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Chapter Two

Cassie had heard a wagon stop at the store but she paid it no mind. Her thoughts were on other things.

She pulled out a length of wood and dragged it to the site she’d chosen for the house and laid it alongside the other three she’d put there. She still had no idea how to proceed. Did she build the floor and put the walls on top? Did she make the walls and build the floor inside? How did she put in the windows?

She sat down on the stack of lumber and stared at the four pieces of wood. If she had the money she’d hire someone to do this. Someone who knew what they were doing. Someone who would expect nothing in return but his wages. But she was out of funds. Roper’s offer to help flashed across her mind but she dismissed the idea. She did not want to be owing a man for any reason. She bolted to her feet. She’d ask Macpherson what to do, and she’d do it. By herself.

Her mind set, her back stiff, she turned and staggered to a stop as a wagon drew up before her property.

Roper jumped down, leaving a boy on the seat. She thought she glimpsed two or three more kids in the wagon but she must be dreaming. Why would Roper have kids with him? She supposed the boy could be headed out to work at the ranch, though he looked too young to have to earn his way in life. But if Roper took him to the ranch Eddie and Linette would see he was properly treated. He could be a companion for Grady, the four-year-old boy Linette had rescued on her ocean voyage from England.

Roper crossed the grassy property and stopped two feet from her. “See you’re about ready to move into your house.” His grin mocked her.

“Check back in a week or so and your grin won’t be so wide.”

He glanced at the lumber on the ground. “Guess you know what you’re doing.”

What he meant was, You’re lost in the fog. “I was about to ask advice from Macpherson. Who are those kids?” Three pairs of eyes peered at her over the edge of the wagon and the boy on the seat watched with unusual interest.

Roper removed his hat, scratched his head until his hair looked like a windblown haystack then shoved the hat back on, adjusting it several ways until he was satisfied.

She’d never seen the man at a loss for words. “Roper, what are you up to? You haven’t kidnapped them, have you?”

“Nothing like that.” He stared at the wagon and the kids, who stared right back.

“Well, what is it like?” She alternated between watching Roper and watching the kids as wariness continued to creep across her neck like a spider.

He faced her so quickly she stepped back, as much from his bleak expression as from being startled. “The kids’ mother is dead. They came West hoping to join up with their pa but they just heard he’s dead, too.”

Cassie’s heart dipped low, leaving her slightly dizzy. She remembered what it was like to hear your pa had died, recalled what it felt like to suddenly be homeless.

“I said I would keep them until their uncle sends for them. Or comes for them.”

“Roper, how will you look after four children?”

“I will.”

She didn’t bother pointing out the obvious arguments. “Why are you here?”

He gave her a look rife with possibilities and she didn’t like any of them. “I know how to build a house. I could put this up for you in short order.”

“We’ve had this discussion.”

He snatched the hat from his head. “Hear me out. What I have in mind is a business proposition.” He paused, waiting for her response.

“I’m listening.” The word business appealed to her. She had every intention of becoming a successful businesswoman.

“I plan to take care of the kids until the Mountie finds their uncle. But I can’t do it alone. If you helped I would pay you by building your house.” He grinned, as pleased with himself as could be. “I’ll stay here, in a tent, as long as it takes me to build it.”

She stared at him, turned to study the kids who listened intently. She wanted to help. Not for Roper’s sake but because her heart tugged at her. She knew how uncertain the children would be feeling right now. She hoped their uncle would welcome them, unlike her grandfather who had never welcomed Cassie and her mother. He’d made it clear every day how much it cost him, though the way he’d worked Ma she knew he’d gotten a bargain in the arrangement. Cassie didn’t want the children to feel as lost as she had felt, but if she went along with Roper’s suggestion would he end up thinking he had the right to control her life? She would never give up her dream of being self-sufficient.

The youngest boy sank back in the wagon. “She don’t want to help us,” he muttered.

The words were slightly different than the ones that had echoed in her head from the time she was nine until she’d run off to marry George, but the ache was the same. The need to be accepted, to feel secure.

