Tin-Stars and Troublemakers Box Set (Four Complete Historical Western Romance Novels in One)

by Rice, Patricia

  She was almost ready to enjoy the competition. Lily knew perfectly well there were ten men to every woman in this room and every female from the age of ten upward had partners waiting in line, but for just this once she wanted to feel attractive like her sisters. Travis's laughing smile warmed her heart, and though the look Cade gave her was far from smoldering, it was significant enough to give Lily a small feeling of triumph. He wasn't quite as impervious as he liked to pretend.

  She danced with Ollie and her father and even Jack. The men had drunk enough that her height no longer mattered to them. A chance to stamp and shout and work off excess energy and liquor was good enough reason to grab a woman by the waist and swing into the music. Lily glanced up once to see even Juanita timidly following Travis's direction as they tried a respectable quadrille.

  Lily gratefully accepted the punch someone handed her between sets and laughed with Anna's mother at the piano before Travis carried her off again. She didn't have to look up to know that Cade took the place at her right, making him the first man to sweep her around the circle after Travis lost his place in the reel—she could tell by the heat of Cade's hand against her waist, the strength of his grip as he practically carried her along, and the fresh-scrubbed scent of him in this room full of pomades and sweat.

  He was there again at the beginning of the next set, removing the cup of punch from Lily's hand and looking down at her enigmatically through dark eyes as he wordlessly held out his hand and she accepted it. Damn, she was not used to men looking down on her. It was an unnerving experience.

  Lily felt giddy and unsteady on her feet as the music pounded louder and faster and the dancers swirled in brilliant profusion around them. Ollie twirled her around. Juanita passed by with a flashing smile on her brown face. Travis whispered sweet words as they passed. And Cade caught up with her again, catching her waist and swinging her off her feet with a flourish as the music ended.

  When the music stopped and he set her down, Lily swayed and almost fell before Cade could catch her.

  Looking down at her suddenly pale face and glazed look, Cade swore under his breath and discreetly led her toward the door, supporting her with his arm as he practically carried her out. He saw her father bearing down on them, but he gave the old man a look that scared him off before hauling Lily through the barn door and into the brisk breeze of a December night.

  "Stand here, out of the wind." Cade leaned her against the barn behind the open door, blocking her from view with his bulk.

  "I'm all right. It's just the punch. I'd better go back in," Lily whispered unconvincingly as she pushed upright and avoided Cade's eyes. She had never felt like this in her life. Her head was spinning and she wasn't at all certain she could continue standing. She wasn't given to queasiness or the vapors. She wasn't even wearing a corset, for heaven's sake. It had to be the punch.

  "I only gave you the kind without whiskey," Cade replied, blocking her path with the barrier of his arm. Irrelevantly, he added, "The moon is full tonight."

  Lily leaned against the wall to ease her spinning head and met Cade's gaze. She was beginning to understand his mind too well, and it frightened her. A shock of black hair fell over his brow and she let her thoughts wander to how it would look if Cade grew just the one long braid of hair down the right side of his head and shaved the left like his father did. She thought he would look very good with feathers and beads in that braid. She wondered if he had tattoos like most Indians were said to have. She didn't even know what his body looked like beneath his shirt.

  "I'm fine, Cade. Really I am. I'd better go inside before my father comes after us." She tried to stand, but he was too close for her to get far.

  "It's been two moons, Lily. There's been time to know if there's a child."

  She had known that was what he was after. She looked over his shoulder at the blue-black night sky. "I'm not that regular, Cade. I can't count the times I thought Jim and I..." She stopped, unwilling to reveal any more of the embarrassing details of her intimate life.

  Her face was pale against the dark backdrop of the barn, and Cade lifted his hand to touch her cheek. Noting the difference between dark and light, he dropped it again. "In the eyes of my father, you are my wife. We will go to the alcalde to please your father. You have only to say when."

  He didn't mean to abandon her as Travis had. That was small consolation. Lily closed her eyes and tried to imagine Cade's hand on her cheek, but imagination failed her.

