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Joe Crawford shoved back his straw cowboy hat and wiped his forehead with his handkerchief. He’d been on the tractor for more than an hour, plowing the small pasture to prepare it for the alfalfa he intended to plant there.

The field wasn’t large, but he hated to let anything go to waste. He could make enough to feed the herd for a month by taking the time to plant this last piece of land he owned. All it would take was a little sweat.

He might not attract the women like his brothers, or produce grandchildren, but he was a hard worker and made plenty of money for his efforts. He’d realized in high school that women weren’t interested in him, so he’d turned his attention to studying, earning him a four-year scholarship to Oklahoma State University to study land management. Now, at thirty-five, he figured love had passed him by.

He turned the tractor and started back toward the other end of the field, toward the county road that flanked the land. His gaze drifted to the corner where the road turned south. There was an old fruit stand there, built many years ago. It was on Derek Pointer’s old place or Joe would’ve torn it down. It was an eyesore.

But today it was occupied. Someone had set up shop, selling vegetables and fruit. He couldn’t imagine who the widow Pointer had given permission to. Or maybe they were nesters, not asking.

His eyesight was good, so when he caught a glimpse of movement, he looked again and discovered whoever it was had a potential customer pull to a stop. He noted the two men who got out of a muscle car, not the usual type to be interested in produce.

He shrugged his shoulders. It took all kinds. He shoved the men from his mind. He’d almost reached the opposite end of the field when some movement drew his attention again. This time it was a small child, flying across the barren field between Joe’s land and the produce shed.

Joe didn’t know how he knew something was wrong, but he did. The child was trying to signal him with her skinny arms. Joe shoved the gear into Neutral and grabbed the hand brake. Then he vaulted from the tractor and met the child more than halfway.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Those men are hurting my mommy. Please help her.”

He remembered the swagger he’d noticed when the men got out of the car. He didn’t know who was selling the produce, but two against one wasn’t fair.

“Stay here. I’ll let you know when you can come.” Then he raced to the produce stand, his vision blocked by the three-sided structure.

Anguished cries told him the woman was in distress. When he rounded the side of the stand, he saw her, lying on the dirt, one man at her head, holding her hands, and the other on top of her, pulling at her clothes. He didn’t recognize either of them. They must have been from out of town.

Joe was a big man, the biggest of the Crawford men. His father had always told him not to take advantage of smaller men. But he knew his father hadn’t meant times like this. He swung his mighty fist into the man at her head and he fell back, turning loose of her hands. Then Joe turned to find the other man charging him.

He didn’t mind their resistance. It kept them from trying to hurt the woman. He planted his fist in the man’s stomach with fierce pleasure. He turned to check on the other man, who had pulled himself together and was coming toward Joe. He never got there.

The woman, Anna Pointer he now realized, had grabbed a board lying on the ground and slung it across the back of the man’s head. He silently fell to the ground.

“Nice job,” Joe said with a grin, amused by the woman’s action. He reached in his pocket for the cell phone he carried and dialed the sheriff’s office.

“We’ve got an attempted rape where Highway 50 turns south, at the old produce stand. Two men attacking a woman. We’ll hold them until you can get here.”

He turned back to the woman and discovered her sinking to the ground as if her legs had become too weak to hold her. He reached for her. “Mrs. Pointer, are you all right?”

He kept some distance between them, letting his arms do all the work. “Did they hurt you?”

“Just—just bruises. Oh! My little girl—”

“She’s okay. What’s her name?”

“Julie.”

He found an empty box for her to sit on. He started toward the side of the stand, but a movement and Mrs. Pointer’s cry alerted him to the man he’d hit in the stomach. He tried to attack Joe, but the man was six inches shorter and didn’t have a lot of muscle.

“No, you don’t.” He hit his jaw hard. Then he picked up a piece of rope lying on the ground. He twisted the man’s hands behind his back and tied him up. Then he did the same for the other one.

“Maybe that will hold them for a few minutes,” he said to the woman and resumed his attempt to bring the little girl to her mother. He expected the child to be where he’d left her, but she’d followed him and stood a few feet from the stand.

“Julie, your mom is fine. She wants to make sure you are, too. Come here.”