Before she could reason past the emotion, she turned to Roper. “It’s a deal.” She held out her hand, and they shook. He held her hand a moment longer than the shake required, his eyes warm and thankful. She clamped her lips together and tried to deny the feeling that the two of them had stepped across an invisible line and entered strange new territory.

He released her hand and turned to the children. “Come on, kids. You’re staying here.”

They scrambled from the wagon and edged their way over to face Cassie. She felt their uncertainty like a heat wave.

She wanted to ease that fear. “You’ll be safe here as long as you need.”

The oldest girl teared up. “Thank you. Thank you.”

The oldest boy’s expression remained guarded. Cassie knew he wouldn’t easily accept words; he’d have to see for himself they were more than empty promises.

Roper introduced them all and at Cassie’s request they gave their ages: Daisy, thirteen; Neil, twelve; Billy, six; and Pansy, two.

Cassie quickly assessed them. They seemed weary and afraid but not defeated, especially Daisy who appeared competent in her role as mother, her watchful brown eyes never leaving her siblings.

Neil, too, seemed strong though not yet grown past childhood. His brown hair was in need of a cut, she noted as he stared at Cassie with the same deep brown eyes as Daisy.

The two younger children were both fair-haired, like their older sister, and blue-eyed and clung to their older siblings.

They all shuffled their feet and grew exceedingly quiet as the Mountie crossed from Macpherson’s store.

“You kids ready to go?”

Cassie shot Roper a look full of hot accusation. He had neglected to say anything about the NWMP having a claim to these children. What else had he not told her?

“Constable, they’ll be staying here with us.” Roper included Cassie in his announcement.

The Mountie looked about slowly, taking in the pile of lumber, the tiny sagging tent and likely a whole lot more. His gaze stopped at Cassie. “Are you in agreement with sheltering these children temporarily?”

She nodded, too nervous to speak as he studied her. His look seemed to see a whole lot more than the tight smile she gave him.

His gaze again went to the tent.

Roper stepped forward. “I guarantee they’ll be as safe and dry as any kids setting out with their folks in a wagon.”

He might as well have said things would be a little rough.

The Mountie didn’t answer for several minutes then shook his head. “This is most unusual. Two unmarried people caring for a family. However, I’ve had reports about a group of Indians stirring up trouble and I need to check on them before I head back to the fort. Should be gone a few days. I’ll leave the children in your care until then. When I get back, I’ll make my decision.” He donned his Stetson to indicate the interview was over and headed back to the store.

Tension filled the air after he left. Cassie searched for something to ease the moment, but as she glanced about, the enormity of the situation hit her.

“Where is everyone going to sleep?” She waved her hand toward her tent that grew more bowed with each puff of wind. Obviously that wouldn’t be sufficient.

The kids considered the tent. As if the thought of so many inside was too much for it to contemplate, the tent collapsed with a heavy sigh.

Billy giggled. “It got tired and laid down.”

For some reason his words tickled his brother and older sister and they pressed their hands to their mouths, trying to contain errant giggles. They failed miserably and stopped trying.

Pansy’s eyes widened and she gurgled at their amusement—a sweet pleasing sound that brought a smile to Cassie’s mouth.

Their reaction was likely the result of all the emotion of the past few hours, Cassie reasoned. She glanced toward Roper. As he met her gaze, he started to chuckle.

“I don’t see what’s so funny about the prospect of sleeping out in the open.” But there was something infectious about the laughter around her and she could no longer keep a straight face.

They laughed until she was weak in the knees and had wiped tears from her face several times.

As if guided by some silent signal they all grew quiet at once.

“I’ll put up a temporary shelter,” Roper said. He headed toward the pile of lumber.

Neil sprang after him. “I can help.”

“’Preciate that. Let’s find something to build half walls with.”

“Half walls?” Cassie asked.

“Temporary but solid. I’ll get some canvas from Macpherson to cover the top. It will be warm and dry until we get the house done.”

Neil grabbed the end of a board that Roper indicated.

Cassie trotted over and reached for a second board.

Roper caught her shoulder and stopped her. “I can handle this.”

Did he think he could simply take over? “We need to discuss our arrangement.” She edged away from the children so they wouldn’t hear the conversation. “I want to be clear this is only while the children are here.”

