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  Nellie didn’t answer.

  “The puppy?”

  “Puppy?”

  “Cute little collie pup. It was returned to the hotel with a note from you saying you didn’t want anything from me, nor did you ever want to see me again. He was a frisky pup, wasn’t he?”

  “I never saw him,” Nellie mumbled.

  “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”

  “I didn’t see the puppy,” Nellie said louder. Could Terel or her father have kept her from knowing of these gifts and messages? Why would they do that? Terel had said that no word had come from Mr. Montgomery. “How is Olivia Truman?”

  “Who?”

  “Olivia Truman. She’s a very pretty redhead. Her father owns quite a bit of land outside Chandler.”

  “I don’t remember meeting her.”

  “You must have met her at one of the social events you’ve attended this week. The garden party? The box lunch? The church supper?”

  Jace was beginning to understand. “Since I saw you last I have worked in your father’s office, bent over a stack of dirty ledgers, and I have spent my evenings at my cousin’s house. Houston will tell you that I’ve had dinner at their house every night this week, and my social life has consisted of giving about a million piggy back rides to those three kids.”

  Nellie was silent for a while. Every evening Terel had told her where she had seen Mr. Montgomery and with whom he’d been. One of them was not telling the truth and instinctively she knew it was Terel. Perhaps she meant to protect me, Nellie thought. Perhaps she was doing what she thought was best for me.

  “How are you enjoying Chandler, Mr. Montgomery?” she asked, trying to make polite conversation.

  “I’m enjoying it quite a lot now that you’re beside me again,” he answered.

  Nellie didn’t know what to say in reply. Was he the villain portrayed by her father and Terel, or was he as he seemed to her? She’d never had any reason before to doubt her family, but now there were things puzzling her.

  They were some miles out of town when, coming over a hill, Jace looked down into a valley and saw the freight driver’s wagon, loaded with corn and still sitting beside the cabin. He knew without a doubt that the man hadn’t understood his plan.

  Jace brought the wagon to a halt. “Nellie, I have to leave you here. I’m afraid that the driver’s wife may have some contagious illness. I couldn’t bear to expose you to it.”

  “Don’t be absurd,” she was saying, even as he came around the wagon to help her down. “If you can be exposed to it, so can I.” But he didn’t listen to her, just put his strong arms up to help her down. “Mr. Montgomery, I want to go with you. I—”

  He kissed her softly but distractedly. “I’ll be back for you as fast as I can, honey. Don’t worry.”

  He leaped onto the wagon, flicked the reins, and left in a cloud of dust.

  Nellie stood back, coughing, and watched him. “Honey,” she murmured. No one had ever called her honey before.

  By the time Jace reached the Everetts’ cabin he was in a fine temper. “I’ll wring his neck,” he muttered as he pulled the horses to a halt and leaped down from the wagon. The front door of the cabin was open to the Indian summer warmth, and inside the whole family—two adults and six kids—were quietly eating lunch. The table was loaded with ham and vegetables and corn bread, and a pie stood waiting on the sideboard.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” Jace bellowed, causing all eyes to look at him. “I apologize for my language, ma’am,” he said, removing his hat as he stepped inside, “but what are you doing here?”

  “I was up all night loading corn,” Frank Everett said. “I just got up.”

  Jace glared at him. “You haven’t told her, have you?”

  Frank leaned back in his chair. He wore his dirty longjohns with suspenders over them. He yawned and scratched his arm. “To tell you the truth, Mr. Montgomery, I ain’t sure I understood it all.”

  Jace’s anger left him and was replaced by embarrassment. He looked down at the toe of his shoe.

  The man’s wife stood. “Won’t you sit and eat? We got more’n enough. I guess you’re the man that gave Frank the job haulin’ the corn.”

  “Yes, I am.” Now that he was here, what he’d planned to do seemed ridiculous. “But I can’t eat. I have someone waiting for me.”

  Frank, looking puzzled, turned to his wife. “He wants you to be sick and he wants the kids to be hungry, then he wants to bring a young lady out here and save us all. Don’t make no sense to me.”

  Mrs. Everett frowned for a moment as she thought, then her face lit with a smile. “Why, Frank, he’s in love.”

  Jace’s face turned even redder as the older children began to titter.

  Mrs. Everett took over. “I’d be glad of a few days of rest, and if one of them town ladies wants to save us, she sure can.” She looked at her children. “Sarah, I saw Lissie makin’ eyes at that oldest Simons boy you’re sweet on. And Frank Jr., your brother said he could outride and outshoot you any day of the week.”

  The oldest girls immediately went into an earsplitting argument, and the two oldest boys, without a word spoken, fell on each other, fists flying. The youngest children, scared, started crying.

  Frank looked at his family, at the girls just about to start pulling hair, and at his sons rolling about on the floor trying to kill each other, at the babies screaming so energetically that their mouths were bigger than their faces, then back at Jace. “You sure you wanta court a woman?” he yelled over the noise.

  Mrs. Everett pushed past her husband. “Go on,” she shouted to Jace. “You go get your young lady and bring her here. We’ll be the neediest family she ever saw.”

  Jace nodded and went out into the relative peace of the cool Colorado air. He took his time driving back to Nellie. He didn’t like staging this farce but he knew of no other way to get her out from under her family’s thumb. She was sitting quietly waiting for him when he returned, and slowly they drove back to the cabin. By the time he got there he was ready to tell Nellie that he’d lied to her and that Mrs. Everett wasn’t ill, and since Jace had given Mr. Everett a job, the family wasn’t starving. But the minute they entered the cabin he was glad he’d done what he had. All six children, with tearstained cheeks, looked sad and forlorn. There wasn’t a bite of food in the house; Mrs. Everett, looking very poorly, was lying in bed; and Frank and his wagon were gone.

  Nellie took over at once. Within minutes she had the wagon unloaded, the stove going, and food cooking. From the beginning Jace had had an idea of what Nellie was really like, but his ideas were based on what he sensed, not what he’d seen. Now, out from under the influence of her dreadful family, she blossomed. Here there was no Terel telling her she was plain and fat and old. Her father wasn’t there to remind her that she should be grateful for everything she had.

  All that was in the cabin were eight people who thought she was wonderful, for Jace saw that if Nellie liked children, it was nothing to how much children liked Nellie. Within an hour of her arrival all six kids were talking to her at once. The smallest girl dragged out a doll for Nellie to repair, the boys were bragging of their exploits, and the oldest girls wanted to know all about the young men in town. Nellie told them that Jace was a relative of the very handsome seventeen-year-old Zachary Taggert, and after that there was no peace for Jace.

  Nellie also took care of Mrs. Everett, bringing her a plate of food on a tray, fluffing her pillows, and in general, making her more comfortable than she’d ever been in her life.

  Jace sat back in the bustle and watched and participated. He had never felt more at home in his life. He held a child on his lap and watched Nellie rolling out dough for a pie while she helped one of the boys with his sums. The oldest girls had gone to gather eggs and milk the cow while a boy fed the horses.

  Jace looked across the head of the child in his lap and exchanged a smile with Nellie. This was all he’d ever wanted in his life. He had never been