An Unwilling Husband (27 page)

Rope in hand, Garret rode toward her. She opened her mouth to speak but he hadn’t come back to talk to her. He scoured the herd, searching for something, and when he spotted his quarry, made the loop in his rope bigger. Deftly, he lassoed a half-grown black calf that had straggled behind the group. He led it off into the brush.

She gasped and kicked Buck in their direction.

“Garret Shaw,” she said as she pulled alongside him. “What are you doing with that baby?”

With a sigh, he loosed the rope from its neck. “I’m gonna shoot it, Maggie. Best you not watch.”

She looked in horror at the calf. Tiny flecks of blood came from its nose where the coyote had latched on. She lurched forward and halted Buck in front of the calf.

Garret withdrew his pistol and set a thunderous glare on her. “Move. You know better than to step in front of somebody with a loaded pistol.”

“He isn’t hurt so bad. Maybe he’ll live.”

“Maggie,” he said. “He might live, but he’ll suffer and be as sick as that coyote in a few days. It ain’t natural for them to come out so boldly. They’re scared of us. More scavenger than hunter, and that dog was foamin’ at the mouth and half crazed.” He watched her with sympathy. “This is part of life out here. You have to take the bad with the good. If you don’t want me to put it down, I won’t. But it’ll suffer.”

She needed a moment to think. The calf panted under the strain of an injured nose. Its head drooped like it knew its fate. She squeezed her eyes shut and backed Buck out of the way, kicked him and got as far away as she could before the gunshot sounded.

The stampede had cost them time, thrown them off course. The only break she took from the saddle was to relieve herself in the brush, and her legs complained about the strain of prolonged time melded around Buck’s swaybacked form. Garret’s anticipated announcement that it was time to break camp couldn’t come soon enough.

Her husband, however, seemed relentless in his work and they drove until the light waned and the town loomed ahead. Surely they’d taken the cattle over the allotted fifteen miles, but he seemed indifferent to their weight loss at the moment. He was a smart rancher, and a capable drover. His disregard for his normal driving procedures meant he was more worried about the Jenningses than he let on.

“You look exhausted,” Garret said over the noise of the cattle as he pulled up beside her.

“Thanks,” she replied.

“Why don’t you go fetch us a couple of rooms. Lenny and Burke can help me bring the cattle into the chutes. I’ll stay in Burke’s room tonight, and you girls can have the other.”

She glared at him.

Garret gave a stern shake of his head. “It ain’t like that. I’m not avoiding you. I just don’t want Burke and Lenny sharing a room.”

“Fine,” she snapped. Buck deserved some fresh straw and a clean stall after the day they’d had, but she hesitated. The hotel room beckoned her.

“Leave him in front. I’ll take him to the stable after we’re done.”

Maggie tried to smile her gratitude through the exhaustion. “Thanks.”

“Oh, and Maggie,” Garret said as she turned Buck toward the inn. “You did real good today.”

And that was all it took for the warmth of a hard earned compliment to wash over her and change her temperament. Grinning, he rode back to finish their work. She sighed happily and went to reserve the rooms. That boy could be mean as sin, and one kind word would send her into an improved mood. She should be worried about that, but couldn’t quite find it in herself to pick at his imperfections.

By the time she opened the door to her room, her stomach gurgled with hunger. Covered in travel dust, she plodded around a small chest of drawers to the washbasin against the back wall. Her clumsy fingers flubbed lighting the lantern the first two times, but the third sent flickering light through the tiny room. The mauve and tan floral wallpaper clashed with the green baseboards and there was a suspicious hole in the wall that looked like she wasn’t the only creature dwelling there, but it could be worse. The water was clear as she poured it from the full pitcher and the bed looked clean enough. She’d spent two days on the trail and could barely keep her eyes open. A milkweed mattress in a swamp would be acceptable about now.

She washed and decided to try and stay awake to have dinner with the others. She failed. By the time Lenny stepped into their room, Maggie had been asleep on the end of the still-made bed for a good while. Rejuvenated after the small nap, she descended with Lenny to the main level to meet Burke and Garret.

He’d charmed the cook, who served them leftover meat pie and cornbread, though the milk and dessert had long been consumed by those conscientious of normal dining hours. She didn’t care, and from the silence at dinner, it was a safe bet no one else noticed the absence either.

After she’d finished, Garret rose beside her and took her plate to refill it. Though hard pressed to eat another bite with her dress so fitted, she found room. When she could eat no more, she pushed her unfinished plate in his direction and he made swift work of her leftovers.

He ate with single mindedness and was, thankfully, seemingly too tired to notice any attention from her. Even dusty from a long day of work and flushed with the prolonged effort of his endeavors, he was a man not easily ignored. As if he’d read her thoughts, he surprised her with a smile. She looked away quickly, flustered at having been caught staring.

Garret wrapped his warm, strong hand around hers under the table. “I don’t mind you looking, Maggie.”

Blast her fair skin. Her face flushed with an uncomfortable heat. Thank the Lord, Lenny and Burke had excused themselves to their rooms earlier. Witnesses would have made the situation even worse.

Maggie cleared her throat. “Umm, well then, I should be off to bed. I’m quite drained from the exciting day, and you never know what adventures tomorrow will bring,” she rambled, barely resisting the urge to stifle an affected yawn. Simplicity was best when one was a terrible pretender.

Smiling, he let her excuse herself and return to her room. She turned once to offer a good night, and he was still watching her leave. It brought new warmth to her cheeks. She climbed the stairs and tiptoed into the silent room. Lenny was already passed out cold on one side of the bed but had left the lantern lit.