“Cassie, that’s all I expect.” Something about the way his eyes darkened made her think of retracting her words. But only for a quick second.

“I don’t need or want help for my sake.”

He lifted his gaze to the sky as if seeking divine help then grinned at her.

She gave his amusement no mind. “I’d pay you if I could.”

“You take care of the kids.” He tipped his head toward the quartet. Neil had joined the others and they regarded her warily. “I want nothing more.”

“Good. So long as you understand completely.”

“You’ve made yourself more than clear. Now about the children...”

“Of course.” She had no idea how she could manage until they had some sort of shelter and a stove, but she’d keep her part of the bargain and care for them. She squared her shoulders as she joined them. “When was the last time you ate?”

“We’re not hungry,” Daisy said but the way Billy’s eyes widened with hope and little Pansy stopped sucking her fingers, Cassie knew Daisy did not speak for the others. “I’ll make tea.” She headed for the tent to retrieve her stack of dishes. She lifted the canvas and crawled inside, fighting the billows of rough material. A moment later, she backed out with her hands full.

Billy giggled.

“Shh,” Daisy warned.

He sobered but the way his lips trembled tickled the inside of Cassie’s stomach.

“I feel like a bug crawling out from a hole.” She grinned and ran her hands over her hair.

“Pretty big bug.” Billy’s smile flickered and sputtered to an end as Daisy poked him in the back.

“He doesn’t mean anything bad. He just hasn’t learned to think before he speaks.” Daisy’s stare dared him to say anything more.

“Have, too.”

Cassie chuckled. Obviously the boy didn’t seem inclined to listen to Daisy’s warnings, silent or otherwise. To distract him, she said, “Billy, why don’t you gather up some firewood?” There was plenty of it lying about. Neil had gone back to helping Roper so she asked Daisy, “Could you help with these things?” She indicated the kettle and the box of supplies.

Daisy jiggled Pansy farther up on her hip and grabbed the kettle.

It was on the tip of Cassie’s tongue to suggest that Daisy put her sister down but she wondered if either of them were ready to be separated and decided to leave it be.

It didn’t take long to get a fire going and hang the kettle over it. Roper paused from his work to drag logs close.

“Benches,” he explained, and she thanked him.

She took the biscuits and jam out of her provisions and when the tea was ready she called Roper and Neil. The other children hovered beside the fire, Pansy still riding Daisy’s hip.

Roper hung the hammer over the board walls he had started and squatted to begin a mock fistfight with Neil. “You hungry, boy, or do you want to stay here working?”

“I’m hungry.” Neil batted Roper’s harmless fists away and tried to jab Roper’s stomach.

Roper bounced away on the balls of his feet, still throwing mock punches.

As Neil laughed, the other three watched, their expressions relaxed, the guardedness gone from their posture.

Cassie studied them. Strange how the kids seemed to feel comfortable with Roper. Maybe because he was always laughing and teasing. Didn’t he know there were times to be serious? Times to think about the future?

The pair reached the campfire.

“I haven’t a cup for everyone until I unpack some boxes.” She indicated the crates nearby. In one of them were dishes purchased from Macpherson that she planned to use when she served meals to people passing through in need of a feed and willing to pay for it.

“We’ll share,” Daisy said and offered a drink to Pansy from her cup. “Neil and Billy can share, too.” Her look ordered them to agree without fuss and they nodded.

Cassie dipped her head to hide her smile. Daisy had taken on the role of mother. She didn’t have much choice but Cassie wondered how long it would be before the others, especially Neil, decided otherwise. Still smiling she lifted her head and encountered Roper’s gaze. He darted a glance at the kids and winked at her.

Winked! Like she was a common trollop he found on the street. Her cheeks burned. Her heart caught fire. How dare he?

He left his perch by Neil and plopped to the log beside Cassie. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to offend you. I meant only to signal that I understood the way you’d read the children.” He kept his voice low as the kids shared their drinks. “Neil and Daisy are both strong. So far they work together for the good of all. I hope it continues until their uncle arrives.”

