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  Then when they’d had the mud wrestle—he smiled at the memory—he’d found out about her fear of the lonely forest. And so of course that was where he arranged to take her.

  And just as he’d predicted, basing his guess on the odd workings of women’s minds, Leah had turned stubborn when he’d told her she could stay with him. Give women what they wanted and damned if they didn’t decide they wanted something else!

  Now here they were, all alone, and Leah acted as if she couldn’t stand him. If he lived a hundred years he’d never understand women.

  But she’d come around. If need be they’d spend months alone in this forest; he planned to court her, woo her, win her. Maybe he could even get her pregnant again. Now that wasn’t a bad idea at all. If she were swelled up with his child, surely she’d give him less trouble. They’d get back to Sweetbriar and his farm and there’d already be a child on the way.

  Oh Leah, he thought, looking across the dying fire toward her, no woman could ever resist a Stanford man when he set his mind to winning her.

  With that decision made, he turned on his side and went to sleep.

  Chapter 15

  Leah woke with a sense of dread. The forest was still and by the look of the moon it wasn’t very late—but something was deeply wrong. Quickly she turned her head to look at Wesley. His eyes were open and there was warning in them. She obeyed his silent command and lay still while she watched him inch his rifle a little closer to his body.

  “No need for that, mister,” came a voice from behind Leah that made her go rigid. She’d never thought to hear that voice again; she had prayed never to hear it again.

  “We’re just travelers like you and the lady,” the voice continued.

  Leah lay still as out of the darkness came a tall, skinny body. In the moonlight she could see a bearded face.

  Slowly, making every move count, Wesley sat up, the rifle never out of his hands. “Who’s with you?” Wes asked in such a sleepy voice that Leah looked sharply at him, then noticed the alert look in his eyes.

  “Jus’ me and one of the boys. Mind if I have some of your coffee?”

  The thin man didn’t wait for an answer but knelt by the lukewarm pot. He didn’t bother looking in Leah’s direction.

  He wouldn’t, Leah thought with anger. Her brother Abe had never had much use for women unless there was ransom money involved. Years ago, after Abe had kidnapped Nicole Armstrong, he’d disappeared off the face of the earth, and none of the Simmonses had heard from him again. Now he was a great deal thinner, years older, but Leah had no doubt he was her brother, probably up to no good, and Wesley was right in staying near his weapon. But perhaps if Leah let her brother know who she was he’d leave them alone.

  “I’ll get you a cup,” she said loudly, eyes on Abe’s narrow back in its worn black coat. She wasn’t sure, but she believed he tightened at the sound of her voice.

  Moving quickly, she threw a handful of branches on the dying fire and urged it into a light-giving blaze. With slow deliberation, she poured him a cup of coffee and handed it to him across the flames.

  He looked at her for only an instant and Leah wasn’t sure he recognized her. After all, when Abe left she’d been only fourteen, and since then she’d grown into a woman and her manners and speech had changed greatly. But Abe’s face hadn’t changed much. It was still narrow, with close-set black eyes and a big nose that looked like some bird ready to attack from its perch on top of a dirty, scraggly beard.

  “I’d like to see your friend,” Wes said.

  Abe turned to Wes, again ignoring Leah. “He’s just a boy, no harm in him, but if you want to see him…Bud, come on out here.”

  Leah was pouring another cup of coffee and nearly dropped it at the sight of the man stepping from the shadows. Or perhaps he was the shadows because he was by far the biggest man she’d ever seen. Both Wesley and Travis were big, powerfully built men, but this young man nearly dwarfed them. He was at least six feet eight inches, maybe taller, well over two hundred pounds. He wore baggy, coarse linen trousers tucked into tall black boots molded over giant calves. His upper body was bare except for a sheepskin slung over one shoulder, and his arms could only be described as massive. They more resembled sculptured tree trunks than arms. The man, truthfully not more than a boy, had a handsome, unsmiling face set on a neck that looked to be about the size of Leah’s waist.

  “Jus’ one of the boys,” Abe repeated, a chuckle in his voice.

  “Coffee?” Leah managed to ask, her neck craning to look up at the big man.

  “Bud likes to keep his hands free,” Abe said, not allowing the boy to answer. “You folks just passin’ through?”

  “Hunting,” Wes answered, still not moving from where he’d slept and not turning his back on the giant near him.

  Abe creakily lifted his spindly little body, tossing the dregs of coffee on the ground. “We got to be goin’ now. Thank you kindly, missus.” He handed the empty cup to Leah and it was then she was sure he recognized her. His close little eyes bored into hers and swept down her dress, which was far better than anything he’d ever seen her wear before. “Come on, Bud,” Abe said and started into the darkness, the silent giant moving noiselessly behind him.

  Leah’s head spun with thoughts, the first of which was that she was sure Abe was up to no good. Of course he’d never done anything honest in his life as far as Leah knew, so she wasn’t surprised by this thought.

  “What do you think they wanted?” Wes asked, watching her.

  Leah jumped guiltily at the sound of his voice. She couldn’t very well tell someone of Wes’s class that the nasty creature was her brother and had probably meant to knock them over the head and rob them. Maybe he’d refrained because he had some family feeling. More likely he’d not harmed them because they were awake. Abe was a backstabber.

  “I guess they were just traveling, like us,” she said, then stretched exaggeratedly. “I certainly am tired. I’ll be asleep again in minutes.”

  With great show, Leah rearranged her pallet, smiled merrily at Wes, yawned, and looked for all the world as if she went right to sleep.

  Never in her life had she been more awake. Somewhere near them in the forest was her sly, devious, cowardly, thieving, treacherous older brother—and she knew he’d want payment from her for not causing them misery.

  Every pore of her body seemed to be listening. She held her breath as Wesley, seeming to believe her words, settled down to sleep.

  An hour went by and Leah’s body began to ache. When was Abe going to make his move? She planned how she’d roll toward Wes and grab the rifle.

  Another hour passed. She began to wonder if she really could shoot her own brother.

  A noise from Wesley startled her, but it was only a soft snore followed by his turning over.

  When Abe’s signal came, a high-pitched whistle, Leah was past ready. Slowly, making no noise, she pushed herself out of the blankets and left the campsite. She didn’t allow herself to consider the forest at night or remember that great, enormous man who trailed her brother, but she made her way over fallen logs, past frightening shadows toward the whistle that would repeat itself when she lost her way.

  She traveled at least a mile before Abe oozed himself from behind a willow tree.

  Leah jumped back, her hand to her throat.

  “Scare you, baby sister?”

  “Only as any other criminal would.”

  Abe looked almost hurt. “I thought maybe you’d be glad to see me. I sure was glad to see you.”

  “Where’s that creature of yours?”

  Abe merely nodded upward to a space above her head.

  Leah glanced to the side to see the shadow of a huge arm. Again she gasped as she turned to see the young man not ten inches from her. She moved away from the towering mass of him while he remained impassive.

  Abe took her upper arm. “Don’t mind Bud,” he said, pulling her away. “He ain’t too, you know.” He tapped his head with his finge