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ОглавлениеRena picked up a tea cake. “I love these. I wish your mother would share the recipe.”
Charlotte laughed. “You know how she guards her recipes. She’s only shared them with me because she needs my help in the kitchen. I had to promise never to breathe a word of any of the ingredients before she would let me see her recipe box.”
“They are delicious.” Rena finished off the tea cake, but she knew Charlotte would not be hindered in her pursuit of the story of how Rena and Scott came to be together.
“You have to tell me all about how you got married.” Charlotte leaned forward in her chair. “I can’t believe you kept this from me for so long. Or was it that long?” Her eyebrows lifted in a teasing fashion.
“I will tell you that it was very sudden, but Scott is private about these things. He wouldn’t be comfortable with me talking about it.”
“But I’m your best friend, and you used to tell me everything.” Charlotte’s lighthearted voice let Rena know she wouldn’t push for answers.
“You are a dear friend, Charlotte.”
Charlotte leaned close and lowered her voice. “You won’t tell me just a little bit?”
Rena shook her head. “I guess it’s part of growing up. There comes a time when there are things you just can’t share.” She smiled and patted her friend’s hand. “I’ve learned that over the last few months.”
“Promise me this won’t be the end of our sharing.”
“Of course not, we’ll always be close.”
“I am very happy for you.” She looked around the room and back at Rena. “But I must confess that I’m jealous. In a good way. My mother will never let me court anyone who catches my fancy.”
Rena loved her friend and hoped that she would never know the depth of pain Rena had endured over the last two months. “Your mother is only protecting you. Remember the time you thought you were in love with Nathan Taylor? You thought he was so handsome.” They both dissolved into giggles.
Charlotte tried to catch her breath. “I can’t believe that boy put a frog on my head, and then thought I’d want to eat my lunch with him.”
“And you had to endure his teasing until the day he moved away.”
“Five years later! I’ve never been happier to see someone leave town. But I was right about one thing. He was handsome.” Charlotte grew serious. “You’re right though. Momma was looking out for me. She still does.”
“You are blessed to have a mother who loves you so.”
The agreement on Charlotte’s face was sincere. “You’re right.” She giggled. “My pa could’ve married a mean old lady after my mother died. I’m so glad he married Momma instead.”
“God will bring you the right person in His time. Be patient and prayerful. I promise you’ll never be sorry if you wait on the person God has for you.” If only someone had given her that advice. In truth, Rena knew her stubbornness would have prevented her from listening. How she wished she had never met Eugene Rodgers.
The smile on Charlotte’s face let Rena know that her friend had no inkling of the true situation Rena was in. “Well, I hope He doesn’t wait too long. I’m three months older than you, and you’re already married.”
Rena spent a few more minutes with her friend, and then made her way to Scott’s office. When she climbed the steps, she could hear Jack Jefferson’s raised voice carrying through the closed door.
“I don’t know what’s going on here, Braden, but I’ll get to the bottom of it. You act all high-and-mighty, but this town was better off before the likes of you came.”
Rena reached for the door, but it flew open, and Jack Jefferson stormed out. She stumbled backward.
Scott was right behind the man and caught her elbows in his strong hands. He helped her gain her balance. “Are you hurt?”
“No, just startled.” Rena took a step away from him. He was too close.
“Jefferson, you’d be wise to calm down and take care. I won’t let you bring harm to my wife or anyone else in this town.”
Jack Jefferson’s only acknowledgment of his words was a raised hand flung outward in indifference.
“I heard him as I came up the steps.” Rena stared after the man. She lowered her voice. “Was he here because of me?”
“You know Jefferson well enough to know that he doesn’t need a reason for anything he does. He’s motivated by the anger that rules his heart.”
She lowered her gaze to his boots. They needed a good brushing, and his pants could do with a good laundering. She had a lot of work to do. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” He pushed open the door to the office and held it for her to enter. “Will you come sit by the stove and let me finish some work? I won’t be long.”
Rena sat in a chair on the opposite side of his desk and looked around at the worn furnishings while he made notes in a journal. The two cells on the back wall were empty. The afternoon light spilled into the room through the small barred windows on the back wall.
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
He shook his head and held up one finger but did not look up from his work. The pencil in his hand flew across the page in short, deliberate strokes. At the end of the page, he made a forceful dot and swirled the tip of the pencil in a quick signature. “All done.” He closed the journal and locked it in the drawer of his desk. “Let’s go by the livery and get your cow.” He grabbed his hat from the peg near the front window and pushed it onto his head. “I stopped in earlier and Henderson had one for sale.”
“That’s welcome news.” Rena stepped onto the porch and waited while he locked the door. “Is there anything else we need to do while we’re in town?”
“No. We can pick up your trunk first, and then we’ll get the cow on our way out of town.”
The afternoon sun was deep in the sky when they turned down the lane toward their cabin. Everything she would bring from her past into her future was in the trunk that sat in the bed of the wagon. Scott had removed the cow’s bell and tied her so she’d follow along behind them.
“How are you feeling?” Scott glanced at her as she looked behind them to check on the cow.
