was back in a month. I heard it's a big family get-together he attends, and because he's considered to be the most successful of all the relations, he likes to stay a spell to get their adulation.'
'I'm going to write down a second message I want you to send when the time comes, and I want you to promise me that if you hear from Ryan, you'll let me know. I'd like to have a word with him.'
'How am I going to get word to you?'
'I'm going to come back every Monday night to check in with you.'
'Just to find out if I've heard from the marshal? Son, that sounds like you're getting false hopes up. The chances of locating him are mighty slim.'
Douglas shook his head. 'That isn't my main reason for checking in with you, sir. If I don't show up, you'll know something's wrong, and that's when I want you to send the second telegram. Do you understand?'
'I do,' he agreed. 'You'll be careful coming back here?'
'Yes,' he promised. 'I wish there was a way I could get Isabel and the baby to you and your wife though.'
'You'd be bringing trouble to town if you tried. Boyle checks in on her, and I'm sure that one of his men will take over the duty while he's gone. If she isn't where she's supposed to be, they'll tear this town apart looking for her. It won't do any good to take them to Liddyville because he's got friends there too, and there isn't another town close enough to be safe for that newborn. You've just got to stay put, son. If you don't let Boyle's men see you, they'll continue to leave Isabel alone. You don't want that monster coming after you. No, sir, you don't.'
Douglas didn't agree. 'Just as soon as Isabel and her son are safe, I'm going to want Boyle to come after me. Fact is, I'm looking forward to it.'
The doctor felt a cold draft permeate his bones. Isabel's champion had smiled when he made his last comment, but his eyes told another story. They were cold… deadly.
Simpson took a step back before he realized he didn't have to be afraid. He followed Douglas into the kitchen and whispered additional advice. 'When the time comes, you'll need help, son. There are twenty-four men working the ranch for Boyle, and every one of them is no good riffraff looking for trouble. With Boyle leading them, that makes twenty-five in all.'
'I'm not worried. My brothers will come.' Simpson's wife heard the remark. 'How many brothers are in your family?' she asked. 'Five now, including my brother-in-law.'
Simpson looked incredulous. 'Five against twenty-five?'
Douglas grinned. 'It's more than enough.'
Chapter Five
Douglas didn't make it back to the ranch until almost dawn. Before he unloaded the supplies and bedded down the sorrel, he hurried to the cabin to check on Isabel and the baby.
She was standing in front of the fireplace with the rifle up and ready. When he called her name and softly knocked, she ran to the door, unbolted the lock, and threw herself into his arms. She didn't mind at all that he was drenched from head to foot.
'I'm so happy you're home.'
Her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist. He felt the barrel of the rifle against his back and quickly reached behind him to take it away from her. She continued to hug him while he leaned to the side and put the weapon on the table.
'I couldn't imagine what was taking you so long,' she whispered. 'But I never once thought you wouldn't come back.'
'I'm glad to hear it,' he said. 'You're shaking. If you'll let go of me, I'll add another log to the fire. New mothers have to be careful. You don't want to get sick.'
She didn't want to let go of him. 'I'm not cold… I'm just very relieved you're back. Douglas, I was worried about you.'
She was trembling almost violently now. He held on to her so she couldn't fall down.
'I was worried about you too,' he admitted.
Her face was hidden against his chest. 'Did you have any trouble?'
'None at all,' he replied. 'I got everything on your wish list and a few extras as well. Then I went over to see Dr. Simpson.'
'But Boyle told me his men are watching his cottage night and day,' she cried out in alarm.
'They never saw me,' he assured her. 'I met the doctor's wife too. She packed up a bag of food and fresh milk for you.'
'Oh, that was nice of her.'
'The doctor sent lots of advice.'
She was patting his chest. He wondered if she realized what she was doing.
'You're very resourceful, Douglas.' And reliable, she silently added. 'How did you manage to get in and out of the general store and Simpson's house without being seen? Did you break the locks?'
'No, I just jimmied them open.'
'Good heavens, how did you learn to do that?'
'I was a thief a long, long time ago.'
For some reason, she found his admission hilarious. He didn't know what to make of her reaction. He liked her laugh though. It was filled with such joy.
He forced himself to focus on more practical matters. Pulling away from her, he took hold of her hand and led her back to her bed. 'Have you been up long?'
'Most of the night,' she admitted. 'So was the baby. He just went back to sleep.'
'Dr. Simpson wants you to try to feed him every hour or so. Is he nursing yet?'
'Yes,' she answered.
'Do you think he got enough milk?'
'Yes,' she answered. 'He kept it down too.'
She sounded proud of her accomplishment, yet also shy about it. He caught her looking up at him, shared a smile, and then told her to go to sleep.
'Couldn't I help you unload the supplies?'
'No.'
'Oh, I almost forgot. I fixed your breakfast. It's on the counter.'
'I'll eat after I've put everything away and taken care of Brutus.'
'Did you remember to leave money for Mr. Cooper? I've never stolen anything in my life, and I'm not about to start now.'
'I left exactly what he deserved.'
Technically he hadn't lied to her. He hadn't told her the truth either, yet he didn't feel guilty about it. He had left Vernon Cooper what he owed him, which was nothing, not a single penny. Cooper had turned his back on Isabel and joined ranks with Boyle, and as far as Douglas was concerned, Vernon and his brother, Jasper, the disreputable telegraph man, should be run out of town. Only then would they get what they really deserved.
Isabel was too excited to sleep, but she pretended to do just that so Douglas would bring in the supplies. Her excitement increased each time she heard him come back inside. She kept count by how often the floorboard in front of the hearth squeaked. Twelve wonderful times she heard the creaking sound, and that meant six trips to the kitchen and six trips back to the buggy. Were his arms filled, or was he carrying in one bag at a time?
Waiting was blissfully excruciating. Finally, she heard the buggy being driven back to the barn, and she couldn't bear the suspense another second. She threw the covers off, put on her robe and her slippers, and tiptoed into the living room.
She let out a gasp of joy then, for the table and four chairs were stacked high with bags, and there were more on the floor as well. She ran to the table and gasped once again when she saw a large crock of butter, real butter, and another crock filled with coffee. Her fingertips caressed each and every bag, and everywhere she turned, she saw something even more wonderful to cry about. There was beef jerky and ham and bacon and four giant
