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Red looked at Noah. He knew what was coming. He might as well let the man have his say.
“You spent three nights with Gema, alone in a line shack,” Noah said.
Red nodded. He wasn’t going to share the details of their bundling.
Silence stretched as the three men looked at each other. Finally, Noah spoke. “You’re a God-fearing man, Red. Will you do what’s right?”
Again, Red nodded. “I will. I didn’t think I’d have any trouble convincing the committee.”
As a safeguard for the women from his mission, Nugget Nate had set up a committee of four men who needed to approve any man who wanted to court one of the Ladies. He wanted them to make good lives for themselves and their children. Making sure the men they married were of good character was part of that. Besides the sheriff and pastor, Doc Eli Steele, and Ben Cutler, the owner of the general store, were those four men.
“No, you won’t.” Noah studied Red for a moment. “Seems God had a different plan for you than what you’d thought.”
“You speaking of Laura?”
“I’ve learned a thing or two from her. I count her a good friend and hope she feels the same.”
“You know she’s betrothed to Hank now?” Newt asked.
Red thought about that news. He smiled. “I’m not surprised. I had a feeling he was interested. Didn’t realize until after I’d committed to court Laura. I’m pleased.”
Red watched some tension leave Noah’s shoulders. The pastor’s care and concern for his flock was heartening. “So, when are you wanting to have the ceremony?”
“Well, I’m not rightly sure.” Red rubbed the stubble on his chin. “Gema and me, we haven’t talked about it. She’d been through a pretty tough ordeal. By the time I found her, she was cold and wet. My concern was getting her dry and warm so she didn’t sicken.”
“Did she tell you about the measles epidemic?” Noah asked.
Red shook his head. “Just that some of the children in the outlaw camp had them.”
Noah explained about the epidemic that had struck the town a month ago. Red had been at the line shack so hadn’t heard the news. Many of the citizens of Stones Creek and the surrounding area had been stricken. When Noah told of Gema and Lucy Tanner, a young widow whose husband had been murdered by the outlaw gang, a tightness came into Red’s chest. Hearing of Lucy’s death clenched it even tighter. He sent up a prayer of thanks that Gema hadn’t gotten sick from her exposure to the wet and cold.
The door to the jail office burst open. Gema ran in, panting in her hurry. “I remember. Landmark. A waterfall, like one here.” She pointed.
Newt jumped up from his seat and looked at Red. “They must be near the line shack since you found Gema there. Do you know the falls she’s talking about?”
Red stared off into space, scanning the terrain in his mind. “Yeah, I do. It’s maybe a mile, mile and a half from where I found Gema.”
“We’ll get up a posse for tomorrow. Can you stay in town tonight so we can go first thing in the morning?” Newt took a rifle off the wall and began examining it.
“Sure, I’ve been away from the ranch homestead for a while, but I figure Hawk’ll approve of this delay.”
“I’m going too,” Noah said. His tone brooked no argument.
Newt just nodded. “We’ll take Dak. Do you think Massot would go? I’ll ask him and Doc. We may need his skills if there are sick people.”
“Yes,” Noah said. “McIlroy will, too.”
“You sure?” Newt asked.
“Positive.” Though he didn’t say anything else, Red got the idea there was more said in that single word than it implied.
“Okay, we’ll meet here at dawn. Come armed and ready. Red, you escort Gema back to the House.”
Red got the feeling Newt wanted him to speak with her about their upcoming nuptials but now was not the time. She was exhausted. He might not live through tomorrow. And right now, all he wanted was a bath.
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Sophie Dawson has made up stories in her head all her life. It wasn’t until 2011 that she began writing typing them out.
Her first books were all historical fiction romance. They’ve won multiple awards and garnered rave reviews. Now, Sophie is branching out into contemporary romance though she plans to continue writing historical and hopes to add more books in her popular Cottonwood and Stones Creek series.
Sophie lives with her husband and cat on a farm in western Illinois. She’s an avid seamstress and was a professional quilter for a number of years before the writing bug bit. She’s just thankful it’s not fatal.