Julie came closer, but she skirted around Joe, leaving plenty of distance between them. He wasn’t surprised. Children didn’t take to him much because of his size and his irregular features. He had dark brown hair with bushy eyebrows and a crooked nose, giving him a gruff look. His four brothers were handsome as sin. Women chased them constantly. Nobody chased Joe. He’d accepted his lot in life, but scaring little children still bothered him.

“Mommy!” Julie cried out as she flew into her mother’s arms.

“Oh, baby, I was so worried about you. Are you all right?”

“Yes. Did those bad men hurt you?”

Tears were running down both their faces, and Joe looked away. He felt like he was invading their privacy.

The females were hugging each other when Joe heard a baby cry. He looked around, startled, and found another box serving as a bed for a baby wrapped in a light blanket. The woman went to the box and lifted the baby, bigger than Joe had first thought. He’d forgotten Derek’s wife had been pregnant when he’d died in that car crash. It had caused a lot of gossip because he’d had a woman with him, who was not his wife.

“You came here with Julie and your baby? Don’t you know how dangerous that can be?”

She lifted her head and glared at him. “I do now.”

“You should’ve figured it out before you put the kids at risk.”

“I just wanted to sell my excess produce. Pardon me for not realizing some men would think it a fine opportunity to rape me!”

A siren in the distance stopped Joe from responding. He started to say she should know the nature of men. After all, she’d been married to a man who thought of no one but himself. But he was handsome.

The Sheriff’s deputies jumped from the car as soon as it slammed to a stop, sending dirt spraying into the air.

“Crawford, is everything okay?”

“Now it is. These two stopped and, realizing Mrs. Pointer was on her own, had her down on the ground, trying to undress her when I arrived.” He looked over at the two men. The one the widow had whacked on the back of the head was just coming to. The other one was sitting up, struggling with the rope.

“I bet they’re regretting that decision since you came along,” one of the deputies said, grinning at Joe.

“Mrs. Pointer took out the one on the left. He might need some medical attention, though he doesn’t deserve it. Neither of them is too bright. And if they show their faces around here again, they won’t be leaving.”

“You can’t prove anything,” the one sitting up sneered.

“If you’re dead, I won’t have to prove anything.” Joe’s words were softly spoken, hoping Mrs. Pointer wouldn’t hear them.

The man turned to the deputies. “Did you hear him threaten me? I’m going to press charges!”

Joe didn’t show any fear. Anna Pointer rushed over to his side. “I don’t think that will matter once I tell them what you tried to do. Besides, as he said, you come back and you might be dead.”

The two deputies nodded. “We protect our womenfolk around here. And we don’t press charges for doing that. You’d better keep your mouth shut. All that would do is confirm that you tried to hurt this lady.”

They pulled both men up and dragged them to the car, putting them into the back seat.

“That rope isn’t very strong. You might want to put on handcuffs,” Joe called.

The deputies did so. One of them called, “Thanks for reminding us. Sheriff wouldn’t be pleased if they got away. Ma’am, we’ll call you about pressing charges. Mrs. Pointer, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

The men drove off in another cloud of dust, leaving Joe and Mrs. Pointer standing there. She had the baby in her arms with Julie holding on to her shirttail.

“You’re not going to do this again, are you?” he asked, wanting to be sure she understood the danger.

“I won’t bring the children back. I’ll put them in Mother’s Day Out at the church.” She didn’t look at him.

“What? Didn’t you understand what was about to happen? What’s wrong with you?”

She was a beautiful woman. But her jaw firmed and she looked up at him. “I won’t risk the children, though I need to sell the produce. I’ve got a bank payment due on the land and I don’t have the money for it. I have to sell what I have.”

He stared at her. A wisp of wind would blow her away. Julie, too, looked like she hadn’t had a good meal in a while. Only the baby had any fat on him. They weren’t starving to death, were they? He looked around at all the produce and fruit she had and told himself he was being ridiculous.

“You can sell at the Farmer’s Market in Lawton. You’ll make more money there.”

“But I would have to pay a fee for the space. Thanks anyway.” She began loading boxes into the back of the old rattletrap truck parked beside the stand.

“You quitting for the day?”

“That was the first car to come along in two hours. And I—I don’t feel well.” She carried more boxes to the truck.

He picked up twice as many as she was carrying and followed her. “Are you sure this thing runs?”

“It did this morning.”

