Bittner, Rosanne (53 page)

She went inside, followed by the young man, who carried the rest of the books. "Just lay them on this desk," she told him.

He obeyed, then looked around the little log structure. "I've heard about libraries, but I've never seen one before."

Lettie folded her arms self-consciously. "Well, I have never seen one either, but my tutor back home taught me about them, how they are set up and all. I would love to see a really big one, like in Chicago."

The young man shrugged. "You must read real good. I can read some, but not enough that I would sit with a book for hours." He met her eyes. "You run this place?"

Lettie felt herself blushing again. "It was my idea. I also teach at the new school down at the west end of town. Billings is growing so much that we already have two school teachers, and they still need my help."

"Sounds like the town is growing real fast."

"Oh, it is! When my parents settled near here seventeen years ago, they tell me there were just a few log buildings here, mostly saloons. Now we have a school and all kinds of businesses, two hotels and a boardinghouse, now a library. I'm even organizing records of founding families that will be used in the future for a museum. We have a sheriff and a jail, a church and preacher, and the town citizens have gotten rid of a lot of the saloons. Only a couple of those left still have permission to allow gambling. We have completely outlawed pros—" She hesitated, felt the heat come into her cheeks. She was amazed at how she was babbling like an idiot.

The young man grinned. "In other words, Billings has become very respectable," he finished for her. "Yes." Katie looked away.

"I know about the boardinghouse," the man told her. "I just took a room there."

She met his eyes again, her curiosity aroused. "You did? I live there, too, during the week, with one of the schoolteachers, Mrs. Brown. I stay in town so that I can manage this library, and, of course, because of the need for a teaching assistant. The property the boardinghouse is on used to belong to my parents' best friends. They both died over a year ago, and my father inherited the property. He sold it to the Stowes. Mr. Stowe also manages the Hotel Fontaine. My father owns it."

"The Hotel Fontaine? Is that your name then?"

"Yes. I'm Katie Fontaine." She waited for a reaction. Had he heard anything about her? She saw nothing in his eyes that told her so.

"Excuse me, ma'am, for not introducing myself. Bradley Tillis. I'm from Colorado. I'm up here looking for land."

Katie put down the books she had carried in. "Oh? Are you going to farm, or ranch?" She noticed a wary look come into his eyes at the question, and he seemed hesitant at first to answer.

"Ranch."

"Oh, then, you must meet my father. He's one of the biggest cattle ranchers in Montana. He can get you into the Cattlemen's Association, introduce you around town."

Bradley suddenly appeared nervous. "Well, I guess your pa must be a pretty big man around here, owning the hotel and all."

Katie shrugged. "He has a hand in a lot of businesses, even owns some copper mines. But cattle are his first love and that is what he has built everything around. He and my mother were among the first to settle in this area." Katie wondered why she found him so easy to talk to. She felt as though she had known this stranger forever, and she felt a flutter at the way he smiled, a warm smile, with clean, even teeth and dimples in his cheeks. He seemed to be a grand mixture of man and boy, handsome and well built, with a sure look about him, but a boyish charm to his grin. She caught herself staring again and quickly looked away. "Well, I had better get busy unloading the rest of those books. Mr. Hendrixon will be back soon to pick up his wagon."

Bradley set his hat on one of the bookshelves. "Let me help you."

"Oh, you must be busy. You really don't have to—"

"I'd like to. I've finished what I intended to do today— got a map from the land office showing where the other ranches are. Come to think of it, your father's was the biggest area on the map. Does he use a lot of federal land for grazing?"

"All the ranchers do. They couldn't get by without it. That's why they try to keep out the sheep ranchers."

Katie's back was turned to him as she answered on her way out the door. She did not see the look of concern in Bradley Tillis's eyes. "Is that so? Is there a lot of trouble around here over sheep?"

