A Western Christmas: Yuletide Lawman / Yuletide Reunion

“Hey, Sheriff,” Prescott called after him, a curious note in his voice. “I was wondering if you knew whether or not Ellie Wainwright had any plans for—”

“She’s unavailable.” To punctuate his point, Caleb turned and scowled at the deputy.

Prescott’s amused gaze held his. “How do you know?”

“I know.”

The deputy chuckled low in his throat. “You really aren’t going to introduce me to her?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Come on, Sheriff. I heard she’s sweet. Word around town is that no one’s officially courting her. Surely she would want to meet—”

Caleb slammed the door on the rest of whatever Prescott had to say.

His temper escalating yet again, he set out north of town where Skeeter’s son, Billie, lived. A block into his journey, he heard his name. “Sheriff Voss, Sheriff Voss, I have news.”

Glancing in the direction of the voice, he caught sight of Mrs. Jenson waving a letter high above her head.

Trepidation marched along his spine. Nevertheless, Caleb crossed the street with clipped strides and greeted the woman with a tentative smile.

Short, scarecrow thin, with gray-streaked black hair twisted in a knot at the nape of her neck, she wore too many ruffles, layers upon layers of lace and a self-satisfied smile.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Jenson. You’re looking rather...” He searched for the proper adjective. “Gleeful.”

“That’s because this arrived in the post today.” She lowered her hand and proceeded to wave the small stack of papers beneath Caleb’s nose. “You’ll be happy to know I’ve found your bride.”

This was the exact information he’d been waiting for, yet Caleb couldn’t drum up any real enthusiasm.

His silence didn’t seem to deter the woman. “Her name is Sadie Taylor.”

He didn’t know what to say. But the look of expectancy on Mrs. Jenson’s face suggested she was waiting for him to respond. “That’s a...ah, nice name?”

This earned him a nod of approval. “Isn’t it?

“According to her letter...” The older woman skimmed the front page a moment. “She’s twenty-two years old, recently widowed, with no children of her own. She lives in Blue Springs, Missouri, and is a schoolteacher.”

Caleb’s mind went straight to another schoolteacher, the one back at his house taking care of his daughters and providing them a “Christmas with all the trappings, one they won’t soon forget.”

“There’s only one concern.” Mrs. Jenson’s tone filled with distress. “Mrs. Taylor won’t be able to make the journey to Thunder Ridge until after the school year is complete.”