He frowned as he loaded his haul. Derek hadn’t been a good husband. Joe knew that. He’d heard too much about his social life, leaving his wife at home. But he’d always seemed to have money to spend. Had he left his widow penniless?

“Julie, bring the aprons, please, sweetie,” she ordered in a gentle voice.

The little girl picked up the aprons displayed on a piece of rope strung between two poles. Then she carried them toward her mother, dragging them in the dirt.

“Good job, Julie,” Joe said and picked her up by the waist, holding her high enough that the aprons didn’t get soiled. When he set her down by the truck, she peeked at him from beneath long lashes.

“Thank you. That was fun.” Then she handed the aprons to her mother and went back to the baby bed where the baby was fussing.

“She’s a good helper,” Joe said. She was as pretty as her mother.

“Yes, she is.” She cleared her throat. “I don’t think I thanked you for your assistance this afternoon.”

“I’m glad I was nearby.”

They continued to carry her things to the truck until everything was loaded. She politely thanked him again, then she loaded Julie and the baby.

Joe was glad to see a carrier seat in the truck. While she was strapping in her baby, he asked Julie if he could help her with her seat belt.

“I can do it. Mommy taught me.”

“You are a smart little girl. I bet your mommy is proud of you.”

“Yes. I help her with everything.”

“Well, you certainly helped her today.”

The woman slipped on her own seat belt and checked Julie to be sure she had hers fastened. “Thank you again, Mr. Crawford.”

She cranked the engine. Nothing happened. She pumped the gas pedal and repeated the process. The engine started up, but Joe didn’t think it sounded good. It probably needed to be checked out.

She drove away, leaving him standing there, staring after them. Slowly he walked back to his tractor. He didn’t have much more plowing to do. In the time it took to finish, his mind was filled with thoughts of the woman he’d just saved. He thought her name was Anna. He hadn’t known her husband well because he was about four years younger than Joe. His brothers knew him. They’d talked about what a jerk he was.

It seemed Anna had suffered from her marriage. Not only had her husband betrayed her, but he’d also apparently left her penniless. He looked over the fence at the barren land.

He wondered why she didn’t work the land. Or hire someone to do so. Maybe she should rent out the land. That might pay the mortgage. He should ask her.

He shook his head. He knew she wouldn’t welcome a visit from him. But he couldn’t tolerate their suffering. If he could help her get back on her feet, maybe she’d find someone to marry who could take care of the little family. Someone who’d be good to her and Julie. And the baby. Derek had been a lucky man and he’d thrown it all away.

He finished the plowing and headed for his barn. As soon as he’d put everything in its place, he got in his pickup, a two-year-old model with all the bells and whistles on it, unlike Anna’s truck. He was going to find out about Anna Pointer. His mother knew everything going on in the county. She could tell him.

Carol Crawford had just gotten home from her daughter Lindsay’s house. She’d spent the afternoon baby-sitting Lindsay’s little boy, and her second son Pete’s adopted son and newborn baby. She had a smile on her face when Joe joined her in the kitchen.

“Joe! Are you coming to have dinner with us? How nice!”

He gave her a hug and kissed her cheek. “Don’t you ever tire of feeding hungry boys?” he asked with a smile. Since she had five sons before she finally gave birth to Lindsay, she’d spent most of her life providing for her growing boys.

“Of course not. How are you? I haven’t seen you at all since last Sunday when you had dinner with us.”

“I know. I’ve been plowing the fields. Today I was over by the Pointer place.”

“Oh? Did you see Anna? I’m worried about her.”

His gaze focused on his mother. “Why?”

“No one ever sees her anymore. She doesn’t come to town much at all. And she’s got two babies to take care of.”

“How old is Julie?”

She was surprised by his question, but he didn’t explain.

“I think she’s close to four. She was born about ten months after Anna married Derek. Terrible mistake.”

“Yeah. Uh, did Derek leave her provided for?”

Carol stopped putting away groceries and turned to face her son. “I assumed he did. I’m sure he had insurance.”

“She almost got raped today trying to sell produce at that old stand where 50 turns south.”

“What? Oh, no! What happened?”

He gave her a thumbnail sketch of the event. Emphasizing Julie’s quick thinking and Anna’s determination.

“Well, I certainly hope she learned her lesson!” Carol exclaimed, frowning.

