The Rancher Inherits A Family

“I wouldn’t want ’em to settle in and then find there’s a problem,” Seth insisted.

“You can petition a judge and sign papers to adopt them if it’s what you want,” Russ told him. “Just remember if they carry your name that upon your death they will legally inherit your land and holdings—shared with any other children you might have, so you’ll need to have a will in order.”

The thought of leaving these children a share of his land didn’t seem to bother Seth, because he replied immediately. “Get those papers ready to sign then.”

Russell rested his hat on a small table. “It will take me a few days to put the papers in order, so you’ll have time to think about it.”

“I’ve thought about it.”

“Russ!” Evelyn pushed open the screen door and hurried to give her son an energetic hug. “I was expecting to see you yesterday.”

“Just returned this morning,” he explained.

“Miss Brewster, you’ve met my second-born son? He’s a lawyer and has his very own practice in town—the one you saw on Eden Street. Daniel Gardner and Will Canfield contacted him and suggested he come to Kansas. Russ is the reason we’re here, too. He told Seth about this ranch when it came available.”

Russ appeared uncomfortable with her lengthy introduction. “We’ve met, Mother.”

Undeterred, Evelyn continued. “Russ is expecting a lovely young woman to arrive by train very soon. We’re all looking forward to her arrival.” She turned to her middle son. “Would you like some dinner? It’s still hot.”

“I am hungry,” he said.

“I’ll get it.” Marigold stood quickly. “You sit and visit with your sons, Mrs. Halloway.”

Marigold entered the house and busied herself making another tray, giving the Halloways time to talk. When she carried out the tray minutes later, Evelyn had moved the table near Russ’s chair.

“Thank you, Miss Brewster.” Russ picked up his napkin and settled it on his lap.

Evelyn gave her son an affectionate look. “After my husband died, we got into hard times back in Missouri. Russ was at university out East. He had to take a job and earn scholarships to finish his law degree. It took him a few years, but even with him going off to fight, he did it.”

Marigold found a narrow space on the opposite side of the sleeping Little John and squeezed herself in. “That’s quite an accomplishment.”

“After the war, he earned himself a reputation fighting for veterans’ rights,” she went on, with pride in her voice. “That’s how he came in contact with Daniel and Will.”

Russ’s harsh features showed his displeasure. Marigold imagined he was a force to be reckoned with in a judge’s chambers. “I’m sure Miss Brewster doesn’t want to hear about me.”

“I’m captivated,” Marigold said with a smile.

“I have another son, too,” Evelyn added, lifting her chin. “Adam is my youngest. After the army, he joined the Pinkerton National Detective Agency.”

“And that’s the last we’ve heard of him,” Seth commented.

“He’s written a few letters,” Evelyn said quickly. “I’m sure he’s very busy bringing criminals to justice.”

Marigold had noted the vague information in Seth and his mother’s stories about his father’s death. Seth had mentioned he was killed. Marigold barely knew them. She didn’t want to ask personal questions that would surely bring up a painful subject. After all, she had her own hurts she didn’t want to talk about.

As they talked, an older man approached on foot from the direction of the barns. He was tall and slender, wearing bibbed overalls and a shirt with the sleeves rolled back. As he approached the house, he removed his hat and held it against his chest.

“Hello, Mr. Dewey,” Evelyn called out. “Our morning was so busy, I didn’t see you. Are you ready for some dinner?”

“Oh, no, ma’am. I fixed myself something. Didn’t wanna be no bother. I just wanted to see how Seth was doin’.”

“Well, come join us and meet Miss Brewster, the new schoolteacher we’ve been hearing about.”

“How do, miss,” the fellow said and stopped at the foot of the stairs.

“Come up here and sit with us. I’ll get you a cup of coffee,” Evelyn said. “Marigold, this is Mr. Dewey. He’s Seth’s friend and works here.” Evelyn hurried into the house.

“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Dewey.”

“Just plain Dewey, miss.”

“Dewey and I drove cattle from Texas to Colorado and have more than a few scars to show for it,” Seth said.

Dewey brought a chair from the far end of the porch and settled onto it. He was a lanky fellow, his body all sharp angles. He had a full head of silver-gray hair, but his big mustache was still shot with patches of black. “And a whole passel o’ stories.”

Tate and Harper came around the side of the house and set dusty lanterns inside the porch rail.

“How many did you find?” Seth asked.

“Four, sir,” Tate replied.

“Fine work. Come close.”

The boys glanced at the two strangers and moved beside Seth.

Seth introduced them to his brother and the ranch hand, and Evelyn returned with a tray of full coffee cups for the men.

“This is more people than we’ve had on this porch since we got here last fall,” she said with a smile.

“Reckon you should get busted up more often,” Dewey said to Seth, and Seth chuckled while holding his side.

It was the first time Marigold had seen a smile on his face, and she appreciated the relaxed expression. He and Dewey had obviously shared a long friendship.

“You rode the train all the way from Missouri?” Russ asked the boys.

Harper looked at Tate, and Tate responded. “Yes, sir. Part way we met Miss Brewster, an’ she helped look after us.”

“She has a cat,” Harper added.

“Where do you live?” Tate asked.

“I have a place in town,” Russ replied.

“A new house,” Evelyn said. “I helped him with rugs and furniture and the like. It will be a fine home for a family.”

Russ gave his mother a tolerant grin. “Someday.”

“Not long now.” She glanced at Marigold. “The young woman Russ has been corresponding with is coming to Cowboy Creek in only a few weeks.”