  He wasn't a tender man. She had evidence enough of that. She wasn't certain she wanted a tender man. She wasn't certain she wanted a man at all. But if a child existed...

  "I'll hold you to that," she murmured.

  He would have to settle for that much of an admission. Encouraged, Cade didn't let his hand drop this time when he touched the falling gold strands of Lily's hair. He had never had a golden-haired woman before. Even Serena's mother had brown hair, although it might have been lighter when she was young. The color fascinated him, but not as much as the woman whose hair it was.

  Cade could sense Lily's terror as an animal senses fear. He didn't know whether it was of himself or of her predicament or both. She was frozen with it, but still she stared at him boldly, defying him with her promises. She was a strong woman, but he was stronger, and they both knew it. He had nothing to prove by forcing her further than she was willing to go. Without touching her more, he brought his hand back to his side.

  "You will catch cold." Cade offered his hand this time, and hesitantly, Lily took it. Her fingers were cool and slender against his calluses. He held them, liking the way his hand engulfed hers, enjoying the smooth touch of her palm until they were inside the barn again, and he had to release her.

  Lily didn't remember too much of the rest of the evening. Her father drank too much and had to be carried to the wagon. Roy got brave and tottered around without his crutches and told the other admiring children stories of how he'd been rescued by Indians until he was so exhausted that Travis had to carry him out at the end of the evening. Most of all Lily remembered Cade silhouetted against a cloudy night sky, reaching for the reins of a panicked mustang, the horse's flaring nostrils and sharp hooves rearing high above his head as he spoke calm words that worked magic.

  The crowd that had gathered breathed a collective sigh of relief as the horse whinnied and shied and came to stand restlessly beneath Cade's touch. The drunken fool who had tried to ride him while celebrating the Lord's birth with a shotgun blast was helped from beneath the horse's hooves, bruised and shaken but otherwise intact.

  No one thanked Cade for his courage. The man's wife wept with relief and was led away by her family. Thoroughly satiated with drink and song, the remainder of the crowd admired the performance as an interesting end to a good evening and then wandered off to their wagons and horses. Cade handed the horse's reins to an older man who claimed him.

  A head taller than anyone else, Cade was easily visible as the crowd eddied around him, leaving a distance that made of him an island in a flowing river. He looked so alone that Lily wanted to go to him, but Juanita was handing her a slumbering Serena, and Roy was complaining sleepily, and Travis waited for her in the wagon. Lily climbed up to the seat, hugging the warm child instead of the man.

  She didn't want a husband. She certainly didn't want a husband who never spoke to her, much less consulted her wishes. She didn't want any man who would take over her life and tell her what she could or could not do and expect more from her than she was prepared to give. She'd had enough of that.

  But the possibility that after nine years of praying she might finally be carrying a life within her again kept Lily's mind a careful blank. She wasn't certain whether she would wish the possibility away or not should she stop to think about it. So she didn't.

  She went about her days as if nothing had changed. The cotton was delivered to town to be ginned and baled and shipped. Now that the Alamo had been taken, and San Antonio was in American hands, more of the men wandered
home to help with the harvest and to do the mending and repairing before spring planting began. Lily heard skeptically the news that Ollie had been sent to represent the district in the constitutional convention. The men seemed to think that the war was over and that they had won. Lily didn't think Santa Anna was quite that generous.

  She didn't ask Cade what he thought. He was busy morning, noon, and night rounding up cows that seemed in imminent danger of delivery, rescuing calves born on the prairie that would fall prey to wolves and coyotes. Now that some of the hands were tired of playing soldier, he had more help, but he seemed to take the birth of each animal personally and each death as his own responsibility. Lily scarcely saw him except when he ate, and in his exhaustion, he had little to say then.

  Cade had even less to say the night he came in soaking wet to find Travis, Ollie, and Ephraim engrossed in deep discussion beside the fire while Lily ran back and forth to keep them supplied with drinks and hot food while doing her mending in between their requests. When she bent to set another pitcher beside Travis, and he absently reached out to hug her hips, Cade's composure cracked.

