conceal their displeasure at his command.
Daisy was again taken aback when Tucker corrected James and John. Murdock had always left the day-to-day manners and attitudes for her to deal with. She wasn’t accustomed to someone taking over her responsibilities, and she was certain she didn’t like it.
Tucker spoke again before she could decide how to address the matter with him. “I need to take care of some business before we leave town.” The young waitress approached and filled his glass with tea. “If you need anything from the general store, I can drop you there, and you can shop. I’ll pick you up when I’m finished.” The waitress circled the table to serve the boys and Daisy before leaving.
“What kind of business can you possibly have? You just arrived today,” Daisy said, picking up her glass. James had inherited his curiosity from his mother. She’d always had a deep-seated desire to know everything that was going on around her at all times. Constant observation and well-placed questions kept her from feeling uninformed. She never liked to be caught unaware.
“Just some business matters I need to handle.” Tucker answered vaguely. “I won’t be long.”
The door to the kitchen swung open as the waitress backed through it carrying a large round tray with their food. James and John sat up eagerly to watch each plate be set on the fancy table. Daisy had instructed them on the flatware, but she knew they’d be hard-pressed to muzzle their excitement over this new experience. The waitress left after placing a large basket of bread in the center of the table next to a silver dish of fresh butter.
Daisy leaned forward and reached across the corners of the square table to take the twins by the hand. They looked at one another and then at her. She raised her eyebrows toward Tucker before they reluctantly reached their other hands to him. This was the kind of reluctance she expected from her sons today. It was a wonder they’d been as agreeable as they had for much of the day. Accepting a new hat from an old friend of hers was one thing. It was another thing entirely to include the same friend in their family traditions—like prayer over a meal.
* * *
Tucker had been leaning back with one leg crossing the opposite knee before the food arrived. He’d pulled his chair closer to the table as the waitress retreated behind the still-swinging door. His hands held the edges of his chair. Looking up, he met Daisy’s gaze and saw her intent. Unfamiliar with his new family’s mealtime expectations, the cowboy turned to each boy and took the offered hand.
“Will you give thanks, Tucker?” Daisy asked.
“Hmm-hmm.” Tucker cleared his throat. He wasn’t accustomed to praying aloud. “Dear, Lord. Thank You for this bountiful supper. We thank You for Your protection and guidance. Help us all to follow You in everything we do and to be good examples of Your love. Amen.”
“Amen,” Daisy said with the boys before they all tucked into the delicious food.
“This is a fine supper. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.” Tucker put a bite of bread in his mouth.
Daisy agreed with him. “The roast is so tender. I would never have had time to cook something this nice for us tonight. Not starting so late in the day.”
He was glad to see her enjoying the meal and kept the conversation away from anything that would spoil it for her.
Careful of Daisy’s admonishment to mind their manners, the boys didn’t talk because they were too busy eating. Only after John finished the meal and put his fork down, did he speak.
“That was good!”
“I really liked it, too. But I like Momma’s best.” James joined the conversation.
“That’s very sweet of you, James. Thank you. It was a fine supper.” Daisy took her napkin from her lap and folded it neatly before laying it on the table. “Now let’s go see what we need from the general store before we head back home.” She moved to push her chair back.
“We haven’t had dessert yet.” Tucker had watched her speech and knew she was trying to set the agenda again. He knew she liked to know all the details beforehand, but he wanted to surprise her.
“Dessert?” two boys chimed in unison.
“Cake, actually.” Tucker caught the attention of the waitress by lifting one hand.
“Yes, sir? Are you ready now?” she asked as she approached the table.
“I believe we are. Thank you.”
The waitress cleared away their plates and disappeared into the kitchen.
Tucker watched Daisy as the door opened again, and the girl turned toward their table.
“It’s the most beautiful cake I’ve ever seen.” Smooth white icing with intricate layers of piping created a look of lace. “I’ve heard of the hotel’s reputation for great desserts, but never seen one.” Her face glowed with admiration for the unexpected treat.
“Would you like me to serve you, or would you prefer to cut it, ma’am?” the waitress asked while setting dessert plates on the table.
“I think we can manage, thank you.” Daisy reached for the knife and hesitated. The waitress left them. The boys were wide-eyed at the cake. Tucker sat leaning back with his arms folded across his chest, smiling.
“You did this,” she accused. “How?”
“I confess. I stopped in on my way through town and asked about a special dessert before I went to your place to propose. I thought it would make a nice ending to the day.” He was pleased by their reactions.
“What if I’d said ‘no’?” Daisy pointed the knife at him teasingly.
“Oh, I thought you’d come around to your papa’s way of seeing things.” He couldn’t stop the grin that pulled at the corners of his mouth.
“I see,” Daisy said before slicing a substantial slab of cake. “We’ll just have to see about how well you can predict my thinking in the future.” He heard the taunting tone in her statement as she passed a dessert plate to him.
Tucker smiled. “I fully expect to be challenged on a regular basis. And I expect to rise to the occasion.” Using the side of his fork, he cut off a large bite of cake and paused before putting it in his mouth. “Don’t forget I’ve known you for a long time. I know a lot about how you can be.” His smile almost became a smirk, effectively returning her challenge and making her smile.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She cut practically identical pieces of cake for the boys. Tucker imagined equality was the only road to peace between them.
