by Linda Ford
Caleb shifted his gaze to Lilly and gave her a smile full of gratitude. “Your sister is very generous.” Beyond the smile, Lilly glimpsed an ocean’s depth of sorrow.
She couldn’t look away. This man had every reason in the world to have a furrowed forehead. She shivered at the thought of everything that had happened to him.
If it had been possible, she would have applied one of Ma’s healing balms to this man’s heart.
“Oh, fine,” Rose grumbled, and moved toward Blossom and Teddy. “So this is the dog you found.”
“She’s mine,” Teddy said.
“Then I’d say she is very fortunate.”
Lilly smiled. Rose might have been one to fight and sputter, but she didn’t have an unkind bone in her body.
Caleb looked at the thin mixture Rose had made—oats cooked with meat broth—and shuddered. “I sure hope you mean that for Blossom.”
The twins laughed, though Rose did so with more abandon than Lilly, as if enjoying his suspicion.
“Yes, it’s for the dog,” Lilly murmured and knelt beside Teddy. Together they managed to get Blossom to lick up some of the concoction. Then she uncapped the tonic. “Teddy, I need to give her these drops. Think you can help?”
He nodded eagerly.
“That’s good. You hold her head while I put the drops in her mouth.”
Teddy did as instructed and Blossom swallowed the drops and drank more water. Wearily, the dog closed her eyes.
Teddy glanced from the dog to Lilly to Caleb and then did it again.
“Papa?”
“What is it?”
“Wasn’t that stuff supposed to make her better? She’s still just lying here.”
Lilly touched Teddy’s head and smiled at him, her heart brimming with sorrow and tenderness at his question. How many times had this child been promised something would make him better and then been disappointed? She pushed her lips together as Caleb’s words echoed in her head. The treatments the poor boy had endured. And his father along with him.
“Healing takes time. It can’t be rushed.”
Teddy gave Lilly a look of frank admiration. “You sure do know a lot about taking care of sick animals.”
Rose laughed again. “She’s had lots of experience. When we lived in town she rescued all sorts of dogs, cats, birds, chickens and even mice, and she nursed them. We were ten when we moved to this farm and she’s collected all sorts of critters since.”
“Like what?”
“Well, she raises sheep and pigs. People bring her animals that are doing poorly. Mostly she fixes them up and sends them back home, but sometimes we keep them. That’s how we got our horse, and we have a motley collection of cats she’s rescued. You should see this place at milking time. Say, I think you will. Lilly, when are you bringing in the cows?”
Ignoring the reminder of chores to be done, Lilly glowered at her sister. “Rose, please don’t tell them everything you know about me.”
Rose’s smile widened. “Only the interesting stuff.”
Lilly gave her a hard look. “That would be everything.”
Rose opened her mouth as if to argue and instead burst out laughing. “You almost had me that time. One of these days you are going to convince me with that deadpan way of yours.” Her expression grew thoughtful. “Maybe our first pa was a gambler. You might have learned that from him.”
Lilly shook her head. “You’ve had him be everything from a wild horse wrangler to a traveling preacher. And now a gambler.”
“I’m just curious, you know?”
“No, I don’t. Seems to me what’s in the past is best left in the past.” They had loving parents in the way of Ma and Pa Bell. That was enough for Lilly.
But it had never been enough for Rose. She constantly tried to discover something about their birth parents.
Lilly dismissed the direction of the discussion.
“I’ll bring in the cows,” she said. Rose left the barn to do her own chores.
“Can I go with you?” Teddy asked. Then he sagged. “I guess I should stay with Blossom.”
The dog was sleeping peacefully. “There’s not much to do for her right now but let her rest. You’re welcome to accompany me,” Lilly said. “Both of you.”
Teddy scrambled to get his crutches and hurried to her side. Caleb followed after.
Lilly didn’t know whether to be grateful for his company or annoyed he probably didn’t trust her alone with his son. Then again, she had invited him. And it really didn’t matter either way—her only interest was in seeing Blossom get better and helping Teddy if that was possible.
Lilly led the way past the house. Out of habit, she scanned the pasture and fields. The cows waited patiently. Beyond them, the white sheep dotted the faded green pasture. The yellow and gold leaves on the fruit trees and bushes flapped in the wind. The garden lay peaceful.
Everything seemed in order. She allowed her breath to ease out even though it was only a matter of time until the Caldwells would do something.
“Is anything wrong?”
She startled at Caleb’s question. “Just checking.”
“For what? Are you expecting some sort of trouble?”
She snorted. “You might say that.”
“Like what?” He squinted at her and edged closer to Teddy as if to protect him.
“Nothing to concern you. At least not directly.” She shouldn’t have said anything, but now that she had, perhaps it was best she told him the truth. Perhaps he had been unaware of how dangerous the Caldwells could be. “You should understand who you work for. The Caldwells are always up to mischief.” Aware Teddy could hear every word, though he seemed more interested in watching the cows press toward the fence, she kept her words low and benign while frustration raged through her. Why couldn’t they leave the Bells alone?
He nodded. “You’re right. It’s nothing to do with me. I need the job and who they choose to feud with is not my concern.”