Katie reached into the wagon again. "Oh, not like the things we heard happened in Colorado and Wyoming—no killings or anything like that, at least not yet. My father and the other cattlemen can give a man a lot of trouble if they set their minds to it, but so far they've managed to keep things fairly peaceful. Some Mormons tried to settle in with sheep last summer, but the cattlemen convinced them to leave. So far threats are all that have been necessary."

Damn,
Bradley thought.
I meet a pretty girl, and she's the daughter of the biggest cattle rancher in the area.
Maybe this was some kind of omen that he should give up right now on the reason he had come here. Then again, maybe it was a different kind of omen. If a sheep man married a cattleman's daughter...

He finished helping her with the books, all the while studying the way Katie Fontaine carried herself. She seemed proud and sure, and she filled out her blue calico dress in all the right places. She was the prettiest thing he had seen in his entire life, and she was smart and independent, too, considering that she could surely be living at home doing nothing. The girl had class, was probably pampered, her father's ranch house most likely a castle. Instead, she was here in town on her own, teaching school and running a library. Her parents were pioneers here, so she came from strong stock. What a fine wife she would make, just the kind of woman he was looking for; but first he had to find a way to continue to earn his own way at what he knew best— raising sheep. A terrible drought in Colorado had nearly wiped out the family ranch. He wanted to go off on his own and start his own ranch, but he needed someplace new to start. He had been told he would find less trouble in Montana as far as not having to face the ugly range wars he and his father had suffered the last few years. They had been forced out of Nebraska, Wyoming, and Colorado, and things were even worse in Arizona and New Mexico; so he had come north to find peace, and enough good grassland to start anew.

Now he wasn't so sure he could bring sheep up here without more problems. He had told no one yet why he was here. Like Katie Fontaine, the land agent had taken it for granted he had come here to raise cattle. Already he could see he was not going to have an easy time of it, but he was determined to find a way. Sheep ranching was all he or his father or his grandfather had ever known.

He finished helping Katie carry in the books, then picked up his hat. "Well, I, uh, I guess I'll see you at supper-time at the boardinghouse, then?"

Katie felt her heart beat a little faster, amazed to find herself attracted to anyone of the opposite sex. She actually noticed how strong he looked, the way he filled out his checkered flannel shirt. His denim pants fit his slender hips nicely, and there was that charming smile again. Was it wrong to be aware of such things in a man, after what she had been through? What was happening to her? Was her mother right when she had told her someone would come along who could erase all the ugly memories?

"Yes, I'll see you at supper," she answered. "Mrs. Stowe makes wonderful biscuits. I often help her. I love cooking and baking, but I don't always have a lot of time for either one."

So, she cooks, too,
Brad thought. He chastised himself for thinking the daughter of a wealthy cattle barron, especially one as pretty as this one, would even give him the time of day. Once she found out his real reason for being here, his chances of courting this pretty girl would go down to zero.

"Well, we can talk more tonight, then." Katie smiled bashfully and nodded. "How long will you be in Billings?"

"I'm not sure yet. Depends on whether I can find some decent land. Men like your Pa probably already own the best pieces. I might have to go on west of here, or maybe farther north." Was that disappointment he saw in her eyes, or did he just
want
it to be there?

"Well, I hope you find what you need somewhere close to Billings." Katie immediately wondered why she had said that. Would he take it the wrong way? "Thank you so much for helping carry in the books. You didn't have to do that."

Bradley tipped his hat. "It was my pleasure, Miss Fontaine." He turned to leave, and Katie watched him, tiptoeing to the doorway so he would not know she had gone there to watch him walk away. He was a fine-looking young man, interesting because he was a stranger in town. She guessed him to be about twenty-five. Part of her was terribly attracted to him, for reasons she could not even explain; but when she thought about any young man touching her...

She shivered and turned away, chastising herself for allowing romantic thoughts for any man. No matter how she felt about Bradley Tillis or anyone else who might come along, she didn't think she could ever be intimate with any of them. She might as well give up thinking about marriage and children and ever living like a normal woman. Despite how it had worked out for her mother, she didn't see how any man would want her for a wife once he knew the awful truth.