Daisy served herself, and Tucker watched her savor the sweet dessert with all the fervor of the twins. While they ate, he remembered how he’d once hoped for a strong and healthy marriage with this beautiful woman. If she’d been older, he would have told her how he felt. Before she had ever met Murdock. Now he knew that even after she had time to grieve the loss of her first husband, Murdock would always be her one true love.
Falling for Daisy all those years ago was the last time he’d risked trying to find lasting love. As a boy, he’d seen his mother never recover from the loss of his father. He also watched Daisy’s father choose to live alone after losing his wife. He wouldn’t let himself dwell on how he’d learned firsthand the power of someone’s first love. Rejection was hard to live with. It was harder to leave behind. He vowed never to put himself in that position again. He would be Daisy’s friend—but nothing more.
Chapter Three (#ulink_fe26e732-d785-58e7-a04b-f6a1315e87b7)
Daisy held the edge of the seat as Tucker pulled the reins and stopped the wagon in front of the general store. James and John leaped to the dirt and assisted their mother from the wagon.
“Good job, boys. I’ll be back as soon as I’ve taken care of a few errands.” To Daisy he said, “Get whatever you need. I’ll stop in and settle up when I get back.” Tucker signaled Mack, and the wagon lurched forward.
James and John each grabbed one of Daisy’s hands and tried to pull her into the store. “Come on, Momma. We can help you shop. Mr. Tucker says we’re good shoppers. He says we got good taste.” James rattled away as usual.
Daisy resisted their pull long enough to see her wagon turn right at the corner. Tucker could be going almost anywhere. Pine Haven consisted of two intersecting streets lined with businesses that served the small, growing community. Pine Haven Church sat at the opposite end of the street Tucker had turned on, and the livery was at the other end. The general store was just shy of the main crossroads.
Standing on the porch of the general store, Daisy wondered what business Tucker could be conducting. He’d turned in the direction of the bank and the lumber mill. There was also a post office and a blacksmith in that area. Or could he be going to the livery? He’d mentioned wanting to purchase horses. They hadn’t discussed money yet. Daisy hoped he wasn’t going to take on too much without at least talking to her. She’d always known what Murdock was doing with their money. Was Tucker a man who considered their money to be his money? Did he think a woman should leave matters of business to the man? Murdock had taught Daisy how to keep the financial records for their cotton crop. She was well versed in the costs of farming, how to balance the funds to make it from one harvest to the next and how to survive lean times.
Feeling a tug on each hand, Daisy followed James and John into the store, still thinking about Tucker’s errands. For all their past friendship, there was a lot Daisy didn’t know about the man who was now her husband.
* * *
Tucker opened the door of the sheriff’s office and stepped into the dank atmosphere. The two small cells on the back wall each had a tiny window lined with bars to prevent escape. Minimal light came through the dirty front window. The smell of gun oil and dust assailed his nostrils. A man sporting a heavy mustache and several days’ growth of beard dozed behind the massive wooden desk. The tarnished star on his vest was the only clue the unkempt man was indeed the sheriff. He was of an indiscernible age somewhere between thirty and fifty. The chair creaked under his weight as he shook himself and lowered the front legs to the floor at Tucker’s appearance.
“Sheriff Collins?” Tucker extended his hand. “I’m Tucker Barlow.”
The sheriff fumbled to his feet and squinted at Tucker from beneath scraggly eyebrows. “What can I do for ya?” His face remained wrinkled as he stirred himself from sleep.
“I’m new in town. Just wanted to stop by and introduce myself. I married Daisy Mosley earlier today. I understand you’ve been searching for the men who killed her first husband.”
“Yep.” Sheriff Collins sat back in his chair. “Wanna sit? Sorry you caught me nappin’. I’ve been up late most nights trying to keep an eye on things in case those thieves head back this way.”
Tucker took the offered seat. “Have you had any success?”
“Not much to go on. The sheriffs from the counties around us haven’t been able to help me, either. Nobody’s seen nothin’. I sent out flyers and telegraphed everybody I figured would know something. Even got the Rangers lookin’ into it for us. Only know more horses were taken from a county south of here. Owners weren’t home so nobody got hurt.”
“What about clues from the Mosley farm? Did they leave any signs of who they were?”
“We know for sure there’s two of ’em. Know that from the horseshoe prints they left. Murdock’s horses was shoed here in town. Blacksmith here knew which marks was from Murdock’s horses and which ones wasn’t. Tracked ’em to the creek at the edge of the property, but lost ’em. They knew to get in the water and ride. Smart thieves, too. Murdock had some good horseflesh. I want you to know we’ve done all we could. It’s hard when nobody saw or heard what happened. The little missus was in town with her boys.”
“Will you let us know if you hear anything? I’d like to see these men brought to justice. I hate to think of them hurting other people like they did the Mosley family.” Tucker stood and put his hat back on his head.
“I’ll sure do it, Mr. Barlow. You take care out there. Don’t like them fellas being on the loose myself.” Sheriff Collins leaned the chair back and propped his feet on the desk again. “I been especially worried ’bout the missus and those cute little boys. Didn’t want no more harm to come to ’em.”