“Tired. It’s been another long day.” She didn’t want to complain, but the fatigue was like none she’d ever known.
He pulled the wagon in front of the porch and set the brake. She moved to the edge of the seat. “Wait, and I’ll help you down.”
“Thank you.” She put her hand in his and stepped cautiously out of the wagon. “I’ll figure out a way to do that by myself soon.”
“No need.” He picked up the cowbell and reattached it to the cow’s harness. “If you don’t mind, I’ll take care of the animals and bring your trunk in later.”
“I’ll come along, and you can teach me to milk her.”
He untied the cow from the wagon and stood holding the end of the rope. He studied her with his head tilted to one side. “Okay. You might want to change your clothes first.”
She looked down at her cream-colored coat. “My other clothes are in the trunk.”
Scott chuckled. “Let me get this girl settled in the barn, and I’ll drag your trunk into the cabin.”
“Thank you.” Rena went into her new home and tugged off her coat and gloves. She laid them across her bed and removed her hat.
She went to stand in front of the mirror that must have been Ann’s. “The learning of new ways starts now, ma’am.” She smoothed the front of her skirt. Her palms stopped in her middle, and her thoughts turned to the child growing inside her. “God, help me. There’s so much to learn.”
The sound of her trunk scrubbing across the porch caught her attention. She hurried into the front room and opened the door. She turned the rug at her feet sideways.
“If you can drag it onto the rug, it should slide across the floor easier.”
Scott dragged the trunk onto the rug and dropped the end he carried with a thud. He straightened and brushed his hands together. “Good idea. I’d forgotten how strong a man has to be to move a woman’s things.”
“At least you had help when Ann moved out. I’m sorry I can’t help you.” She hated that he had to do everything himself.
He looked at her. “You don’t need to feel like that. I’ve known you for a while. I know you’re not shy of work and that you’re hindered by your—” he hesitated “—circumstances.”
“Thank you for saying that.” She stepped out of his way. “If you can get that into my room, I’ll change quickly and meet you in the barn.”
She hadn’t grown accustomed to acknowledging her pregnancy to herself, so it was awkward to hear him speak of her condition. An appreciation for his concern bored a hole in the wall around her heart.
* * *
Scott had unhitched the team and fed them. He was in front of the barn, washing the milk bucket when Rena came out of the cabin. She was a beautiful young woman, but the deep sadness in her soul was unveiled when they were alone.
Lord, please help her. I don’t know the best way to help her, but I’ll do what I can.
“You don’t have to learn this tonight. You can start supper, and I’ll bring in the milk.” He turned the bucket upside down and shook out the rinse water.
She was tying her hair in a ribbon as she walked across the yard. “The more I learn now the better off I’ll be.”
“Okay. Do you want me to show you how first, or do you want to get right to it and learn on your own?”
Rena followed him into the barn, and they stood in front of the cow’s stall. She squared her shoulders. “That depends. Are you a good teacher?”
He added hay to the trough, and the cow began to eat. “Can’t say as I’ve had much experience teaching someone to milk a cow.” He chuckled at the thought. “Are you suggesting that if you have trouble learning it will be because of my way of teaching?”
“You tell me what to do.” She walked beside the cow and patted her side. “Good girl. You be a good girl, and I’ll be gentle.” She kept one hand on the cow while she pulled the milking stool closer with the toe of her shoe. Then she lowered herself to the stool. “Okay, girl.” She rubbed her hands together to warm them and reached out to milk the cow.
“It doesn’t look to me like you need a teacher.”
“I remember reading a storybook in school. The little boy in the story tried to milk the cow with cold hands and was very sorry.”
“Then I think you’re a better student than I would be a teacher.” He was about to leave her to her task, when the cow bellowed.
“Whoa, girl.” Rena’s soft voice held a soothing quality. “I’m sorry.” She rubbed her hands together again and, this time, succeeded in getting milk into the bucket.
“I’ll leave you to your work.” He backed out of the stall and went to feed the other animals.
A few minutes later, he saw her carrying the bucket toward the cabin. He smiled and shook his head. If she was that determined in everything she faced, she’d have no problems adjusting to life on a homestead.
A breeze swirled between where he stood at the gate of the corral and the cabin. It lifted the ribbon that held Rena’s hair in place and tossed it across her face. She pulled it back with her free hand and kept moving. Even while lugging a bucket of fresh milk she looked calm and in control. He knew it wasn’t true. Nothing in the last two days had happened the way either of them had planned. He knew in his heart that she’d never have married him for any other reason.
He remembered his mother’s love for him. How she’d taught him to milk a cow and brush a horse. He’d learned so much from her. Things that got him through every day of his life as an adult.
Things Rena had never had to do. She’d surprised him with how well she’d handled the cow, but if she was going to survive on this homestead, she’d need other lessons. He knew his mother would want him to teach her.
Scott pulled the barn door closed and headed for the cabin. It probably wouldn’t happen quickly, but he’d start tonight.
He unloaded the wagon and carried their supplies into the cabin while Rena cooked.
“Where do you want this?” He carried the stand for her bowl and pitcher.
She looked up from the pot of beans she stirred. “I’d like it in the corner by the window if it will fit.”