  Lily gasped in surprise as Travis's hand was ripped from her side and then Travis himself was hauled from his chair and shoved toward the door. Ollie leapt up, knocking his own chair over as he attempted to interfere, but Cade grabbed his collar with his spare hand and shoved him in the same direction as Travis.

  Both men came up swinging, but Cade already had the door open, and with the kick of his boot and a block from his shoulder, he shoved them out into the pouring rain and slammed the door after them.

  Roy came to the door of his cubicle to investigate the commotion. Lily stared at Cade's calm features for a second, then in an explosion of rage, slammed out of the room in the direction of her chambers. Cade pointed his finger at Roy, sending him scurrying back to bed.

  Tankard in hand, Ephraim looked up from the table at the young giant standing in the room's center, water streaming from his soaked clothing as he visibly forced his fists to unclench in the sudden emptiness of the room.

  The older man shook his head and took a sip of his steaming drink. "You certainly do know how to empty a room," Ephraim commented to the house at large.

  Surveying the havoc he had wreaked, the overturned chairs and spilled plates, the tracks of mud across clean planked floors, the condemning silence of closed doors, Cade reached for a plate and the hot stew kept warming by the fire for him. Without a word, he filled his plate, sat down across from the old man, and began to eat.

  Ephraim raised his shaggy eyebrows, took a drink, and hid his grin in his cup. It didn't seem like the rest of his company was going to return any too soon. It looked like he'd better learn to get along with this one.

  Generously, he poured a tankard for Cade and pushed it across to him.

  Cade looked at it, then went back to eating.

  Chapter 17

  Lily pulled up her trousers and began to button them from the bottom while she gazed out the window. The rain had let up for a while and the sky was a clear blue. She could see the wind tugging at the barn shingles and tossing the trees, but it looked like a beautiful spring day instead of the end of January.

  She watched Cade stepping out of his cabin and carrying a laughing Serena across the mud to the kitchen where Juanita would fill her with warm oatmeal and milk. Cade hadn't apologized for his behavior the other night, but she had noticed Travis had begun to treat her with more respect, particularly in Cade's presence. Ollie had apparently returned to the constitutional convention and more important matters. His courtship had cooled considerably since Travis's arrival.

  She really didn't miss Ollie's company or Travis's liberties. Idly tugging at the top button of her trousers to fasten them over one of Jim's old work shirts, Lily tried to retrieve her resentment at Cade's high-handed methods, but it was too nice a day to hold a grudge. Travis might be Roy's father, but he wasn't her husband, and he had no right to assume the liberties of one. Cade had simply reminded him of his place. Travis did upon occasion need a forceful reminder.

  But she wasn't at all certain that it was Cade's place to do the reminding. That was what stuck in her craw. If her father hadn't done it, she should have. And if she hadn't, Cade shouldn't have objected.

  Impatiently, Lily glanced down at the recalcitrant button that refused to fasten. Pulling the edges of her pants together, she failed to make them overlap. She stared at the gap incredulously. She had always been as skinny as a rail, and she certainly hadn't taken much time to enjoy Juanita's cooking these last months. She hadn't worn these pants in a while because they had needed mending. They always had been a little snug, but this...

  As the reason for the button's obstinate refusal to close sank in, Lily looked out the window again in dismay. Cade was already leaving the kitchen and crossing to the barn.

  The inevitability of what she must do caused Lily to reach for a belt to cover the gap as she entered the the brisk wind of the dogtrot. She had known the night they had done it. She had known the night of the dance. She had known and had continued to postpone the inevitable. Now wasn't the time to bewail the fates. The time for action had arrived.

  Cade looked up with surprise as Lily stalked determinedly in his direction. She hadn't sought his company since he had thrown Travis out of the house. She hadn't avoided him either. She had just pretended he was another piece of the furniture she had to work around. Her ability to ignore what didn't please her seemed limitless, and he had observed it with equal amounts of fascination and annoyance.