“I’ll be protecting them now. By the good Lord’s help, we’ll be fine.”
* * *
An hour later Tucker returned to the general store. Daisy stood at the porch railing, her toe tapping the boards, impatience growing by the minute. She and the boys had finished their shopping within twenty minutes. The twins’ restlessness with waiting caused her to send them across the street to the Ledford Dressmaker Shop. Milly Ledford had a son, Reilly, who was a year younger than her boys. They were playing upstairs in the Ledfords’ living quarters.
“Ahh, you’re ready. I’m glad. It’s going to be dark soon. I didn’t want to have to wait long.” Tucker pulled the large brake handle and vaulted from the wagon to the ground in front of her, smiling. “What do I need to load up?” He was looking around for her purchases. “And where are James and John?”
“Ready?” The word came out slowly. Daisy took a deep breath. “Yes, you could say we’re ready. We have been for the better part of an hour.” She indicated a small package wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. There was also a crate with a few grocery staples. “The boys could only be still so long. I sent them across the street to play with a friend.”
“Will you get them while I go in and settle the bill?” Tucker set the crate over the side of the wagon and brushed his hands together to remove the dust.
“I’ll get them now.” Daisy descended the two front steps, pretending she didn’t see his offered hand. “But the bill is already settled.” Daisy kept walking without looking back. She disappeared inside the dress shop for the briefest moment and then returned to the wagon.
Tucker reached out a hand to help her, leaning in closely to speak softly against her golden hair so only she could hear. “I told you I’d settle the bill.”
“I already had it covered.” Caught off guard by his sudden nearness and not wanting to fall and embarrass herself, she was forced to accept his hand to climb up and take her seat.
“It’s my responsibility to provide for the family. I can pay for the things we need.” Tucker climbed into his seat and took the reins.
“I have already made provision for the things we will need until next year’s harvest. You don’t have to spend your money on us.” Daisy’s stubborn streak refused to allow her to relinquish complete responsibility for her family.
“We’re in this together now, Daisy. I know your stubbornness has helped you survive all you’ve been through. I admire your strength and spirit, but we’ve got to work together now. We can’t build a future if you refuse to let me help. I didn’t sign up to be a farmhand. I signed up to be your husband.”
Daisy sat with her back straight in stony silence. Part of her knew he was right. She finally looked at him. “I’ve had to do everything on my own since Murdock died.”
“I understand that. I’m only saying you’re not alone anymore. I’m here to help.”
The boys sprinted out of the dress shop, yelling their goodbyes to Reilly and Mrs. Ledford, before jumping into the back of the wagon.
“Whoa, there, boys. Be careful. Your momma has her packages back there. And there’s a crate of mine that I don’t want you to get hurt on.” Tucker admonished the twins and released the brake. Once again he took the lead in instructing the boys.
“What did you get, Mr. Tucker?” James couldn’t resist being nosy.
“Just some things I’ll be needing at the house, James, nothing for you to concern yourself about. You boys have a seat. I’m going to press Mack to get us home before dark. Hang on.” With a crack of the reins they were soon leaving town in the distance.
The sun was just visible on the horizon when Tucker turned the wagon onto the lane that led to their cabin. The boys had again fallen asleep. This time they’d covered their faces with the new hats. Daisy smiled at their attempts to appear grown as she roused them before Tucker had a chance to speak.
“James and John, we’re home. I need you to wake up and help with the wagon.”
Sleepy boys in rumpled clothes leaned over the back of the seat to collapse on Daisy’s shoulders. “Momma, do we have to help? I’m tired.” James buried his head in her sleeve.
“Yes, you do. Mr. Tucker is tired, too. He’s been traveling for several days. You can help with the wagon and see to the animals. Then you can go to bed. If you hurry, I’ll have milk and another piece of cake waiting for a snack.”
Everyone carried something into the house when the wagon came to a stop. The waitress had boxed the remainder of the cake before they left the restaurant, and Tucker had stowed it safely under Daisy’s seat.
“Boys, I’ll unhitch the wagon while you see to your regular nightly chores. Let’s see who can get to the cake the fastest.” Tucker challenged the twins, who responded more for the cake than the challenge. He laughed when they stirred up a trail of dust in the evening twilight as they ran to check their animals.
Tucker turned to Daisy as she moved to close the door from inside the cabin. “I’ll be a few minutes. I’d like another slice of cake, too. After the boys are in bed, I’d appreciate it if you and I could visit for a bit.”
Daisy stood in the doorway framed in the glow of the lamp she’d lit on the table behind her. “Okay. We certainly have a lot of catching up to do.” She closed the door softly. Leaning her forehead against the door, she heard him whistling a happy tune as he stepped off the porch.
* * *
Icing on the tip of John’s nose let Tucker know the boys started eating their cake before he finished his chores. James was putting his empty plate and cup in the dishpan on the cabinet under the front window. Tucker hung his hat on the highest peg inside the front door.
“That’s papa’s peg,” James spouted. “No one hangs their hat there but my papa.”
Tucker stood still, assessing the situation. Daisy turned from where she was stoking the fire and put the poker aside.
“James. Be quiet,” Daisy cautioned her eldest.
“But it’s Papa’s peg. Not Mr. Tucker’s. He can’t take Papa’s place.” The youngster was working himself into a panic. His breathing was starting to come in short rasps, and his shoulders started to shake.