“Okay.” He pushed the door of her room open with his boot. “Over here?” He called over his shoulder and was startled when she spoke from right behind him.
“There.” She pointed to her preferred spot. “And could you push the trunk a little bit to the right?”
He put the stand where she directed, and then shoved the trunk over. “Anything else?”
“Well, since you asked, could you move the bed to that wall?” She looked a little sheepish. “The morning sun warms that part of the room.”
“It does?” He nodded and pulled the bed frame to its new location.
“That’s perfect.” She looked around the room, and her gaze stopped on the trunk.
His sister had rearranged the furniture in the front room several times before she’d decided the first way he’d set it was the best. Pulling heavy things from one side of the room to another wasn’t new to him. “What is it?” He followed her eyes. “Oh, now the trunk needs to be where the bed was before?”
Her mouth dropped open. “Yes! How did you know?” She scooted out of his way. “And the mirror should be over here.”
He straightened from moving the trunk and made a show of sniffing the air. “Are the beans sticking in the pot?”
“Oh no!” She dashed by him on her way to the stove. “I completely forgot about supper.”
Scott laughed and moved the mirror.
When he went back into the front room, she was pouring the beans into a bowl. “Only the ones on the bottom were scorched.” She filled two cups with fresh milk and set them on the table.
“You did well with the cow.” He sat on the hearth and tugged off his boots.
“Thank you.” She put a plate of fried sausage on the table. “I know everything won’t be as easy to conquer as that was, but I’m glad to be making progress.”
“Have you ever lit a fire?”
Her back was to him as she pulled plates from the shelf on the far wall. “Papa always lit the fires at home.” She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “He said it was man’s work.”
“He did, did he?” Scott was glad she had moments where she relaxed enough to tease him. She had often teased her father when Scott had occasion to be in their home. He’d enjoyed watching their easy relationship, even though she’d never made any effort to build a friendship with him.
“Said he’d never let Momma light a fire. Didn’t want her to get the soot on her clothes.”
“Is that so?” He chuckled and pulled a match from the cast-iron holder on the wall by the fireplace. “Well, your mother didn’t live out on a homestead. Town ladies have a different kind of life.”
She put the plates on the table. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that you’ve got a lot to learn about homesteading, and I think we need to start with the basics. You’re good with a stove, but during the winter the fireplace will need to be kept lit while we’re home. You’ll be here during the day while I’m in town taking care of my work as sheriff.”
“You could light the fire in the morning before you go.” She stood on the far side of the table.
“And what if some night I’m kept in town on business? You could wake in the morning to find the fire out. Can’t have you and the little one freezing in the cabin while I’m all cozy in my office with a fire in the stove.”
“You mean to leave me here alone with a new baby and stay out overnight?” When had their light banter turned to fear in her?
He took a step toward her. “No, Rena. I was only teasing you with the possibility that I might be caught away overnight. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
She rubbed her hands up and down her arms as if she was cold. “I’m not frightened.”
“Rena, I truly am sorry that the thought of being here alone isn’t the same as the safety you felt in town in your pa’s house.” Scott looked at her. “Life on a homestead isn’t like living in town. You’re going to need to learn to tend the fire. I’ll teach you to shoot, so you can protect yourself and the little one.” He didn’t mean to do it, but his eyes dropped to her midsection. “I’ll pray you never need to shoot anyone or anything. But it is important for you to know how.”
She shuddered, and he came to stand in front of her. “Don’t worry. You’re a brave person.” Before he thought about what he was doing, he pulled her into his arms and held her against his chest. “You’ll conquer the skills you need in no time.”
Rena relaxed against him for a moment, and then bolted out of his embrace. “I’m not going to worry.” She must have been dredged up the resolve in her eyes from the depths of her soul. It hadn’t been there when he’d reached out to comfort her. She plucked the match from his hand and went to the fireplace. In no time at all the flames began to lick up the kindling. She tossed the match into the fire and spun around. “Don’t think that my life in town kept me from basic skills. I may have been a bit pampered as the mayor’s daughter, but I’m an independent woman who can take care of herself, too.” She lifted her cute nose up in the air just a fraction and grinned. She was trying to make him laugh and not focus on the fear she had shown.
He made a sweeping gesture and bowed in her direction. “I will remember your ability the next time I’m tempted to help you.”
Her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly at his poor choice of words. He hoped she didn’t think he regretted helping her—or that he wouldn’t want to help her in the future.
“Good.” She crossed to the table. “Let’s eat before these burned beans get cold.”
Scott followed her lead and kept the conversation on easy matters for the rest of the evening. Only when he plumped up his pillow and settled into bed did he allow himself to think about her reaction.
Their lighthearted banter had been pleasant. He’d even enjoyed it. More than he’d thought he might. But in an instant Rena had become vulnerable. Her usual flighty and fun personality had been swallowed up in her pregnancy and abandonment.
Eugene Rodgers had stolen a lot from Rena last fall. Scott knew he couldn’t restore her to the happy and carefree young lady she’d been before, but he was beginning to hope he could at least alleviate some of her pain.