  He couldn't decipher her expression now. There was something particularly expressive about the rounded hollows of Lily's cheeks and the flash of her sky-blue eyes, but Cade's only reaction was a desire to kiss those grimly set lips. He knew how they could melt into the softness of desire. If he let his mind roam, he could almost feel those long, slender legs around him, and his gaze traveled to admire the proud carriage and height of the woman approaching. It had been three months since he had taken this woman to his bed. He burned with the need for it now. Grueling work could quench the worst ache, but right now he was rested and randy as hell just at the sight of feminine curves in men's clothes.

  Cade waited where he was, and Lily obliged by marching to stand in front of him. Her voice was as cool and calm as a glorious spring day when she made her announcement.

  "I think it is time we went to see the alcalde."

  Cade stared at her, letting the words sink in. She wore her magnificent hair in a thick braid the color of corn silk, and the wind ruffled wisps of it about her high forehead. His gaze drifted downward with fascinated curiosity, straying from her eyes to the full swell of her breasts against the old shirt, to the hastily fastened belt that almost hid the open button. She was so slender he might never have noticed the slight thickening of her waist, but the evidence was there in the too-tight trousers, and the realization of the cause of that snugness gripped his insides.

  Cade read the fear behind Lily's false bravado and nodded. "Tomorrow is Saturday. Will that be soon enough?"

  Lily closed her eyes in relief, then opened them again. Seeing through her eyes, Cade was aware of the shabbiness of the chambray shirt he’d strained at the seams, the calluses of his big hands, and the foreignness of his high-cheekboned brown face, but she seemed to see beyond these things. He hoped she saw beyond them.

  "I want one promise from you, Cade."

  Cade waited for the ground rules most women seemed to insist upon. Rules seldom inhibited him, but they were interesting to hear, and he respected her enough to listen.

  "I've watched my father drink away our home and our family. I'll not see Roy's inheritance lost in the same way. I know whiskey's cheap and everybody uses it, but I don't want a drunk for a husband."

  Cade eyed her implacably. "You want me to promise not to drink. And if I don't promise?"

  "Then I'll raise the child alone."

  Over his dead body she would, but there was no sens
e in riling her with that pronouncement. She was being as reasonable as a terrified woman could be. He could return the favor. Nodding in acquiescence, Cade asked, "Shall I tell the others?"

  Lily considered it, then shook her head. "We'll just go to town as usual. I'd not make a big deal of it. It's not as if there will be a priest or anything."

  So it was to be business as usual. As she walked away, Cade watched the braid swaying against her slender back with a mixture of emotions he didn't mean to identify. It had been so long since he had felt anything that he didn't have the knowledge to recognize them in any event. He concentrated on Lily, who had just dismissed him as if she had told him to round up the cattle on the south forty. He wondered what she would do when he made it clear that it wasn't his name only that came with marriage.

  There wasn't much opportunity to inquire. Cade came in early that evening, but Travis hadn't taken the break in the weather to travel out as he had hoped. The other man sat propped before the warm fire teaching Roy the rules of chess while Lily helped Juanita set the table, answered Serena's questions, and buttered a pan of cornbread. Cade noticed she had changed into an old dress he hadn't seen before, and his gaze fell to her waistline. The loose dress concealed any evidence of expansion. Still, he couldn't help swelling with pride at the knowledge that his child grew there.

  Cade took his seat at the table, and Serena instantly clambered into his lap. Before Ephraim could pour him a whiskey, Lily plopped down a mug of coffee beside him. Cade took the hint and drank the coffee, shaking his head at her father's offer. At Lily's call, Roy and Travis joined them at the table. The splints were off Roy's leg now, but he still walked with a limp. He hopped into his chair, chattering about knights and castles and queens while Travis indulged him.

  Lily looked tired, Cade observed as she took her place at the end of the table and bent her head to say grace. By tomorrow, he would be in a position to see that she got more rest—not that Lily would see things that way. That proprietary thought shocked him a little.