Cassie stumbled over her thoughts. She’d misread his action and now she was embarrassed and uncertain how to undo it. Best to simply face it honestly and move on. “Apology accepted and please accept my own regrets for being so quick to jump to offense.”

He nodded but the air between them remained heavy with awkwardness.

“Those biscuits for eating?” Billy asked, eyeing the plate of biscuits and jam.

“Billy.” Daisy grabbed his arm. “Mind your manners.”

Neil watched Cassie with a look of uncertainty that made her forget any lingering embarrassment. How well she understood that look. Even more, she knew the fluttering in the pit of one’s stomach that accompanied it. She wanted more than anything to put a stop to the kids feeling that way—and equally as much to lose the memory of that sensation.

“Billy, you’re right. I’ve forgotten my manners as the hostess. Thank you for reminding me.” She grabbed the plate and handed it around. “Take two,” she insisted. She stopped in front of Neil. “We don’t know each other and you might not be here long enough that we ever do but while you are here, you are safe. I expect each of you to be cooperative and polite but I’m not about to change my mind when you slip up. I won’t kick you to the curb.” She chuckled softly and glanced toward Macpherson’s store. “Guess it might be a little hard seeing as there isn’t even a street let alone a curb.” She returned her gaze to Neil. “What I’m trying to say is you can trust me.”

Neil held her gaze for a heartbeat then took two biscuits. “Thank you.”

She didn’t expect to win his approval overnight but it was a start. She held the plate and the remaining biscuits out to Roper.

He shook his head. “Give them to the kids. I’ll go out early tomorrow and rustle up some more food.”

Seems she would be depending on him far more than she cared to. Her whole goal had been to be free of obligation and debt. She ached to say it again but not while the children were listening.

The kids finished their food, handed Cassie their cups and quietly thanked her. They sat on their crude log benches, fingers twitching, their gazes darting about and long sighs escaping their lips.

Their restlessness made her skin tingle. “Go ahead and play while we have some more tea.” She refilled Roper’s cup and they watched as the kids hurried away to the other side of the walls Roper had constructed. As soon as they were out of sight, tension grabbed Cassie’s muscles. This was a far cry from what she’d planned. Her agreement to work with him felt like a walk back into the very thing she meant to escape. “How long do you think it will take to contact the uncle?”

“I wouldn’t venture a guess. Why? You already wishing I was gone?”

“You make me sound rude and ungrateful. I’m not. I just have plans. Goals. Don’t you?”

He stared off in the distance for a moment, his expression uncharacteristically serious. Then he flashed her a teasing grin. “Now that you mention it, I guess I don’t. Apart from making sure the kids are safe.”

“I find that hard to believe. Don’t you want to get your own ranch?”

He shrugged, his smile never faltering. “Don’t mind being free to go where I want, work for the man I wish to work for.”

She wanted him to admit to more than that. “Wouldn’t you like to have a family of your own?”

The corners of his eyes flattened. The only sign that he wasn’t still amused. “I never think of family.”

She puffed out a sigh. “Family can be a pain.”

He shrugged again. “Wouldn’t know. Never had any except for the other kids in the orphanage.” He laughed. “An odd sort of family, I guess. No roots. Changing with the seasons.”

She didn’t answer. Her grandfather had made the word family uncomfortable for her but that was different than what Roper meant. She didn’t know how to respond to his description of family. With no response coming to her mind, she shifted back to her concern. “Roper, about our arrangement. I—”

He chuckled. “I know what you’re going to say but this isn’t about you or me. It’s about the kids.”

“So long as you remember that.”

“I aim to. I got rules you know. Like never stay where you’re not wanted. Don’t put down roots you’ll likely have ripped out.”

She guessed there was a story behind his last statement. Likely something he’d learned by bitter experience but she didn’t bother to ask. “I plan to put down roots right here.” She jabbed her finger toward the ground.

“That’s the difference between you and me.” The grin remained on his lips but she noticed it didn’t reach his eyes.

She studied him. “I’m guessing taking care of other people’s business is another of your rules.”

He laughed out loud at that. “Seems I got more rules than I realized.”

