Restless Heart
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“If there is one thing money can do, it can make people talk and give up information they might not want to share. I knew that if I asked Jane to, she would do everything she could to find Eliza.” Sam pointed to the papers. “This came with the wagon from Jane. I think you should read it.”
Angeline stared at the papers. “What does it say?”
“You need to read for yourself.” Sam knew what it contained, but it was her sister, therefore it was her right to know what Jane had found.
With shaking hands, she opened the sheaf of papers and started reading. After she read the note on top from Jane, she gasped and looked at him.
“They found Eliza?”
Sam smiled. “Keep reading.”
She read through the rest of the papers, then read them again. Her hand went to her mouth, and a sob escaped.
“She’s in Idaho?”
“Lives in a cabin in the mountains with her husband, a man named Grady Wolfe.” He felt nothing but love for his wife as joy spread across her face.
“Can we go visit them? Please? I need to see her.”
“And we will. I promise. I think we should wait until spring—”
“No, I want to go as soon as we can. I want to see them by Christmas.” She took his hands and squeezed tightly. “Please, I need to see her.”
Sam brought her to her feet and pulled her into a hug. “Yes, we can go visit them, but I think we should at least finish moving into the house, and then ask Lettie to keep an eye on things while we’re gone.” He looked into her beautiful blue eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this? You are pregnant, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
She cupped his face. “Nothing is more important to me than you and this baby. We have months and months until I give birth, so this is the only time we’ll have to find them. From what I read, the place she lives is hard to find, so we’ll need to hire a guide.”
“Angel, I’ll do whatever you want. You’re my whole world.” He could still hardly believe she was his wife and that she loved him as much as he loved her.
Angeline ran her hands through his hair. “How did I get so lucky?”
He snorted. “Woman, I’m the lucky one. You are like a shining star, almost too bright and perfect for me. I’m just a half-breed who can swing a hammer.”
She pressed her forehead to his. “We are truly blessed, Sam. Truly blessed.”
He felt a breeze on the back of his neck and a whisper that sounded like “love”. Sam said goodbye to his mother’s spirit and hello to his new life with Angeline. Nothing had ever felt so right.
It took two months to track down the exact location of the cabin. On Christmas Eve, they made the trek from a small town at the base of the Rocky Mountains. Angeline’s stomach jumped around like a fish, floppy and jittery. There was nothing to be frightened of. They had a guide, were wearing sturdy clothes, and had plenty of time to get there before nightfall.
It didn’t matter a whit to her stomach. She was still so scared of seeing Eliza. She had apparently married the gunslinger, the man who had tried to kill her. According to what she’d told Angeline, he was a good man who had just needed another chance. It gave Angeline another reason to be nervous.
They rode up to the cabin nestled in a valley covered with a foot of snow winking like diamonds in the sunlight. Towering trees hung over a brook that was frozen over in the cold Idaho winter. A small red barn with a corral lay to the left of the house.
It was more than just a house. It was a home. Angeline was glad Eliza had settled there and found a perfect place for herself. She was a strong, smart, amazing woman, and someone Angeline wanted to emulate.
They dismounted and walked toward the door. Their boots echoed as they walked across the porch. Angeline took off her thick mittens and knocked.
She heard a voice from inside. “Who the hell is that?” The deep voice sent a shiver up her spine. It was enough to make her want to hightail it back to Wyoming, but she waited—more eager to see Eliza than to run from her new brother-in-law.
Angeline heard laughter then the door opened. Eliza stood in the doorway, her mouth agape, looking happier and healthier than Angeline had ever seen her.
“Merry Christmas, Eliza.”
Eliza turned to look at her husband, who stood there with a gun in his hand. She turned back to Angeline and opened her arms. “Merry Christmas, Angeline.”
THE END
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