up 'cause I'm coming back. I'm going to my annual family get-together, and I expect I'll be away a good six weeks, maybe even longer. Now, I don't want you feeling lonely while I'm gone, so I'm putting my right-hand man in charge of you. His name is Spear.'
He turned to his cohort, told him to tip his hat to his future bride, and then turned back to Isabel.
'Spear's going to watch out for you. I've put some of my men up on the mountain yonder to watch over you too. They'll be staying day and night. Are you comforted by my thoughtfulness? I wouldn't want you to think you had to leave while I was gone. Next year you'll be going with me. You understand what I'm saying, girl?'
The mockery in his voice infuriated her. 'Go away,' she shouted.
He laughed. 'I expect you will have had that thing by the time I get back. Your figure should be nice and curvy again by the time we get married. Are you about ready to accept your future, honey bell, and start begging me?'
She answered him by cocking her rifle. Spear's hand went to his gun, but he didn't draw.
Boyle jerked on his reins and rode away. Spear followed. 'Didn't I tell you she was full of spit and vinegar?' Boyle shouted. 'She'll beg me though, and she'll do it in front of the entire town. Just you wait and see.'
Isabel didn't hear Spear's answer. Boyle's laughter drowned it out. She stood there on the stoop for several minutes, watching them leave… and gathering the gumption to face Douglas again.
She considered staying where she was for the rest of the day, but Douglas had other ideas. She didn't hear the door open. She did feel herself being pulled backward though, and the grip on her waist, even with the padding, felt like a vice. Fortunately, she had enough presence of mind to put the safety on the rifle before she dropped it.
He caught it before it hit the floor, kicked the door closed, and turned her around to face him before he let go of her.
The padding around her waist dropped to the floor, and she kicked it out of the way. She had already determined the strategy she would employ. From the look in his eyes, she knew he wasn't going to be reasonable, and since her only defense was to retreat or attack, she chose the latter.
She took a step forward, planted her hands on her hips, and frowned up at him.
'You listen to me, Mr. Clayborne. If you had gone outside, you would have tried to shoot both of them, and one of them might have killed you. And just where would Parker and I be then, I ask you? Boyle has friends, remember? If you'd killed him, they'd come looking for him, and we would have to fight twenty-some men off while trying to protect an infant. I'm a good shot, and I imagine you are too, but I'm also a realist, and there's no way we could get all of them before we were killed. Am I getting through to you yet?'
She guessed she wasn't when he spoke. 'If he comes here again, you aren't going outside to talk to him.'
'I knew you'd be stubborn about this.'
'You lied to me, and I want you to promise me you'll never do it again.'
'Now you've done it. You woke the baby. You go get him.'
'Neither one of us is moving until I get your promise. You have any idea how scared I got when I thought Parker was sick? Damn it, Isabel, if you ever lie to me…'
'If it meant saving your hide, I'd lie again. We should be celebrating now, not bickering. Didn't you hear what Boyle said? He's finally leaving. That's wonderful news.'
'I'm waiting.'
'Oh, all right. I promise never to lie to you again. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go to my son.'
'I'll get him.'
All Parker needed was a dry bottom, and as soon as Douglas changed him, the baby went back to sleep.
Douglas couldn't get Spear off his mind. From the look of him, Douglas knew he was going to be a much more dangerous threat than Boyle could ever be.
Isabel noticed how quiet he was during supper and asked him to tell her what he was thinking about.
'Spear,' he answered. 'Boyle doesn't worry me nearly as much as his new hired hand does.'
'I disagree. Boyle's cruel and heartless.'
'He's also a coward.'
'How do you know that?'
'He preys on women, that's how I know. He isn't going to be a problem to get rid of now that I know what his biggest flaw is.'
'He has at least a hundred flaws, but you still can't kill him. You'd spend the rest of your life in prison… or hang, God forbid.'
'I won't kill him. I've thought of something worse. I'm kind of looking forward to his day of reckoning too.'
'What are you going to do?'
'Wait and see.'
'Is it legal?'
He shrugged, then said, 'I wonder if Boyle has hired any other new men.'
'Do you mean like Spear?'
He nodded. 'Since Boyle was nice enough to let us know he has men watching the ranch, I'm going to ride up in the hills every night and listen in on their conversation for a little while.'
'Is that necessary?
'Yes, it's necessary,' he insisted. 'Parker's going to be eight weeks old soon and Dr. Simpson said he would be strong enough to move.'
'He also said ten weeks would be better.'
'Is Parker putting on any weight?'
'Of course he is.'
Douglas wasn't convinced. 'Every time I pick him up, I realize how fragile and tiny he is. He doesn't feel any heavier to me.'
'Do you forget how big you are? No wonder he doesn't feel heavier to you. He is getting stronger every day, but it's still too soon to take him out in the cold night air.'
'We might have to chance it,' he argued.
'I won't put him in jeopardy.'
'And staying here isn't doing just that?'
'I really don't want to talk about this now.'
'Too bad,' he snapped. 'We're going to talk about it. You have to listen to reason. My brothers will help protect you and Parker, and it's best if we leave while Boyle's away. I'll make sure he really left town before
She was vehemently shaking her head. 'Parker's too little to be taken out.'
'If the doctor thinks we should risk it, will you be reasonable then?'
She had to think about it for a long while before she finally agreed. 'As long as you don't change his mind for him. Don't try to talk him into it, Douglas.'
He agreed with a nod. 'Do you have any idea what you want to do when you leave here?'
She still hadn't made up her mind about the future. She could either move back to Chicago and teach at the orphanage or stay in Sweet Creek and secure a teaching position in town or in nearby Liddyville.
The future didn't frighten her. It was leaving the past behind that made her ache so. She was a realist and she knew she had to leave the ranch because of the dangerous spot where her late husband had insisted their home be built. Eventually the flood waters would wash the cabin away. Yes, she knew she had to leave, yet the idea of packing up and walking away made her feel like such a failure. The land and the home were the fulfillment of Parker's dream. He had died protecting it, and, God help her, where was she going to get the strength to leave his dream behind? Douglas wouldn't understand the anguish she felt, and she didn't want to explain it. 'I don't want to discuss it now.'
'You're going to have to face the future sooner or later.'
She got up from the table and hurried into the kitchen. 'I have time to decide, now that Boyle's leaving.'
'No, you don't have time, unless you've lost your mind and believe anything that bastard tells you.'
'Do you like cake? I thought I'd bake one and you could have some when you get back from town.'
'For the love of God, you've got to face facts, not bake.'