“James, I’m not trying to take your papa’s place.” Tucker said, as Daisy put an arm around James’s shoulder.
John started to whimper at the table. He put his head down on crossed arms and began to cry in earnest.
“Oh, boys, don’t cry. Tucker is here to help us. Not to take your papa’s place.” Daisy steered James to the table and sat on the bench between them, gently rocking with an arm of comfort around each son.
Tucker sat at the head of the table. “Your momma’s right. I’m not here to take anyone’s place. Only to help.”
“But now you’re sitting in Papa’s chair,” James wailed. “And you whispered in Momma’s ear while we were in town. You’re doing all the things our papa did!” John continued to weep, but didn’t say anything. Daisy looked at Tucker over the tops of their small heads. He saw the pain in her eyes.
“Look at me, boys.” Tucker’s tone was gentle, but firm. Two blond heads tilted upward. Tears still flowed, but they were silent now. “No one can take your papa’s place. He was a fine man.” James sniffed loudly and wiped his face with the sleeve of his nightshirt. “I knew your papa. I met him years ago when he started courting your momma.” John dried his eyes. Tucker had their complete attention.
“You did?” This quiet question came from John.
“I did.” Tucker nodded. “I remember the first day he came to see your papa Warren and ask if he could come calling on your momma. He was tall and lean. A handsome young fellow, about twice your age, I’d say.” The twins sat up to listen. Daisy’s arms fell to her sides, and her eyes misted over as he continued telling his story.
“He was wiry, but strong. Went right up the front steps, took off his hat and rapped with the knocker. Your momma came to the door, all shy and sweet. Her hair was down and full of curls. She was wearing a blue dress the color of the sky in springtime. Her eyes sparkled, and her face went all pretty and pink when she saw it was your papa on the porch.” Daisy’s eyes widened in wonder. Tucker knew she’d been unaware he’d stood just inside the barn door watching the events unfold that day. She only had eyes for Murdock then.
“Really? Tell us more!” James was intrigued.
“Well, I couldn’t hear what he said, but I saw your momma go inside and come back with your papa Warren. He walked outside, and him and your papa took a walk down by a stream that runs by your momma’s old home place. They were only gone a few minutes. I could see your momma peeking through the parlor curtains trying to see what they were doing. She was trying to be all sneaky and hide, but I could see her. She never has been much for waitin’ and seein’. She always wants to know what’s happening right when it’s going on.”
Daisy’s mouth dropped open as if to refute him, but closed when he met her stare and raised his eyebrows. The twins chuckled. Tucker figured they knew this firsthand, but that no one had ever described her like this.
“What happened next?” John asked quietly.
“Seems like I remember your papa whooping out loud and slapping his hat against his leg. Then he turned and started to trot up the hill back to the house. But he stopped real sudden like and hollered down the bank at your papa Warren. ‘Thank you, sir!’ he said. Then he broke out in a run and took the porch steps two at a time. You would’ve thought the knocker was gonna break right off the hinge the way he beat on that door.” Everyone laughed at that.
“What did Momma do?” James interrupted, again showing his inherited impatience.
“James, your momma’s a lot like you, I think. She’d seen your papa celebrating and must have figured out her papa had permitted their courting. She was at that door swinging it open so fast your papa almost fell in when she opened it. She was grinning from ear to ear. I’ve never seen her look happier. Except on the day she married your papa.” Silence settled over the small group as they each absorbed the sweet memory he’d shared.
“So you see, I know how special your papa was to your momma. And I know what a good man he was, or your papa Warren would never have let him court your momma. I watched them court and saw their relationship grow into a deep love. That’s something special. Not everybody gets to love, or be loved, like that. Your papa was always good and kind to your momma. It was obvious to me, and anyone else who took the time to notice, that your momma and papa were meant for each other.”
Seeing her true love for Murdock had prevented Tucker from declaring his own love for Daisy back then. He had loved her so much he wanted her to be happy. Even if that happiness came from her being with Murdock. He remembered the ache in his chest that day. His heart had started to grow a protective shell as his hope of having Daisy for his wife had been extinguished.
“Out of respect for their relationship, I promise I won’t try to take your papa’s place. But I’m your momma’s friend—have been for many long years. I came here because I care about her, and I care about you boys. Do you think you could grow to respect me as your momma’s friend and someone who cares about all of you?” Tucker waited while the boys thought. He looked at Daisy. Tears slid down her cheeks.
“Yes, sir. I believe we can.” James answered for both twins. John nodded his agreement. “But what about Papa’s hat peg and his chair at the table?”
“Well...” Daisy spoke for the first time since Tucker had started his story. “Since Mr. Tucker and your papa were friends, do you think Papa would be okay with letting Mr. Tucker use things that he used, since Papa’s in heaven and won’t be needing them for himself?”
“It hurts so much that he’s never coming back, Momma.” John’s broken heart seemed to cry out for the papa he could no longer see and touch.
“I know, John.” Daisy pulled him close. “Papa didn’t leave because he wanted to, but we know he’s safe with Jesus. He’d want us to be happy and make new friends and build new relationships. Mr. Tucker has been my friend for a long time. I’m sure your papa’s glad he’s come to help us. I think it would be okay with your papa for us to share his things with Mr. Tucker.”
