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He raised his chin and gave a conciliatory nod. “Of course.”

“I may not be able to assume a lot of household duties right away,” she told him. “If that’s a problem I understand. I must be honest with you.”

“Of course,” he said again.

Her stomach dipped as she formed her next words. “This isn’t the first time I’ve carried a child.”

He lowered his eyebrows in question. “No?”

“I lost two babies before. I am going to be very careful and get a lot of rest so I can bring this child safely into the world. I won’t take any risks.”

“Of course, Leah. Of course you must take every precaution. I’ll take care of everything. I’ll make sure you have help with the house, and later with the baby.”

She took a shaky breath. “This is almost too good to be true.”

He took her hands in his. His fingers were large and warm, and she felt undeniably safe in that moment. “We can’t lose hope, Leah. We’ve lived through difficult times—the worst of times. We’ve lost so much. But there’s still good in the world. God’s still on His throne, watching over us, guiding us, loving us. He knows our hurt and our hearts.”

“I believe that, too, Daniel. Otherwise, how would I have ended up here at this time? Seeing you and Will yesterday was like finding family I’d lost.”

He nodded in understanding. “Say yes.”

This was the sensible thing to do. She hadn’t expected this opportunity and she’d be a fool not to seize it. “Yes.”

Chapter Five (#ulink_b336a08a-e732-5a6a-bd60-cdfff378c770)

They’d decided to tell people quickly, so everyone would know Leah was no longer an eligible bride. There was a welcome function planned for after church on Sunday, so they decided to make their announcement then. Daniel had barely had time to register the monumental life change he faced and talk to Reverend Taggart about a ceremony when a commotion snagged his attention the next morning.

Through his office windows on Eden Street, he caught sight of half a dozen men riding past. He got up and went to the door.

A rider reined a horse to a stop in front of his building and jumped to the ground. He tossed the reins over a post and stepped onto the boardwalk. His clothing, face and hair were coated with dust. “You Mr. Gardner?”

“That’s me.”

“Theo Pierce’s outfit is about four miles out,” the fellow said. “Herd should reach the valley within the hour and we’ll camp there overnight. Mr. Pierce sent me ahead to tell you we’ll be heading for the yards at first light tomorrow.”

It was the first drive of the season and cause for celebration. “This is good news,” Daniel said. “I’ll buy you breakfast and ride back with you to look over your cows.”

Daniel got his horse from the livery, they had a quick meal at the Cowboy Café and then headed out.

“Looks like a fine, healthy herd,” he told Theo Pierce. The two men sat atop their mounts assessing the longhorns.

“We started out with two thousand head,” Theo replied. “Lost a dozen in the Red River, a couple to snakebite and let the Kiowa and Comanche have a few to keep them off our trail.”

“We’ll do a count as we lead ’em through the chutes tomorrow,” Daniel said. “You didn’t lose many. Sounds like a good trip.”

“Not complainin’.”

“Remind your men about the no-gun law before they go into town tomorrow. They can check their weapons with Sheriff Davis. Another laundry opened on Fourth Street, besides the one across from the tracks. Bathhouse on Second, and three places to eat along Eden now. The townspeople will be happy to see them.”

A rider joined them, a young fellow wearing a fringed buffalo-hide vest. “A calf ran off yonder. Dutch is after ’im. His mama’s cryin’. Other than that, they’re pretty calm.”

“Keep an eye on his mama ’til Dutch brings ’im back,” Theo said.

The rider acknowledged the order by turning his horse abruptly and heading back to the herd. The state of Texas had been quilled in Indian beadwork on the back of his vest.

“That’s James Johnson. He’s my point man,” Theo explained to Daniel. Being point man required experience. He determined course and set the pace for the drive, keeping the lead steers headed the right direction.

“I’ve heard that name. Thought he usually rode with Stone’s outfit.”

“Not this time.”

“I’ll book a room for you at the hotel. Plan to join me and my partners for dinner tomorrow evening,” Daniel said. “Tell James he’s invited, too.”

“That’s mighty generous.”

“We appreciate you bringing your herd to Cowboy Creek. Spread the word that we treat you well and pay top dollar.”

“We’ll see how the sale goes tomorrow,” Theo answered.

Daniel agreed with a nod and rode back to town. He hadn’t made it to the livery when Sheriff Davis caught up to him on horseback. “Daniel! Don’t put your horse up yet.”

Daniel reined in beside him in front of the Fourth Street laundry. “What do you need?”

“There’s something you have to see.”

He accompanied Quincy down Lincoln Boulevard, past his own house, south a few blocks, and rode across the tracks to a row of railcars that awaited unloading. Quincy pointed to an empty flatbed car. “That one was stacked with your lumber.”

Daniel glanced at it. “I had a crew deliver it to a building site to the west today.”

Quincy shook his head. “’Fraid not. When they got here the lumber was gone.”

“There’s a night guard. What does he say?”

“They found him tied up in one of the other cars. Said someone got the jump on him last night and he doesn’t remember anything.”

Daniel frowned. “Someone stole the lumber?”

“Looks that way.”

Daniel’s first reaction was more confusion than anger, but the more he thought about it the more irate he got.

“Were those supplies for one of your houses?” Quincy asked.

“No, that was town property. Lumber for section twenty to the west.” They hadn’t even named the new street yet. The council planned to do that at the next meeting.

“I sent out a couple of deputies and I’ll be searching, as well. I found tracks leading away from town, but they were covered by others and I lost ’em. We’ll figure it out and hopefully catch the thieves.”

Daniel nodded. “I’ll take a look, too. Which way did the tracks head?”