Whispers and giggles came from behind the wooden walls. “Do you think they’ll be okay?”

“You did good in telling them they’ll be safe here.” His grin seemed to be both approving and teasing.

How did he do that? Never quite serious. Always positive. Certainly different than how her grandfather had been. Thinking of the older man, she shifted her concern to the children. “They will be safe as much as it lies within me to make it so.” And they’d never be made to feel like they were burdens. Not if she had anything to do with it.

“Good to know.” He eased to his feet. “Watch this.” He tiptoed to the half walls, glancing back at her with a wide grin. He held his finger to his mouth to signal her to silence then he edged around the corner and jumped into the children’s view, yelling wildly.

Pansy screamed, Daisy gasped loudly enough for Cassie to hear her, and then started to laugh. Neil let out a yell. At the same time Billy hollered and ran diagonally across the lot.

Next thing she knew, Roper was tearing after Billy. “I’m going to catch you.”

Billy looked over his shoulder, saw Roper bearing down on him and ran so fast his short legs could have churned butter. Not far behind Roper, Neil joined the pursuit.

Cassie jumped to her feet. What were they doing? Had Billy done something to annoy Roper? Was Neil trying to protect his brother? Aiming to protect the kids, she picked up her skirts and ran toward them.

Roper caught Billy and lifted him into the air. “Gotcha.” He plopped the boy on the ground, knelt over him and tickled him.

Cassie slowed to a halt. It was only play!

Neil reached them, and threw himself on Roper’s back. Roper flipped to his stomach, Neil still clinging to him.

“You got me. Oh. Ow. Let me go.”

Both boys piled on him, tickling and play fighting. At least she hoped it was play and by all the laughing she guessed it was. She knew little about play. Seemed her whole life had been work and if not work, then soberness and trying to please. Fun did not fit into either category. Somehow she thought it was that way for all children. Apparently Roper didn’t agree.

Daisy joined her, Pansy again riding her hip. “Don’t worry. The boys won’t hurt him.”

“I was worried about the boys.”

They looked at each other and laughed. Pansy gave a shy smile from the shelter of Daisy’s neck.

Cassie gave the little gal some study, taking in her wondrously big blue eyes that, in a few years, would bring grown men to her beck and call, and her fine blond hair that could use a combing. Suddenly she realized all the children were travel soiled. They would need baths and food and clean clothes and—

The enormity of the task she had taken on hit her like a falling pine. How could she possibly manage?

She sucked in air to relieve her anxiousness. It was a business arrangement that would result in having her house built, she told herself. It would help her achieve her dream. It was temporary and two of the kids were big enough to lend a hand. She could do this. She pushed her shoulders back as if stepping into a harness, and like a horse leaning into a load, she turned toward the fire.

Daisy followed on her heels. “I intend to do my share around here.”

“Fine. Let’s get the dishes done then heat water for baths.”

“I guess we are pretty dirty. Mama would scold us for sure.” Her voice quivered.

Cassie faced her. “I expect she would be proud that you’ve managed so well.”

Daisy nodded. “Roper said Ma and Pa would be proud of us.”

“Indeed.”

She washed the few dishes, handing them to Daisy to dry. Pansy sat at Daisy’s side, content to watch. As soon as they’d washed and dried the last cup, Cassie dragged out the big tub.

Roper saw her intent and he and Neil hauled more water from the nearby river.

As the water heated, Roper finished the walls and somehow built a frame for the roof on which to drape the canvas he purchased from Macpherson. With Neil’s help he brought over the stove Cassie had ordered and set it up in the new shelter.

Cassie eyed it with joy. She’d be able to start baking bread for Macpherson and paying off her loan a lot sooner than she’d anticipated.

With the kids helping, Roper soon had Cassie’s bed roll in one corner of the shelter, furs and blankets arranged for the children next to her bed. The stove and a crude table he’d put together made an area where she could work and feed the kids.

They dragged the tub under the canvas and filled it with water.

“I’ll bathe Pansy,” Daisy insisted.