“If you’re sure,” James said.
“I’m sure.” Daisy hugged both boys close.
“Okay,” John added.
Daisy stood up and patted her hair smooth. “I think it’s time for the two of you to get to bed. Tell Mr. Tucker good-night.”
Watching the three of them go into the boys’ room, Tucker almost wished his heart hadn’t frozen over when Daisy married Murdock. But experience taught him that Daisy would never love anyone the way she had loved Murdock. His heart was better left cold, rather than warming only to be rejected yet again.
Chapter Four (#ulink_1f8d1d6c-513a-57fb-860e-33eca893a801)
Daisy joined Tucker in the front room after settling the boys for the night. She sat in her rocking chair near the fire. The night had cooled to a chilly temperature. Tucker sat on the other side of the fireplace in Murdock’s chair. The warm glow of a lamp cast the room in shadows.
Her family had happily shared this small space for many years. This morning it had seemed cavernous without Murdock. Tonight it felt suddenly cramped. Tucker was a big man. His presence and person would be impossible to ignore in the confines of the room.
“They are finally asleep. It was quite a day for them.” Daisy stared into the fire. She noticed Tucker had added more wood to it and stacked several logs on the hearth to be used during the night, if necessary. His act of kindness made her realize how bone tired she was. Carrying the load alone for almost a month had taken a toll on her body and mind.
“It was quite a day for all of us, Daisy.” Tucker leaned forward and placed his elbows on the arms of the rocker. “You’ve got to be as exhausted as those boys.”
“I am tired.” Daisy leaned her head back against the chair and closed her eyes while still rocking the chair. Moments later she started slightly. Tucker stood over her with a hand on her shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I must have drifted off.” Daisy shook her head. “Please forgive me. I can make us some coffee.” She moved to get up from her chair.
“No need.” Tucker took his hat from the peg by the door. “I enjoyed the evening with you and the boys. I’ll leave you to get some rest.”
“Oh, I hadn’t thought. Where will you sleep?” Daisy said in a small rush. “I can fix a place for you here between the fireplace and the front door. Or you can take the bed, and I can make a pallet with the boys.” She started to chatter nervously, having only now thought about sleeping arrangements and what Tucker might expect.
“Relax, Daisy. I’ve already fixed a place in the barn. I’ll stay there for now. You go to bed.”
“You can’t sleep there. It’s cold, and the animals are there. It’s not right.”
“I’ll be fine. I’ve slept with animals more times than I can count. They’ll help keep the barn warm. It’s not too cold out tonight. We’ll get something more permanent figured out soon. Now get to bed. Bolt this door after I go. I don’t want to take any chances with your safety.” Tucker opened the door. The night breeze found the opening and stirred the flame of the lamp on the table.
“Tucker?” Daisy stopped him with a hand on his sleeve as he put his hat on.
He turned and looked down on her with green eyes. “Yes, Daisy?”
“Thank you for what you told the boys about their papa.”
“Glad to do it. Their papa was a good man. They need to know I’m not trying to take his place.” He patted her hand and lifted it from his sleeve.
“I didn’t know you’d seen all that, much less that you’d remember.” Daisy spoke quietly.
“I remember a lot of things from back then, Daisy.” He touched her cheek with the back of his hand. “Sleep well.” Tucker stepped onto the porch and pulled the door closed behind him.
After she slid the bolt in place, Daisy heard his boots descend the steps. The lonely strains of his whistled tune barely reached her ears.
How could she have fallen asleep on her wedding night? Of course, it wasn’t a real wedding night, but it was still an important day for both her and Tucker. She knew his life had changed today in ways he could not have imagined. He’d never been married. He didn’t know firsthand about the responsibilities of a family. This wasn’t like signing on for a cattle drive that ended with a sale and profits. Would he be sorry when he found out that the work never ended and the goals were so long-term, they seemed illusive in the good times and unattainable during the hard times?
* * *
“Anybody awake in there?” Tucker called out the next morning and knocked again on the front door of the cabin.
“We’re up.” He heard Daisy’s muffled voice. “John, open the door for Mr. Tucker.”
The bolt slid and John pulled the heavy door open. Tucker watched in amusement at the flurry of activity inside.
Daisy set the coffeepot on the stove. “James, run down to the smokehouse and bring me a slab of bacon. John, you get us some eggs.” She was grabbing a bowl from the shelf when James grumbled.
She pointed a wooden spoon at the oldest twin. “We’re running late today. Skedaddle.”
Tucker entered the cabin and took off his hat. He hesitated before he hung it on the controversial peg. “Morning, James. John.” The boys watched and looked at each other and then their mom. Silent agreement passed among them all. The issue of Tucker using their papa’s things was settled.
Both boys headed for the door. “Morning, Mr. Tucker!” they shouted in unison as they raced to see who could get to the outhouse first before retrieving the items Daisy needed for breakfast.
Tucker laughed and reached for a mug on the shelf above the stove. He grabbed a towel to protect his hand and poured himself a cup of coffee before going to look out the back window.
“Sorry to wake you by chopping wood so early, but daylight is limited this time of year, and there’s a lot of work to be done.”