Bradley Tillis took a job at the livery in Billings, and Katie knew why. Both were aware of the attraction between them, and although Bradley had said he should go on west to find land, since all the land for a hundred miles or more around Billings was claimed, he stayed in Billings... for Katie. She looked forward to every meal they shared, every walk they took in the evening, every visit to the library. She had not told her parents yet of her feelings for Bradley, mainly because she wasn't sure any of it would last once he found out the truth. It was obvious she was going to have to tell him soon, for last night he had almost kissed her, and to her surprise she had wanted him to.

Christmas was coming. She wanted Bradley to come to the Double L and see the ranch, meet the family, and share Christmas with them. But she dared not ask him until she told him everything. If the man was as serious about her as she suspected, she had to tell him about her rape, not just for his sake, but for her own, for she was fast losing her heart.

She blew out an oil lamp and took her cape from a peg on the wall. She had worked extra late that night with another new order of books. Her parents were so thrilled with her involvement in the project that Luke had donated even more money, and she had ordered a collection of Shakespeare and Poe and several other classics. Before she realized it, she was lost in reading instead of getting the books organized, which led to working well after dark. She headed for the door, but it opened before she could reach it, and Brad walked inside, deep concern in his eyes.

"Katie! When you didn't show up at supper I got worried. What are you still doing here?"

Why did he look even more handsome in the partially darkened room? "I got behind—started reading instead of working. I was just finishing up."

"Well, you shouldn't be walking after dark. Billings might be a civilized town now, but that's no guarantee that it's safe for a pretty young girl to be walking alone."

Katie felt the familiar pain in her stomach.
This pretty young girl is already soiled, Bradley. You needn't worry.
"Oh, I don't worry about that," she said aloud. "After all, I'm Luke Fontaine's daughter," she joked. "One scream from me, and the whole town would come running." She started to turn down the oil lamp near the door, but Bradley grasped her arm.

"Like the whole town contributed to the kidnapping money?"

Katie felt as though every nerve end was alive and on fire, and her stomach ached even more fiercely. He knew! She had to get away! Hide! How could she look at him? She had been going to tell him in her own way, when she was ready, when the time was right. She jerked her arm, but he would not let go.

"Katie, it's all right."

"No, it isn't! Please let me go, Bradley!" She felt the tears wanting to come then. She hated him! No, she loved him! But it did no good to feel that way. He knew now. He was going to tell her gently that he couldn't see her anymore, wasn't he? Then why was he turning her, putting his arms around her? Why wouldn't he let go of her?

"You stay right here, Katie girl. Do you really think what happened matters to me?"

"Please, let me go, Brad." His chest was solid, and he smelled good.

"You don't want me to let go, not any more than I
want
to let go. I love you, Katie Fontaine, and there isn't anything going to change that. I'm just sorry I wasn't around at the time to have a hand in catching those bastards. I would love to have helped pull that lever."

Katie put a hand to her face, cringing against his chest, and finally the tears came full force. "Who told you?" she sobbed.

"Mrs. Stowe. She could see how things were getting to be between us, and she suspected you never said anything. She didn't do it to be mean. She did it because she cares about you, Katie. She figured maybe it would be easier if somebody else told me so I'd be prepared, and so you wouldn't have to go through the whole ugly thing again yourself. Having to tell it to a jury was bad enough."

"I was... only fourteen," she wept. "And they were... grown men... and strong. There wasn't anything... I could do to stop them. I tried, Brad... but they... kept hitting me... and they held me..."

"Hush, Katie." He wrapped his arms even tighter around her. "It doesn't matter now. What matters is that you came through it, and you're strong and proud and you've gone on with your life. All you need now is to learn that being with a man doesn't have to be something horrible like that... not if you love him... and he loves you. And you might as well know right now that I want to be that man. I'd never hurt you, Katie. I love you and I want you to be my wife."

She reached into a pocket on her yellow dress and took out a handkerchief, pulling away from him then to wipe at her nose and eyes. "How can you want me?"