Cooper's Wife

“There you go.” Tucker leaned back in his chair, the devil laughing in his eyes. “I trust you’ll see your betrothed gets them.”

Betrothed? Cooper swallowed his anger. He’d taken just about enough teasing from both siblings. He stuffed the letters in his shirt pocket. “This is a matter between me and the lady, Tucker. I don’t want you breathing a word of this to anyone.”

“You can count on me.” Tucker tried not to laugh. “So, are you going to marry her?”

“You know the answer to that question.” He didn’t believe in love. He’d made that mistake before and he’d lost more than his wife, more than his heart. She’d destroyed his honor, the very code by which he lived.

No one was going to do that to him again. Especially now that he had children. He felt badly for Anna Bauer, soft as morning light and good-humored to match. She’d risked so much because she needed a husband. Now, she would not accept his help. Anna, so kind and caring, deserved more than a few broken promises. What should he do? Cooper stared out the window, at a loss.

A pop of distant gunfire brought him to attention. He saw no trouble on the street, but he sensed it. Corinthos was back to break his gang member out of jail.

The deputies were all headed home, their day’s work done. “Tucker, alert the men. We’ve got trouble.”

“Mama?”

“Yes, pumpkin.” She turned, her mounting troubles momentarily forgotten. All that mattered was the tiny little girl hardly more than a wrinkle beneath the thick blankets, her button face so pale.

“Thirsty.”

“Let me get you some water.” Her hand shook as she grabbed hold of the pitcher’s porcelain handle. Splashes plopped in the basin, kerplunked on the table. But she held the tin cup steady so her child could drink. Just three small sips, then Mandy sank back into the pillows, already asleep.

Anna hated seeing her daughter injured, in so much pain. Far too weak to enjoy the captivating stories in Katie’s book. Or to play in the sunshine. Or sing songs.

Frustration knotted in her throat. No one had the right to hurt a child like this. No one. She well knew the world wasn’t fair, but a child should know compassion and safety, not fear and injury at the hands of a ruthless stranger.

The door flew open with a bang. Anna spun around. Fear lodged in her throat when she recognized the coldeyed man standing in the threshold, revolvers aimed straight at her chest.

Chapter Five

Cooper’s blood quickened at the sight of the familiar horse and rider sneaking into the alley behind the doctor’s clinic. Corinthos. He’d spotted the outlaw creeping along the back streets, trying to stay hidden while the rest of his gang attacked the jail. Cooper could guess what the outlaw was up to. It was said the bandit never left a man behind. Or a witness.

The back door clicked open and Cooper caught sight of a second man, a cohort of Corinthos, running from the direction of the jail. Cooper ducked a split second before gunfire popped and two bullets thunked into the board not a foot away. With revolvers in hand, loaded and cocked, he fired. The outlaw fell, hand to his side. Looked like another patient for the doc.

Cooper threw open the back door, checking the corridor. Empty.

“Sheriff.” The doc’s voice rang out from the closest patient room. “What—”

“There’s an injured man out in the street.”

“I’ll get right to him.” The doc reached for his black bag sitting on a low table. “I didn’t hear anyone come in. Is something wrong?”

“Just stay out of the line of fire.” Cooper waited, listened. He heard the tap of footsteps around the corner, then a low threatening voice.

“Yep, you’re the one from the robbery. The one who gave me trouble. I just had to be sure.” That familiar voice, muffled by the wooden walls. “There’s a few women in this place. I’d hate to take out the wrong one.”