As quietly as she could, she slipped out of her dress and sponged her skin with clean water until she at least resembled a human again. Was Garret readying for bed too? His room lay just on the other side of the wall.

She pressed her hand against the cool wallpaper. Only feet from him, yet he felt miles away. She ran the sponge down her arm and imagined his gentle touch at dinner. He’d warmed to her over time, and even if it wouldn’t ever be love for him, he still cared on some level. His hardened exterior cracked every time he rewarded her with touch or kind word. With every smile he bestowed upon her, his facade of indifferent arrogance slipped a little further into oblivion.

Even her exhaustion couldn’t disguise that the bed proved lumpy, and pungent with the aroma of unwashed linens. It was also likely infected with some sort of critter intent on feeding on her flesh. Upon waking, rows of raised, red, itchy blotches covered her fragile skin. One glance at Lenny, well-rested with her clear olive toned skin, proved her friend hadn’t been so affected.

The comparison, on top of a hundred others, added fuel to the ongoing argument with herself that she really wasn’t made for such a life. Her stubbornness alone kept her steady and happy in such an unyielding place.

It was early, before dawn, and Lenny had woken her while mousing around, readying herself for the day.

“Why are you up so early?” Maggie whispered.

Lenny eyed the door and sat on the other side of the bed. “Boss doesn’t want us in town when the Jenningses find out about the cattle. He wants us home, and I’m inclined to agree.”

“Oh. Right,” she said. She rose and got ready by candlelight. After she finished dressing and Lenny had braided her hair, she pinned it in a bun.

Though it would be a crude one, she looked forward to a warm bath at home.
Home
. She smiled at the thought.

Garret and Burke retrieved and saddled the horses and brought them around to the front of the inn. Whitfield’s horse was a magnificent creature. She was a gargantuan black with feathering from knees to hooves. The mare looked as if she belonged in some fairy tale from long ago. Her size was intimidating, but a few minutes with the mare proved she was a docile horse with a kind disposition. Buck seemed smitten with her, much to Rooney’s irritation, and Lenny’s mare acted completely unaffected by the new addition to the Lazy S stables.

The ride to the ranch was a quiet one. Breakfast had been skipped in their haste to get home, and by the time they rode onto Shaw land, her stomach was convinced her throat had been slit. Fried eggs, stale bread and slivers of cheese had to suffice because none of the group was willing to spend too much time cooking before feeding famished appetites. Wells and Cookie were out hauling hay to the remaining cattle, and Burke joined them shortly after he’d finished breakfast. Lenny headed to the barn to start work on the chores, leaving Garret and Maggie in the house.

“Come here. I want to show you somethin’,” Garret said, and took his final swig of aromatic coffee.

He led her into her bedroom, and with strength and ease of practice, moved the bed aside and pried up a couple of loose nails. She would have never noticed the board was any different than the others, but he seemed to know exactly which it was by memory.

The board clanked quietly when he set it aside, and he pulled out a large, bulging coin purse.

“This is our savings. The Jenningses won’t take a payment on their loan unless it is in full, so I’ve been putting money away. This is what we have so far.” He handed her the leather pouch.

“It looks like a substantial amount of money, Garret. Why haven’t you put it in the bank?”

“Jennings has eyes in the bank, and I don’t want him knowing how close to or far away we are from paying him off.”

“How have you saved so much, if you’ve just finished with your schooling? Won’t you have to make payments in Georgetown?”

“I had a benefactor. Decided to take pity on me and pay for me to get the schooling I wanted. Even gave me money each month for living, but I stayed below my means and saved as much as I could. I got lucky.”

“I’d say.” Maggie handed him the purse and he put the new funds they had garnished from the sale of Whitfield’s cattle in it. “Well, isn’t it just a kick in the pants. We’re going to pay part of Jennings’s loan with money he so wrongly thought was already his.” She giggled at the mischievous look on Garret’s face.

A somber expression took him, and he paused, studying her. “Maggie, the night Wyatt came and took you? I wanted to kill him. I still want to, when I think about it. From the second you screamed my name, trying to get away from him, it sent something boiling in my gut I can’t seem to get away from. But I know the law and we ain’t got any proof, save our word against his. And dammit, he has some powerful allies. Sherriff knows what’s going on, but his hands are tied too. And I’d be no good to you or anyone else depending on the Lazy S with a noose around my neck. I can’t get revenge like that.” Garret put the purse back and slid the board into place. “We’ll need to get our revenge by outsmarting them and by paying Jennings off. Our revenge will be keeping the ranch, despite their best efforts to take it from us.”

She nodded. She’d never expected Garret to kill for her, but his anger at her being touched by that snake made her feel satisfied in ways she couldn’t explain.

No, she most certainly didn’t
expect
him to kill for her, but if push came to shove, he would.

Chapter 18

Early evening drew on the Lazy S and Maggie’s shadow lengthened across the grassy ground in front of her. The quiet and peace that fell over the ranch in the hours before dark consumed her. In those still moments, she appreciated the chaos around her. Everyone stayed busy from morning until night when they finally wound down, enjoyed dinner and settled in to rest up for another laborious day ahead. The rhythm of the ranch matched those of the seasons and pulled at her heart. The more she saw of this life, the more she loved it.

Garret took the two buckets of water from her hands as she drew closer to the front porch. “Thank you,” she said, and pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders. The nights had turned cooler, promising the unavoidable coming of autumn and the chill accompanying it.

“Get on inside,” he said, jerking his head toward the front door. “There’s a bite to the air tonight.”