She wanted to argue. But what could she say? That a man of honor would not work for people like the Caldwells? But why did it matter one way or the other if he was honorable or otherwise? Yet somehow it did. For Teddy’s sake, she reasoned, it mattered.
They reached the gate and she opened it. “Come on, girls. Milking time.” Two dough-faced Jerseys cows lifted their heads. “Come, Bossy. Come, Maude,” she called.
“Look, Papa, they come when she calls them.”
She led the animals to the barn with Teddy and Caleb at her side. She scooped oats into the manger for each.
“Are you going to milk them now?” Teddy asked.
“I like to get it done before supper.”
“Papa, Mama used to milk a cow, didn’t she?”
“She sure did. She insisted you have milk so I got her a decent milk cow.”
“She used to take me with her.” Teddy’s sad voice scraped Lilly’s nerves raw. She’d lost her birth parents when she was three—one to death and one to abandonment—and had only a fleeting recollection of them. Or were they memories the girls had created over the years? She didn’t know. Perhaps it would have been better to not have any memories of her birth parents at all—they only made her sad.
Teddy brightened. “I used to give the cow oats just like Miss Lilly did.”
Lilly pulled a three-legged stool close to the first cow. “This is Maude. She’s gentle as a lamb.”
“Can I pet her?”
“Best wait until I’m done milking.” Squirt, squirt. The milk drummed into the bucket.
Meowing cats exploded from everywhere. A couple, seeing strangers, hissed.
“Mind your manners,” Lilly scolded, shooting streams of milk at each cat in turn.
Teddy’s eyes were round. His mouth gaped open.
Caleb laughed. “Guess you never saw so many cats at one time.”
“I want to pet them.” Teddy dropped his crutches and sat down amid the melee.
Seeing the concern in Caleb’s face, Lilly reassured him. “It’s okay. None of them will hurt him.” She smiled at the pleasure in Teddy’s face as the cats rubbed against him.
She might only have one day, but she’d do all she could to see he enjoyed every minute spent on the farm.
* * *
Caleb felt as if he had stepped back in time to a gentler, sweeter place where life followed familiar routines and his son enjoyed normal pursuits.
Two cats crawled into Teddy’s lap, purring loudly. Teddy laughed. The purest laugh Caleb had heard from him in many months.
Caleb’s eyes misted, no doubt irritated by the dust the cats were kicking up and nothing more.
Now satisfied with their drink, several cats hissed at Blossom. She opened one eye and closed it again but otherwise paid them no heed.
Grub cocked his head and watched the scene with a puzzled expression.
“Why do you have so many cats?” Teddy asked.
“Mostly because we had three batches of kittens this year.”
“And you get to keep ’em all?”
“For a while. Usually once cold weather sets in and mice move indoors, people come and ask for a cat to keep the mice population down.”
“Guess you don’t have any mice around here.”
“Not many.”
“Would have to be an awfully brave mouse to come here.” Teddy laughed so hard at his joke that tears trickled from his eyes.
Caleb watched in pure and natural pleasure.
Lilly chuckled as she finished with Maude. Then she stood at Caleb’s side, a foamy pail of milk in one hand, and watched Teddy. “If that isn’t the sweetest sound in the world, I don’t what is.”
He looked at her. She looked at him. And for a moment they shared something. Something he had not shared with anyone since Amanda died. A common delight in his son. It was temporary, he warned himself. But for now, he allowed himself to enjoy the moment. “His laughter is better than Sunday music.”
She laughed. “Tons better than Sunday music if you happen to sit next to Harry Simmons, who sings like a hoarse bullfrog.” She croaked out a few words of a song, then broke off and covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I should not be mocking anyone.” Pink flared up her cheeks.
He’d laughed at her imitation of the poor Harry Simmons, whoever he was, but his laughter stalled in the back of his throat when he looked at her. The woman could go from straight-faced teasing, to lighthearted imitations, to apologies so fast it left him dizzy.
And more than a little intrigued.
Her eyes widened and then she ducked her head.
Oh glory, he’d been staring long enough to make her uncomfortable.
He bent over Teddy and stroked one of the cats. Lilly hurried over to the other cow and started milking.
“What’s her name?” Teddy asked.
“This is Bossy.”
Did Caleb detect a note of relief in her voice, as if she were happy to be talking about cows again?
Teddy seemed to consider the name for a moment. “Is that ’cause she’s mean?”
“No, she just likes to do things the same way and if I try to change anything, she insists otherwise.”
Teddy brightened. “That’s like Papa.”
Caleb stared at his son. “Me? Why would you say that?”
“You always put your boots in the exact spot every night. Once I moved them ’cause I wanted something and you made me put them back. You always make me sleep on the same side of you even when I want to sleep on the other side. And every morning, you stare at the fire until the coffee is ready. And you tell me not to talk until you have your coffee.”
It was all true. “That doesn’t mean I’m like Bossy. I can change if I want.” He stole a glance at Lilly. She had her head pressed to the cow’s flank, but—he narrowed his eyes—her shoulders were shaking. “You find this funny?”
She nodded without lifting her head.