Cassie didn’t protest. She hadn’t ever bathed a baby. Nor a two-year-old. Her heart clenched as she recalled her hope for babies. Twice she’d thought she’d welcome an infant into her arms but twice it wasn’t to be. They had never drawn breath after their births.

She turned away, unable to catch her breath, and slipped outside before anyone noticed.

Roper found her there. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She stared toward the sun dipping behind the mountains and breathed slowly, evenly.

He gently touched her shoulder. “Are you regretting your decision?”

“It was an act of God.”

His fingers tightened on her shoulder. “Are you talking about the children?”

She closed her eyes and pushed back a groan. Of course, he meant the children in the tent. “No, I don’t regret my decision. It will benefit me to get my house up as soon as possible.”

“You didn’t mean the kids, did you?”

His quiet question, the gentleness in his voice tugged at her soul, made her want to wail out her pain. But she’d learned to hide her hurt, bury her feelings. She didn’t know any other way of dealing with life. “I better go check on them.”

He blocked her retreat. “I think they can manage quite well without us. Let’s go for a walk.”

“I’m really too tired.”

“I want to show you where I’ll set up my camp in case you need me for anything.”

She stiffened her spine. “I think I can manage.”

He chuckled. “I’m sure you can but this is a business deal, remember? The kids are my responsibility.”

Somehow he had taken her elbow and herded her toward the river and a grove of trees.

“I’ll take the tent that collapsed on you and pitch it here.” He pointed. “If you need me, you have only to holler.”

“I won’t be hollering.”

“I expect not. But I feel better knowing anyone could and I’ll hear them.”

He meant the kids could call for him. “Why would they need you when I’ll be right there in the same tent or whatever you want to call it?”

“No reason. Just as there’s no reason to get all prickly about it.”

“Prickly?” She swallowed hard. “If I am it’s because you make me sound like I can’t manage on my own.”

He held up his hands in a sign of protest. “It never crossed my mind.”

“Well, then. So long as we understand each other.” She headed back to her site.

He chuckled softly, and followed her. “Oh, I get it.”

She ignored the note of triumph in his voice. How could he possibly comprehend? He had no idea of the events that had shaped her life and made her want nothing half as much as she wanted to be independent. Self-sufficient. “I don’t need anyone,” she muttered.

“Sounds mighty lonely to me.”

“You can be lonely with people around.” Thankfully they had reached camp and he didn’t get a chance to respond.

The sound of giggling stopped them, and they listened.

“That’s about the happiest sound in the world.” Roper seemed pleased, content even.

“How can they be happy? Their parents are dead. They’re orphans.” Their lives were full of uncertainty.

“A person can be as happy as they make up their mind to be.”

She’d heard the words before. “Linette said the same thing when we first arrived at the ranch.” She didn’t believe it was that simple any more now than she had then. People made demands of a person that made happiness impossible. It was why she intended to survive on her own.

“I figure you might as well choose to be happy as miserable.”

She heard the shrug in his voice. “Sometimes it isn’t up to you.”

“I suppose you’re right in the sense that our lives are in God’s hands and ultimately we have to trust Him. But knowing that makes it easy to enjoy life, don’t you think?”

Grateful for the dusk that hid her expression, Cassie murmured a sound that could be taken as agreement if he chose to interpret it as such. But inside, protests exploded. Didn’t God let man have a choice? Because of free will, not all men lived by God’s rules. Not all people were kind. Not all of life could be enjoyed.

She realized Roper was waiting for her answer. “Sometimes you have to work to get what you want from life. I trust God to help me achieve my goals.” Saying it out loud solidified it in her mind. God had given her the opportunity to own a plot of land and now, by caring for the children, she would get her house built much faster, and no doubt better, than she could have done it. God had given her what she needed. She would apply all her skill and strength to making it work. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to take care of my share of the responsibility.”

“And I need to get my camp set up while I can still see.” Still, he hesitated as if he wanted something more.

She searched her mind but could think of nothing more she needed to do. “Good night, then.”

“Good night. Call out if you need anything.” He turned and strolled away.

She watched until he dipped down toward the creek, out of sight. Yet she felt how close he was, how ready to come to her rescue.

He would soon learn she could manage on her own.