The Dreammaker

Kaitlin forced her gaze away from him. “I understand, Sheriff, that you have my husband’s belongings.”

Sheriff Newell cleared his throat and glanced at Tripp. “Well, yeah, I do. But there’s a little problem, Mrs. Stutz. You see, Mr. Callihan read my notice in the paper and came to town just like you. He’s put in a claim on your husband’s things, too.”

Kaitlin’s back stiffened. So that’s why he was’ here. She hadn’t counted on this. And she didn’t know if that meant Tripp Callihan was Harvey Stutz’s partner in crime, or another one of his victims.

She touched her hand to her forehead. “I—I don’t understand.”

“It seems Mr. Callihan here had some…dealings…with your husband.”

The realization of Callihan’s purpose in the sheriff’s office caused Kaitlin’s spine to tingle. Harvey Stutz had conned him, too. Callihan was a victim, the same as she.

From the corner of her eye, Kaitlin glanced at Tripp Callihan. What had Harvey Stutz taken from him? Money? A dream? A dream like the one he stole from her when he’d taken her life savings?

Kaitlin drew in a determined breath. Whatever Harvey Stutz had taken, Tripp Callihan had a better opportunity of getting it back than she did. Right here, right now was Kaitlin’s only chance.

She gasped and clutched her belly. “Oh, dear.”

The sheriff’s eyes widened. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing serious…probably.” Kaitlin drew in a ragged breath. “Now, you were saying?”

Sheriff Newell shifted uncomfortably. “Tell me, ma’am, do you know what your husband did for a living…exactly?”

“Certainly.” Kaitlin blinked up at him. “Harvey was a salesman.”

The sheriff and Tripp exchanged a troubled look.

Kaitlin smiled innocently. “We weren’t married very long, but my Harvey was always off working as hard as he could, providing for me and our child.” She caressed her belly. “Why do you ask, sheriff?”

“No reason, ma’am. No reason.”

Kaitlin gazed at Tripp. “Is that how you knew my husband, Mr. Callihan? Were you two business partners?”

He hung his thumbs in his gun belt. “Not exactly.”

“Well, the fact is, Mrs. Stutz, that it’s up to me to decide on who gets what. With both you and Mr. Callihan here filing a claim, well, I—”

“Ohhh…” Kaitlin pushed herself out of the chair, bracing her hand at the small of her back.

Sheriff Newell jumped. “Maybe I ought to go get Mrs. Neff.”

“No, no. I don’t want to be a bother.” Kaitlin smiled bravely. “It will help if I stand a while…maybe.”

“You want some more water?”

“I’m just a little tired, that’s all. It was a long journey here, and not very comfortable on the stage. So much time alone to…think.” Kaitlin pulled a lace handkerchief from the pocket of her dress and pressed it to the corner of her eye. “The memories, you know. So many memories. I’ve no other family. Did I tell you that?”

Sheriff Newell shook his head. “No ma’am, you didn’t.”

Kaitlin sniffed and patted her belly. “It’s just me and Little Harvey here. I’m trying to preserve all I can for him, so he’ll know his pa in some small way.”

“That’s good of you, ma’am.”

She sniffed again and dabbed at her eyes. “Could we get on with this, please, Sheriff?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Sheriff Newell opened his desk drawer and withdrew a small sack. “This here’s everything your husband had on him when he died. And since you’re his only rightful kin, Mrs. Stutz, I guess it all belongs to you.”

Kaitlin nearly kicked up her heels, but forced herself to lower her eyes. “You’re so kind.”

“Hold on a minute.” Tripp advanced on the sheriff. “I’ve got a claim on Stutz’s belongings, too.”

“For heaven’s sake, Callihan, can’t you see she’s his wife? And with a young’un on the way, too? What kind of a man are you, trying to take away from a widow and orphan?”

He flung his hand at Kaitlin. “What proof has she got?”

Sheriff Newell sucked his gum. “Well, you’ve got a good point there. How about it, Mrs. Stutz? You got a marriage license or something?”

Kaitlin pressed the handkerchief to her lips to hold in the curses burning her tongue. Darn that Tripp Callihan, he was ruining everything.

She clutched the handkerchief to her chest. “It was lost in the fire. Didn’t you know? No, of course you had no way of knowing. Our home—our little love nest, Harvey called it—burned to the ground right after he died.”

“Well, mercy ma’am, you’ve had your share of hardship, that’s for sure.”

Tripp snorted his disbelief. “Sheriff, you’re not going to fall for—”

“Hush up, Callihan. I’m the law in this town, and I say this here little lady deserves Harvey Stutz’s belongings. Besides, you’ve got no proof of your claim, either.” Sheriff Newell straightened his shoulders. “Believe me, if I thought for one second that she was lying, she’d be seeing the inside of my jail cells quick as a wink. Same goes for you, Callihan.”

Kaitlin gulped and pressed the handkerchief to her lips.

Sheriff Newell grunted. “Hell, maybe I ought to just give everything to the church.”

Tripp clamped his jaw shut and walked back to the corner.

“Now, let’s get this over with. I’m getting hungry for my supper. I don’t know what all the fuss is about, anyway. Harvey Stutz didn’t leave enough for anybody to be fighting over.” The sheriff pulled an envelope from the sack and handed it across the desk to Kaitlin. “There’s some money.”

Kaitlin’s heart lurched. “Cash?”

“Not much, but something to tide you over for a while.”

“Oh…”

“And a deed to some property over in Porter.”

Kaitlin eyed the envelope. “Property? What sort of property?”

The sheriff shook his head. “Don’t know. Didn’t look.”

“That’s all?”