He turned from the window near the foot of her bed, noticing she hadn’t taken the time to straighten the quilt. He could see the imprint where her head had rested on the pillow. He stepped around the chest that held her most precious possessions, remembering the day he’d gone to town for her father and picked it up from the general store. Mr. Warren had ordered it for her sixteenth birthday. The same year she’d met Murdock.
How ironic that God had brought him to this place. After giving up hope of ever having Daisy for his wife, he’d resigned himself to live life alone. Now God had put him in a place where he and Daisy were together, but neither of them could love the other. He’d proposed to a young woman long ago. Alice Fields’s abrupt dismissal of his heart in favor of a former beau had shown him the depth of a woman’s first love. Then he’d allowed himself to grow fond of Daisy, but never told her. Now her heart would always belong to Murdock, and his had long since retreated into the hollow of his soul—never to risk rejection again.
Daisy’s voice broke into his thoughts. “I’m sorry things are so behind. I’ve done the best I could, but it’s really more than one person can keep up with. James and John do their best, but they’re so young.” She opened the oven and put a pan of biscuits inside.
The front door blew open, and James dropped the bacon on the cabinet beside the dishpan. Just as quickly, he trotted back outside.
“Eager, isn’t he?” Tucker observed.
“He knows he has to do his chores and lessons before he gets any free time. He likes to get as much done before breakfast as possible. It makes him feel like he’s got some say in the latter part of his day.” Daisy was slicing the bacon and laying it in the bottom of a hot skillet. The sizzling sound promised to become a delicious smell soon.
“He’s a lot like you.” Tucker had removed the ashes from the fireplace and put in fresh wood for the evening. He took the ash bucket to the front porch to empty later. John came in with a basket of eggs and left to help his brother in the barn.
“What makes you say that?”
“He’s always asking questions, always seems to be taking charge, and just a little impatient.” Tucker teased her with his observations about James. “Not that those are bad things.”
Daisy turned with one hand on her hip and the butter dish in the other. “If you mean he’s constantly aware of what’s going on around him, learning by inquiring, has good leadership skills and doesn’t like to waste time, then, yes, he is like me.” Daisy set the butter down on the table with a thud to punctuate her speech.
“See. My point exactly. He’s a lot like you.” Tucker opened the door when he heard James coming up the steps with a fresh pail of milk. James set the pail on the cabinet and went to wash his hands behind the screen. John was only steps behind his brother.
Tucker poured milk for both boys and coffee for Daisy. Then he refilled his own mug. The boys sat on their bench, and Daisy put the last of the food on the table and took her place on the end, by James. The twins and Daisy joined hands. John was seated next to Tucker and reached for him. Tucker couldn’t resist smiling at the quiet child and took his hand. Daisy and the boys bowed their heads.
Tucker took the opportunity to study her. Tresses of golden hair escaped the bun twisted at the nape of her neck. Her face was hollow from the grief she’d suffered. Her freckles stood out against pale skin. One small hand held the hand of James. The other lay on the table, and his mother’s ring caught the shaft of morning sun that peeked through the window. The whole picture painted a stark reminder of the toll a person suffered on losing their true love.
Daisy lifted her head and caught him staring. She indicated that he should pray. Raising her eyebrows higher and leaning her head toward the boys, she let him know she was asking for the sake of the twins. Tucker bowed his head.
“Lord, we thank You for all Your blessings. Thank You for the food, and help us to make the most of this day You’ve given us. Amen.”
Daisy and the boys added, “Amen.” She was looking his way when Tucker reached for the biscuits, and she smiled her thanks.
It might take Tucker a while to adjust to the day-to-day workings of family life, but that’s what he’d come here to do. Would Daisy be willing to adjust to him? He could see them beginning to rebuild their friendship from the past. He hoped she never expected more than that, because that’s all he had left to give.
* * *
After breakfast Tucker disappeared into the barn. Between breakfast and lunch during the week, Daisy did lessons with the boys. When Murdock had been killed, the twins were terrified of leaving her alone. She’d agreed to let them school at home until after Christmas. In just over two months they would head to the town school every morning. She hoped the thieves would be found by then.
She cleared away the dishes while James and John brought their books to the table. Watching out the window while she washed the last of the dishes, Daisy caught sight of Tucker riding out the back of the barn in the direction of the creek on the rear of the property.
“Did you boys tell Mr. Tucker where the creek is?” Daisy dried her hands, untied her apron and hung it on a peg to dry. She joined James and John at the table.
“Yes, ma’am. He asked us all kinds of questions yesterday on the porch while you were getting ready for the wedding.” James climbed onto the bench and opened his speller. “We told him about the fence line from the ranch next to us, and about the pond where we go swimming in summer and even about how far the cotton fields go out toward the Dixon place.”
“James told him lots of stuff. I still don’t know how to talk to him much, Momma, but I’m trying real hard to like him because he’s your friend.” John had opened the Bible to find the place they would pick up their reading today.
Daisy pushed the curling edges of John’s hair out of his face. “Thank you for trying, John. Mr. Tucker is a good man. I know you’ll both grow to like him. It’s okay to answer his questions. He has a lot to learn about our farm.” Daisy added quietly to herself, “And us.”
