Whirlwind Bride

“He could.” Tears swam in the woman’s eyes and Susannah’s heart went out to her.

Behind Cora, Riley shook his head at Susannah, clearly not wanting her to pursue the topic. Her lips tightened. She hadn’t lost a husband, but she had lost her home and family. “How long were you married?”

“Thirty-five years.”

Riley’s frown deepened and he gave a more violent shake of his head. His features twisted as if he’d been seized by a cramp. Susannah shot him an irritated look. Why did he keep interrupting the widow every time she talked about her husband?

“We met in Dallas and came out here as newlyweds.”

“My goodness. Did he always drive the stage?”

“Yes.” Cora turned to Riley, her voice cracking. “Remember how you boys used to beg to drive it?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He shifted from foot to foot as if the floor had suddenly gone hot. “I think I’d better check on the chickens.”

His boots thudded heavily across the wooden floor as he walked out.

Cora wiped at her eyes and a smile touched her mouth. “He doesn’t want me to be upset.”

“Would you prefer not to talk about it?”

“I’d like to, since you asked. It’s nice having a woman around. These kinds of things make those boys uncomfortable. His brother, Davis Lee, is the same way.”

“I know what you mean. My brother can’t take his leave fast enough when subjects like this come up.”

The other woman smiled. “Let me get you some tea. You look like you could sit a spell.”

“That would be wonderful.”

Several minutes and one cup of tea later, Susannah had reached an arrangement with Cora about the room. She’d also learned that Ollie Wilkes had been killed the same day she’d arrived. A band of outlaws called the McDougal gang had been responsible not just for widowing Cora, but also for robbing other stages and a train in Abilene, and killing people throughout Texas.

Cora was obviously hurting, but going on with her life. Susannah hoped she herself could be as strong in her present circumstances.

She paid for the first week’s room and board. “I’d like to help around here. I’m afraid I don’t know how to cook, but maybe I could help with the chickens?”

Cora tucked the money into an old tin. “No offense, dear, but do you know anything about chickens?”

“No.” Susannah smiled brightly, swallowing her uncertainty. “But I can learn. Don’t you think?”

“Of course. Let’s go out and have Riley show you.” She followed Cora out a side door hidden in the corner next to the sink. A fence squared off a large area. A barn stood several yards directly behind the house; next to it was a fenced-in round pen.

“Chickens are in there.” Cora pointed at the rectangular building to their left.

A curse sounded from inside the long shed and she chuckled. “My hens don’t like Riley any better than he likes them.”

Here, the grass was cropped close to the ground; near the barn, it grew high enough to brush Susannah’s hem.

As she and Cora approached the barn, red dust puffing around their feet, a big, black horse appeared in the barn door.

Susannah froze, her heart hammering painfully against her ribs.

“Hello, Prissy,” Cora crooned, changing direction to stop and stroke the huge animal. A white star between its eyes was the only color on the coal-black beast. Dark eyes stared unblinking at Susannah.

Aware of the size and power of the horse, she stayed where she was, falling into step when Cora rejoined her. Even though she knew the horse was a safe distance away, she couldn’t help looking over her shoulder.

A clatter, then the angry flutter of wings sounded as Cora opened the door to the henhouse.

“Give me that egg, you witch.”

“She’s my best hen, Riley. She doesn’t like to be upset,” Cora said.

He turned, sunlight sliding through the planked roof to light one side of his face. He looked more than vexed. Susannah would’ve grinned, but she was debating the wisdom of offering to care for the chickens.

Dusting off his hands, he stepped forward into full sunlight. He gestured toward a small pile of eggs just inside the door. “You’re the only one who can handle that old grouch, Cora.”

“Nonsense.”

“What happened to you?” Susannah glimpsed a raw place on Riley’s hand and tried to squash the alarm that shot through her. “You’re bleeding!”

He glanced down, then shrugged. “The old witch pecked me.”

She fumbled in her reticule for her handkerchief. “We’d better clean it up.”

“I’m sure it’s fine.”

She took his hand, dabbing gently at the blood across his knuckles until she’d cleaned the deep scratch. As she worked slowly around the wound, she realized the air had suddenly become thick and hot. Charged.

She looked up into his eyes, saw a flash of raw hunger that tripled her heart rate. His thumb came up and covered hers. Oh, mercy!

He jerked away the same time she did, and turned to Cora. “What are y’all doing out here?”

“Susannah is going to help me with the chickens,” the older woman said.

Susannah crumpled her handkerchief and pasted a smile on her face, hoping Riley couldn’t see how his touch had affected her.

He arched a dark brow. “Do you know anything about chickens?”

“Not yet.” She lifted her chin, not liking the skeptical tone in his voice. “Maybe you’d better show me, Cora. I don’t want to end up like Riley.”

Cora chuckled. “Use a gentle touch. Just talk to them and nudge your hand under their bellies like so ….” She demonstrated on a sedate looking bird. “You don’t have to try and wrangle them like a steer,” she said with a meaningful look at Riley.

He gave the widow a crooked grin, and Susannah bit back a smile.

“You try it, Susannah. This hen usually lays this time of day, though I’ve never figured out why. The others typically lay at night or early morning.”

Susannah stepped up, apprehensive but trying to copy Cora’s movements exactly. She slid her hand beneath the hen’s plump, soft belly and touched a warm, smooth surface. She drew out an egg while the bird blinked sleepily.

“Look!” She held up the object, thrilled that she had managed to retrieve it without incident.