A Family for Christmas

“I see.” She turned back to the letter.

When you left Philadelphia and headed for that backwater town in Texas, I told you that you would be welcome to return home when and if you gained some maturity and restraint, and were ready to accept both the responsibilities and privileges that come with being a member of this family. Since you have not yet taken advantage of this invitation in the year and a half that has passed since that day, it leaves me to wonder if you have learned anything at all from the experience.

Dotty was doing a good job of keeping her voice and expression neutral but she had to be wondering about the letter’s tone. That was his father, though, ready to get right to the heart of the matter without wasting time worrying about trivial matters such as how one was getting on.

Dotty continued:

Therefore I have decided that I will come to visit you to see what kind of life you’ve managed to build for yourself. And while I’m there, we can use some of that time to discuss your future.

I imagine you are thinking that there is nothing for us to discuss, but in that you would be mistaken. As it happens, it recently came to my attention that you have mortgaged your place to invest in a new venture. It may interest you to know that I now own that note, so yes, I do have some stake in your future.

You can expect me to arrive by mid-December and I will plan to spend Christmas with you before returning to Philadelphia.

Dotty looked back up as she refolded the letter. “And he signs it Your father, Woodrow Dawson.”

Everything inside Chance had tensed as Dotty read his father’s words, drawing tighter and tighter, like a clockwork spring that would soon explode out of its case.

A moment later he took a deep breath and forced his fists to unclench. It wouldn’t do to let Dotty see just how strongly the letter had affected him.

“I thank you for taking the time to read that for me.”

She handed him the letter. “It sounds like you will have family with you for Christmas this year.”

That was Dotty, always looking for the silver lining. He attempted a grin. “As you can no doubt tell, my father and I did not part on the best of terms.”

“Perhaps his upcoming visit will be an opportunity for the two of you to remedy that.”

Not a chance. But he merely smiled and changed the subject. “Now, if I can impose on you to discuss the other favor I came here to ask.”

“Of course.”

Ten minutes later, Chance was out the door and headed back to the sheriff’s office. Dotty had, of course, readily agreed to his scheme. But his pleasure in that was marred by the knowledge of his father’s upcoming visit and what had prompted it.

When he left Philadelphia, he’d thought he was out from under his father’s thumb for good. He should have known the despot wouldn’t let it go. That thinly veiled threat in the letter was typical of the way his father handled disagreements.

And now the man held the note to his business. What a wretched situation. If he’d known this would be the outcome he’d never have risked borrowing the money in the first place. His excitement over the work he was doing to improve the stationary engine was quickly turning to ashes. But most of the money had been spent now and there was no going back.

Having his autocratic father arrive on his doorstep in a matter of weeks spelled nothing but trouble. For the man to decide to dedicate so much of his valuable time to the planned visit was certainly out of character. Which also signaled that something important was afoot.

No matter what leverage his father thought he held over him, if he expected Chance to be any more willing to bow to his strictures now than he had in the past, he would be in for a major disappointment.

Which was how their interactions usually left his father.

How in the world had the man managed to insinuate himself into his black-sheep-of-a-son’s life again? How had he even learned about the loan?

Chance intended to get answers to those questions before he faced his father again.

And this time there would be one key difference in their confrontation. His father would be coming to him, a guest in his town, in his home—not the other way around.

And that was a strategic advantage Chance planned to make the most of.

Chapter Four

Eve waited impatiently for Mr. Dawson to return from his errand. She and the sheriff had sent their telegrams and the three of them had returned to his office several minutes ago. The sheriff was now doing some paperwork and Leo was gloomily staring out the window.

Eve chided herself for her self-absorption. As hard as this wait was for her, it must be ten times worse for him. At least she’d had her grandmother to care for her when she’d been abandoned. Leo had had no one when his parents passed away.

Heavenly Father, help me to remember that no matter how bad I may think my lot is, there is always someone struggling with something far worse.

The door swung open and Eve was relieved to see Mr. Dawson step through. About time! She popped up and met his gaze. “Well?”

His grin had an impudent quality to it. “Glad to see you missed me.”

She waved a hand impatiently—a poor substitute for stomping her foot. Didn’t he realize how anxious she was feeling? “I’m pleased to see you find some amusement in this situation, sir, but I assure you I do not. Are you ready to share your plan?”

“I am. And I’m happy to say I think this will be the answer to the sheriff’s concerns. Not to mention, to some of your problems, as well.”

Sheriff Gleason stood and came around to lean a hip on his desk. “Let’s hear it then.”

“My idea is to have Miss Pickering and Leo move into my place until we’ve settled the matter of Leo’s culpability to everyone’s satisfaction. I’ve got plenty of room over there and it’ll be good to have a bit of company for a change.”

Eve stiffened. How dare he? What kind of woman did he think she was? “Mr. Dawson, this is not only unacceptable but highly insulting. I—”

He stopped her by raising his palm and rudely speaking over her objections. “Please, hear me out. I assure you, I’ve taken the proprieties into account. I spoke to Dotty and she’s agreed to move in as well, so there will be no fodder for the gossip mills or hint of scandal associated with the situation.”

Eve took a deep breath and her face heated as she realized she’d jumped to the wrong conclusion. “My apologies.”

He gave a short bow. “You’re forgiven.”

His good humor only made her feel worse. After all, his offer was generous. It not only provided a solution to the sheriff’s concerns but also solved the problem of where she and Leo would sleep tonight.

On the other hand it still didn’t sound quite proper. She couldn’t help wondering what her grandmother and aunts would think if they heard. They would undoubtedly be horrified. And they’d say it was typical of her ability to embarrass them with her thoughtless ways.

Then she lifted her chin again. They had sent her into exile, so her behavior was no longer their concern.

The sheriff eyed Mr. Dawson as he rubbed his chin. “If you’re willing to keep an eye on the boy and take responsibility for him sticking around, then I guess I’m okay with releasing him to your custody.”

To his custody? “Just a minute, gentlemen. I thought everyone here understood that, while Mr. Dawson has generously agreed to assist, I am taking responsibility for Leo’s care.”

“Of course,” Mr. Dawson said quickly. “You would undeniably have the final word in the matter of Leo’s care. I’m just going to be close by if needed. Trust me. I plan to leave all the guardianship duties to you.”

His assurance mollified her concerns, but contrarily, she was also a tad disappointed at his ready capitulation. It seemed he wanted to step in and save the day but not take any real responsibility. What kind of white knight was that?

Nevertheless, thanks to him they’d have a roof over their heads and warm beds to sleep in tonight.

Eve took a deep breath and formed a quick, silent prayer. Thank You, Jesus. You have provided for our immediate needs, and used this stranger to do so. Help me to remember Your promise that we are never alone when we put our faith in You.

“Now,” Mr. Dawson said, “why don’t we go have that bite to eat we were discussing earlier?”