"I dismiss these cases," he told the prosecution. "Lack of evidence," he said flatly.
And he walked away.
Silence reigned for a moment. Then there was a Rebel war whoop as hats were thrown high into the air. The crowd rushed forward to congratulate the Slaters.
Shannon pushed her way through until she reached Malachi. He drew her into his arms, and he kissed her warmly.
"It's over," he said softly. "The war is really over."
"All of our wars are over," she promised him. She slipped her hand into his hands, then turned around, searching for Mr. Abernathy. She hurried over to him and gave him a tremendous kiss on the jowl. "Bless you! And I promise you a dozen lamb chops every year, as long as I live!"
"That would be right nice, Mrs. Slater, mighty nice."
"What's this?" Malachi demanded, shaking hands with his attorney.
"That's a mighty fine little woman you have there, captain." Mr. Abernathy said. "Some temper, though, huh?"
"It's a ghastly temper," Malachi agreed.
"Malachi!" she protested.
"I love it, though," he told Mr. Abernathy. "I wouldn't have her any other way. She's full of fire and sparks."
"Malachi—"
"In fact, I'm going to take her right home and see if we can't get a few sparks a-flying." His eyes fell on her. "Seems like a long, long time since I've been away."
"Scat!" Mr. Abernathy told them.
They still had to fight through the crowd. Malachi had to kiss Kristin, and Shannon had to kiss and hug Jamie and Cole, and the brothers embraced, and then Malachi and his brothers thanked each and every man and woman who had come to their defense. Shannon hugged Martha Haywood fiercely, and Martha told her with shimmering eyes that she should go. "And be happy, love! Be happy."
They came out into the sunshine at last.
Then Malachi kissed her. Slowly, surely, completely. He broke away. "Come on. We can go home. We can really go home."
"And start sparks flying?" she teased him.
"No," he whispered.
"No?"
His eyes danced, as blue and clear as the sky above them. "Sparks are already flying."
She smiled slowly, meeting his eyes, curling her fingers within his while he sun beat down upon them, warm and vibrant.
"Yes, let's go home!" she agreed in a fervent whisper.
Because they could. They could really go home.
Life and love were theirs, and they were only just begin-
The war was more than over. Peace had truly begun.
EPILOGUE
June 18th, 1866 Haywood, Kansas
Martha Haywood had just locked up the house for the night. There were no guests at the hotel, so she thought she might as well lock up early. She wished that someone would come through. It was summer, and it was beautiful, and it would be nice to be busy and have company.
She felt a surge of nostalgia for the previous year. She smiled, remembering all the hustle and bustle when Captain Slater had come with his Miss McCahy. Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe she and Papa shouldn't have forced the two to enter into marriage.
People had a right to make up their own minds.
She hoped things had worked out. Captain Slater and Miss McCahy had been the perfect couple. A handsome, dashing hero and a damsel in distress. But she hadn't heard from the two of them in a while, not since the letter at Christmas…
Martha started, hearing a fierce pounding at the door. She hurried over as fast as she could, muttering to herself. "People should have more courtesy. Why, I have half a mind not to open the door. Stopping this late along the way…"
But she threw open the door anyway.
For a moment, she just stared, stunned.
"Martha, may we come in?" Shannon Slater asked her. She looked like an angel on the porch, in her light blue trav-eling dress with a white lace collar. She held a big, blanketed bundle in her arms, and she stood next to her husband. He was as dashing as ever. His Confederate gray was gone, and he wore a well-tailored dark frock coat and a stovepipe hat. He was carrying a valise and held a squirming bundle as well.
Shannon didn't wait for an answer. Smiling, she stepped into the house, pressing her bundle into Martha's arms. "We are awfully late, aren't we? I'm so sorry. It's much harder traveling with the children."
"Children?" Martha sputtered at last.
"This one is Beau. And this—" she smiled, pulling back the blanket on Malachi's bundle "—is Nadine."
"Oh!" Martha said at last. "Oh, twins!"
"Twins," Malachi agreed, and he pressed his bundle, too, into Martha's arms.
"Twins!" Martha repeated, as if she could think of nothing else to say.
Malachi winked at Shannon, enjoying the woman's flustered pleasure. "This is our wedding anniversary, you know, Martha."
"Yes," Shannon said, stripping away her gloves. "So we've come back, eager for our honeymoon suite."
"Your honeymoon suite—of course!"
Beau gurgled. Martha laughed with delight. "Oh, he is precious!"
"Well, you see, Shannon's brother Matthew and Iris were married last week—"
"No!" Martha gasped.
"Oh, yes. We were all just wonderfully pleased. But they're setting up housekeeping now."
"And we've done what we can to pull the McCahy ranch together," Malachi said.
"So," Shannon continued, "Cole has gone to Texas with Kristin and Gabe and Jamie and Samson and Delilah."
"We're going to join them down that way, too," Malachi said.
"Malachi has been offered a job as sheriff in a little town west of Houston," Shannon said.
"Cole is ranching, and Jamie is—believe it or not—scouting for the cavalry."
"Oh, how wonderful!" Martha said. She looked from one of the squirming babies to the other. "Oh! They're just both so beautiful."
Malachi pinched Martha's cheek. "We're so glad that you like them, Martha."
"Like them? Why, captain, I love them!"
Shannon smiled sweetly and kissed Martha's cheek. "Good." She laughed mischieviously. "Because we're going to sneak up to our honeymoon retreat."
"Oh, of course!" Martha giggled. "You two go right ahead."
Malachi swept Shannon off her feet, striding to the stairs. "Oh, we'd like to baptize them tomorrow, if we could. If you and Mr. Haywood wouldn't mind. And we want you and Mr. Haywood to be the godparents."
"Oh!" Martha would have clapped like a child except that her arms were full of squirming babies. She looked at them more closely. They both had soft ringlets of gold and immense blue eyes. Nadine was going to be a beauty like her mother, and Beau would be as handsome as his sire. "My godchildren!" Martha cried. She turned around quickly. "We won't mind. We won't mind at all."
She wasn't sure that Malachi and Shannon heard her. Their eyes were locked with one another's as he carried her up the stairs. She was glorious, with her hair streaming over his arms, and he was wonderful in his dark coat, tall and striking. It was so romantic, the way he held her.
"Of course, of course!" Martha repeated.
Shannon had heard her. She looked over her husband's shoulder and winked. Martha waved. A second later the door—now repaired—closed at the top of the stairs.
"Oh, my!" Martha said. "Papa! Papa, wake up, Mr. Hay-wood. We've responsibilities tonight!"
She sat down with her two little bundles.
And she smiled. She had been right—she had been ever so right. They were the perfect couple, and it was just like a fairy tale…
Ending happily ever after!
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