* * *
Tucker joined them for lunch. They ate the rest of the bacon and biscuits from breakfast. A piece of wedding cake prevented the lunch from being ordinary.
“We’re going to miss this cake when it’s gone.” Daisy covered the remaining cake and put it on the cabinet under the window.
“You can make us something sweet, Momma. You’re the best cook ever!” James licked icing from the corners of his mouth and headed for the door. “Can I go finish my chores now? I’m thinking I might want to go fishing later.”
“Go ahead. Just don’t leave to go fishing without coming to the house and letting me know first.” Daisy poured water from a bucket into the dishpan. “John, you go with your brother. You’ve both studied enough for one day.”
John stacked the books and carried them to the shelf in their bedroom before joining James at the door. They both put on their new hats.
“Why don’t you save those new hats for church and trips to town? Special occasions and such?” Daisy didn’t want to see the hats come to harm during their everyday activities.
“Mr. Tucker told us these hats were for protecting our heads from the elements while we work. We’re supposed to wear ’em every day.” James adjusted his brim and looked to Tucker for confirmation. “I don’t know what elements are, but I want to be protected.”
Tucker chuckled. “I did say that. Elements are the weather. Rain, sun, heat and that sort of thing.”
“Oh,” the boys responded together.
“You’ll need to wear a bandana, too,” Tucker added. “Today’s work is going to be hot work. You can tie it around your neck, or around your head and wear it under your hat, or you can just use it to wipe your brow when you think you might be getting too sweaty.”
“That’s a great idea!” James was eager.
“But we don’t have any bandanas,” John complained.
Tucker’s gaze met Daisy’s, and without looking away from her, he asked the boys, “Did your papa have any bandanas?” She searched his eyes and saw only tenderness for her sons there.
“He sure did!” from James.
John added, “My favorite was his red one.”
“What about it, Momma? Do you think these boys can wear their papa’s bandanas while they work?” Daisy saw the twins brighten at the thought and decided it would help keep Murdock’s memory alive in their minds.
“That’s a fine idea. I’ll get them.” Daisy went into the boys’ room and came back with two bandanas. She gave the red one to John and offered a blue one to James.
“We don’t know how to tie ’em.” James wrung the fabric in his hands while John lifted the red one to his nose.
“It still smells like Papa,” John said.
Tucker approached the boys saying, “That’s the smell of a hardworking man. You’ll be smelling just like your papa before you know it.” He took James’s bandana and tied it around his neck with the knot in the back. “Working hard makes a man smell like a man.” He tied John’s bandana with the knot in the front. “What do you think?” Tucker backed away and let Daisy look her boys over.
“I think you look just like your papa. Both of you.” This drew big smiles from both boys.
“Now head on over to the barn and start putting fresh straw in the stalls. I mucked them out before lunch. We’ve got to get the barn ready for some new animals.” Tucker nudged the twins toward the front door. “I’ll be along to help in a minute. I just need to talk to your momma first.”
Happy boys bounced off the front porch, admiring each other and their new look. The hats were adjusted and the bandanas tugged until both were satisfied. Then the race for the barn ensued. Daisy smiled at them and turned to thank Tucker.
“Thank you. That was a wonderful idea.” Daisy moved to start washing the dishes and watched the boys through the window.
“It’s important for them to remember their papa. And to feel like they can be like him. I’m glad to do it. Thanks for agreeing and letting them have the bandanas.”
“They were just in the drawer. I didn’t know what to do with them.” Daisy put both hands on the cabinet and dropped her head to her chest, eyes closed, fighting back tears. Tucker came to stand behind her and put his hands on her shoulders.
“It’ll get easier. I promise. I know it’s hard right now. But you’re doing the right things. You’re letting them talk about their papa and reassuring them that he’s with the Lord.” His strong hands began to gently knead the tightness of her muscles. Daisy pulled her head to one shoulder and then the next trying to relax away her stress. Then suddenly she shrugged both shoulders to her ears and pulled away from Tucker. She went to stand on the other side of the room, putting the table between them. A shiver ran down her spine and she rubbed her arms to stop the tingling.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t relax right now. I’m so tense all the time. I feel so much pressure to make sure the farm is a success and the twins are taken care of, and now I’m so obligated to you for all you’re doing.” She raised a hand to each temple and rubbed her fingers in small circles in an effort to release the pain.
“I’m the one who’s sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Daisy. Please forgive me.” Tucker made no move toward her. He actually took a step back.
“It’s not that. I just hate that my emotions go from such grief and sadness one minute, to joy at seeing something make James or John smile the next.” She picked up the remaining plates from the table and moved toward the dishpan. Tucker moved to the door, giving her plenty of space.
“You said you had something we needed to talk about.” Daisy put the dishes in the water and began to work without looking at him. She heard him take his hat from the peg and knew he was spinning it in his hands. Daisy had noticed he often did this when he was choosing his words carefully.
“I’m getting the stalls ready for new horses. I know you said we’d have to talk about it later, but I feel we need to get things back on track as soon as possible.”