“She said she wouldn’t bring the children again, but she had to sell her produce so she could pay the mortgage.”

Carol continued to frown as she poured two glasses of lemonade from the refrigerator. “So she doesn’t have any income?”

“That would be my guess,” Joe said as he held his mother’s chair for her and then joined her at the table. “I suggested she sell things at the Farmer’s Market in Lawton, but she said she couldn’t afford the fee.”

“Oh, my. Why didn’t she let someone know? The community would have pitched in.”

“I’d guess because of her pride. After all, her husband embarrassed her enough.” He thought about that stubborn chin she’d shown him.

“Well, we have to do something to help her.”

He relaxed a little. He’d known his mother would want to help. “I was thinking of renting some land from her. But I didn’t ask her today. I was wondering if you still get free space at the Farmer’s Market since you’re on the Board of Directors.”

“I’d forgotten about that, but yes, I do. Only, it has to be used by me or a family member. I can’t give it to Anna, as much as I wish I could.”

“If I stayed with her, no one would question her, would they?”

“No, but they might question you about why you’re with her. That might prove a little embarrassing for both of you.” Carol looked at her son speculatively.

“Come on, Mom, no one would suspect Anna Pointer of having any interest in me. Women don’t want someone as ugly as me.”

“Joe, I wish you wouldn’t talk about yourself that way. You’re not ugly!” she protested.

“Of course not!” he replied in a teasing voice. “I just have a face only a mother could love.” He’d dealt with the reality of his life in high school. If it was a matter of muscle or brains, they picked him first, but after he’d done whatever they needed, he was abandoned.

“I’d be glad for you to stay with Anna and let her use my space. But you’ll have to stay with her. Can you explain it to her, or shall I write a note?”

“I can explain it to her, Mom. And explain that I won’t take advantage of her. She might be a little skittish after this afternoon.”

“Oh, my, yes.”

“I’ll go see her after dinner here. You wouldn’t have any cookies or something like that to take with me, would you? I think that might take Julie’s mind off what happened today. I’d hate for her to have nightmares.”

His mother stared at him and his cheeks heated up. “She’s just a baby herself, but she saved her mother today.”

“True. Why don’t I bake a cake? I can do that while you go out and talk to your Dad. He’s working in the barn this afternoon. He might be interested in renting some of her land, too. Or he might know others who would be interested.”

“Good idea, Mom. That would take care of the mortgage payment. Was she born in the city? Otherwise I’m surprised she isn’t working the land herself.”

“I don’t know, son. Why don’t you ask her?”

“I will.”

He hurried out to the barn, anxious to tell his father about Anna Pointer. “Dad!” he called as he stepped inside one of the three barns they had.

“Joe? What are you doing here? I thought you were plowing all week,” Caleb Crawford called as he came toward his oldest son.

“I am. I ran into a problem today and I wanted to ask your advice.”

He told his father about the incident with Anna Pointer. Then he explained Anna’s need for money to pay the mortgage.

“I figured Derek had insurance that paid off the land. Hmm, that’s difficult, making enough money from produce to satisfy the bank.”

“Yeah. I was wondering if you’d be interested in renting some of her land. She’s not working it at all. I think she’s got a hundred sixty acres in decent shape. I thought I might plant more hay and sell off what I don’t need.”

“Good thinking. Yeah, I might be interested. However, Pete would probably appreciate knowing about it, too. He’s got a family to raise, you know. And his land connects with part of Pointer’s, like yours does.”

“That’s true. Maybe I should go over there after dinner.”

“You’re going to a lot of trouble for this woman. Seems to me I remember she’s a beauty. You interested in her?”

Joe stiffened. “You know better than that, Dad. You know I don’t attract women like my brothers do.” He turned away, like he planned on walking out.

“Boy, you make too much of having a handsome face. It’s about time you found a woman and settled down. Pete is three years younger than you and he’s got two kids. Logan has two kids, too. The other two haven’t married yet, but it won’t be long. You’re falling behind.”

“I’m doing all right. My crops were good last year, and my herd is growing. I’ve got money in the bank. I’m not complaining,” he told his father.

“That’s just it, son. You need a woman to spend the money you’re making. It keeps a man humble and working hard.”

Joe laughed, trying not to sound bitter. “I can stay humble, Dad. That’s not a problem.”