He crossed his arms and considered the two of them. Teddy innocently petting a lap full of cats. Lilly trying to hide her amusement.
So his son considered him inflexible. Stuck in a routine. As for the coffee, he simply had to get his first cup before his brain started to perk. It didn’t mean he was bossy or stuck in a rut.
Lilly gasped, tipped her head back and laughed aloud. She held up a hand to indicate she wanted to say something as soon as she could speak.
He waited, none too patiently. Did the woman intend to spend the rest of the day laughing?
She swiped her hand across her eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh, but if you could see your expression...” She chuckled some more and then tried to press back her amusement, but it showed clearly in her eyes.
From a deep well within, one that felt rusty with disuse, a trickle of laughter escaped. It grew in volume and intensity. He laughed. And laughed. And continued to laugh until his insides felt washed with freshwater. Until his stomach hurt. Until he realized Lilly and Teddy were watching him with wide smiles.
He sobered and drew in a deep breath. “I guess it is funny to realize a five-year-old has been taking note of my habits.”
She grinned. “It’s kind of sweet if you think about it.”
He couldn’t seem to break from her warm gaze. It was as if she approved of him. No. That wasn’t it at all. Really, it was as if she approved of the way he and Teddy were together.
Bossy tossed her head.
“Okay. Okay.” Lilly turned her attention to the cow. “I’m done. I’ll let you go.”
If Caleb had a lick of good sense left, he’d be done, too. He’d be on his way before his brain got any more affected by this woman.
Only he couldn’t break the promise he’d made to Teddy. He’d stay the night, enjoy one day of being part of a normal family. Then he’d return to the Caldwells and his job with his resolve renewed and his face set to reach his goal.
He’d dare not linger overlong at the Bell place and risk losing his job with the Caldwells.
Not that he was tempted. Not at all.
Chapter Five
Lilly turned the cows out. “I’ll take the milk to the house and let Ma know you’re staying overnight. She’ll expect you to join us for supper.”
“That’s not necessary,” Caleb said. “We have supplies in our wagon. But could I turn the horse in to the pasture?”
“By all means.” She wanted to kick herself for not suggesting it the moment Caleb had said he’d stay.
She would have accepted his refusal to join them for supper, but Ma would have had a fit if she didn’t bring them.
“Ma’s a very good cook.”
Teddy got a look on his face that could only be described as hungry. “Papa, she’s a good cook.”
Caleb chuckled. “Are you saying I’m not?”
“I like your food.” He sounded so uncertain that Lilly smiled.
Teddy brightened. “But it might be nice to try someone else’s for a change.”
Caleb gave his son such a loving, amused look that tears stung Lilly’s eyes. She almost envied the boy such devotion, which was plumb foolish. Ma and Pa loved her every bit as much as Caleb loved his son. But oh, to see such a look meant especially for her. She shook her head hard, trying to clear her brain of such confusing thoughts.
Caleb and Teddy had followed Lilly as she put the cows in the pen for the night. He turned his horse in to the pasture, and then they returned to the barn.
“Look, Papa,” Teddy chirped. “Blossom wagged her tail. Isn’t that good? Means she’s getting stronger.” Teddy eased himself do
wn beside the dog and petted her, murmuring encouragement. “You’re safe here. Don’t be afraid. No one will hurt you now.”
Caleb pressed a fist to his chest as if, inside, his heart were hurting.
Lilly touched his arm. “He’s safe, too.”
Caleb nodded, but his eyes did not show relief. “I wish—” He shook his head.
She patted him twice. “I’ll ask Ma to look at his leg after supper.”
“Thanks.”
“I’ll leave you two with Blossom.” She hurried to the house to strain the milk. As she passed through the kitchen, she stopped to speak to Ma.
“How’s the pup?” Ma asked.
“She’s a fighter. I think she’ll be okay. Ma, I asked them to stay overnight so they could be with the dog.”
Ma nodded. “Sounds sensible. Did you ask them to come for supper?”
“Yes. Ma, the little boy has something wrong with his leg.” She repeated what Caleb had said. “I said we’d do what we could to help. Can you look at the leg after supper?”
“Certainly.” She stirred a pot on the stove.
“Caleb was afraid we might torture his son.” She told Ma the things Caleb had said.
Ma dried her hands on a towel and looked out the window toward the barn. “That poor little boy and that poor father. I hope you assured him we’d be very gentle with the lad.”
“I did, but I warn you, he’s very protective of his son.”
“As well he should be.” Ma returned to the stove and her meal preparation, her lips tight.
Lilly stared. Was she thinking of her three daughters? She had never said much about the circumstances of their adoption. She had only assured the girls over and over that they were loved, that they were a blessing from God to a childless couple. But no doubt she wondered what had happened to the girls’ birth parents. Or more accurately, their father. Cora could remember their mother had died. Lilly figured it must have been something horrible that caused their father to abandon three little girls in the middle of the prairie. She went to Ma’s side and brushed her hair off her forehead. “You’re the best ma,” she said. When had Ma’s hair gotten so gray? Both her parents were in their seventies, but she didn’t like the thought that they were getting old.