“Okay. If you think that’s best.” She began stacking the clean dishes on the shelves above the cabinet. “We can go to the bank the next time we’re in town and get the money out. I don’t keep much money here. Murdock never thought it was a good idea to keep cash around. I finally understood why on the day he was robbed and killed. Those men took a lot of things from us, but most of our money was safe in the bank.” A tear ran down her cheek. Turning her back to Tucker, she caught it with the dish towel and sniffed. Raising up to her full height, Daisy pivoted to face him again. It surprised her to see that anger virtually oozed from every fiber of the man. His red hair seemed aflame on his scalp. His nostrils flared, and he took deep breaths. She couldn’t ever remember seeing him so mad. Not even the day she shot him when her papa was teaching her to shoot.
“I will pay for the horses.” Tucker rammed his hat on his head. “And if those murderous thieves ever come near here again, I’ll see that they pay, too.” The force of the slamming door caused it to bounce open again as she watched him stomp across the yard. It took a moment for her to realize she was holding her breath.
Daisy hadn’t meant to upset him. Her papa was right. Being married to each other was definitely going to be a major adjustment for both of them. She knew he was just being friendly when he touched her, but she wasn’t ready to be touched. It was too soon. And she couldn’t let him pay for those horses. The farm expenses were her responsibility. And that temper!
Help us, Lord, or this is going to be a rough road.
Chapter Five (#ulink_5f1c69db-0164-53b3-9bed-e61dc9e7d368)
Tucker entered the barn and saw the boys had finished two of the stalls. Calming himself with great restraint he said, “Good job, men. I need to ask you something.” He stood in the middle of the barn. James and John stilled their pitchforks. “Are you good fishermen?”
“We sure are!” James bragged. “We catch something every time we go!”
“Almost every time, James,” John added. “Sometimes the fish don’t bite.”
“But that’s not our fault, so I say we catch something every time. If the fish are biting, we’re bringing ’em home.” James hesitated and looked at Tucker. “Why? You want us to teach you how to fish, Mr. Tucker? We can. I just thought you might already know since you’re so old and all.” The boy spoke with youthful sincerity. On any other day Tucker would have laughed, but right now, he just needed some time alone.
“That’s a mighty fine offer, James, but not today. I may let you give me some pointers next time. For today, though, I’d like the two of you to go see if you can bring home some supper. Part of a man’s job is to put food on the table. Think you’re up for the challenge?” He looked from one boy to the other.
“Yes, sir! We can do it.” John turned to his brother. “Come on, James, let’s get our gear. I’ll race you.” Pitchforks fell to the ground as eager boys headed to the other side of the barn for poles.
“Whoa, just a minute. There’s another important thing a man does. He takes care of his tools. Put these pitchforks away, then get your gear and don’t forget to tell your momma where you’re going. Make sure she knows I’m sending you to get our supper.”
“Yes, sir!” they said in unison. Within seconds Tucker had the barn to himself. He was so angry he knew he needed to be alone. Hoping some hard work would relieve his stress, Tucker rolled up his sleeves and finished spreading straw.
Enough bad things had happened to Daisy lately without him adding to it by showing her his anger. He didn’t know why those men came and took her husband from her and the papa from those fine boys. He couldn’t bear to see her in pain. He came here because her father asked him to, but the good Lord knew no real man could stand by quietlike while a woman suffered.
Marrying Daisy was supposed to alleviate his loneliness, not confuse him. He gained a sense of accomplishment when he helped her or the twins do something. Just being on the property to protect them brought him peace. More than once last night he’d looked out the barn door and checked to be certain everything was as it should be at the cabin. It was his duty as her friend.
But watching Daisy cry tugged at the edges of his hardened heart. That was not part of his bargain with Daisy or her father. Or God. Tucker was trying to be patient and not make her uncomfortable, but he wasn’t accustomed to a woman’s tears. It was a hard thing to watch without offering comfort. Yet she rejected his attempt to comfort her when he touched her shoulders. He’d need to remember not to do that again.
And he certainly didn’t know how to deal with a woman who wanted to handle the money! His heart broke for her over all her suffering. At the same time he wanted to grab her and kiss her senseless when she wanted to take charge of everything.
Where had that thought come from? If she didn’t want him to touch her, she sure wouldn’t want him to kiss her. And he wasn’t about to open himself up to more rejection. Better to keep a safe distance. Keep things friendly. Just not too friendly.
Lord, give me patience! And I think You better hurry.
Needing to steer clear of Daisy for a while, he tackled the broken boards on the stall in the corner because he felt the need to swing a hammer. Then he moved outside and repaired the chicken coop. He even moved the outhouse.
He worked until he was exhausted, but nothing could erase the memory of a single tear trailing down her face when she turned her back on him and refused his comfort.
* * *
Supper was fish, grits and hush puppies. James and John were praised for their success. They celebrated by finishing off the rest of the cake before the boys went to bed.
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Angel Moore
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Дата публикации: 16.04.2024
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О книге: Husband by NecessityTo save her family′s homestead Daisy Mosley will do whatever it takes, even if it means marrying a rugged cowboy who thinks he knows best. But though the widowed mother of two takes Tucker Barlow into her home as her husband, she isn′t ready to welcome him into her heart.Tucker knows his marriage to Daisy is about convenience, not love. But after years of hiding his feelings for his childhood friend, he wants to shower her with affection and favor her twin sons with the fatherly attention he′d missed. Can he show Daisy that he is more than just a practical groom–he is a man worthy of her love?