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who would act if necessary. Travis McMurray. He'd know what to do. He knew the law.

After lighting her only candle, Rainey pulled out a sheet of the cheap paper she'd bought and began to tell Travis every detail she'd overheard. If he got the letter, and if he wrote her back, she'd follow his instructions. She just prayed his answer would come before the barmaids took action.

When she finished the letter, she blew out the candle and curled into bed. The night was too cold to leave the window open, but she didn't want to take the chance of missing something said in the alley.

As the hours passed, all she heard were a few drunken conversations about fate and two cowhands complaining that they lost all their money to a gambler with a gold tooth.

Rainey comforted herself with the fact that the women had talked about killing 'him,' so they were not planning to do in anyone in the boardinghouse. She fell asleep thinking of Travis and wishing she could dance with him again.

In her dream he held her against him and twirled around a dance floor made of polished oak. His hand felt warm against the small of her back, and he didn't step on her toes once.

Rainey had danced very little in her life, except when her father had made her take lessons with the rest of the girls in her class at school. It had been one of the few times she'd interacted with the rich young ladies. She'd had so much fun she'd almost believed she belonged.

Once she'd been old enough to go to the school parties, none of the young men asked her for a dance. They probably would have been laughed at if they'd asked the schoolmaster's homely daughter. She'd watched from the shadows, practicing the steps in her mind so she'd be ready.

Now she danced only in her dreams.

While she slept, her fingers searched for Travis's letter beneath her pillow. Somehow, holding the letter made her feel less alone.

A drunk stumbling down the alley woke her late in the night. Hungry, she slipped out of her bedroom and tiptoed down the back stairs. She knew Mrs. Vivian didn't want the boarders in the back of the house, but surely she wouldn't mind if Rainey had a small glass of milk and a slice of bread. After all, she'd brought pies several times over the weeks.

Even before she reached the last step, Rainey noticed a warm glow of light coming from the kitchen. She stepped as soundlessly as she could onto the floor, but found Widow Davis and the slave called Mamie staring at her. They were sitting at a small table in the corner, both leaning into their mugs of coffee. A deck of cards cluttered the space between them.

'Evening,' the widow whispered. 'We didn't expect company, but you're welcome to a cup of coffee.'

Dottie Davis straightened, her eyes showing a bit of challenge in them. Everyone knew the law. Folks were not allowed to socialize with slaves. Several people had already been kicked out of Austin for preaching freedom to slaves or for teaching them to read.

Rainey smiled and nodded slightly, hoping Dottie understood that she found nothing wrong with the scene she'd walked in on.

Mamie stood, nervous. 'The little miss only drinks tea. I'll get you some, child.'

Rainey guessed the slave couldn't be much older than she, but maybe she thought she'd lived longer. 'I'd love tea,' she whispered. 'And a bit of bread.' Rainey pulled up a stool, making it plain she had no intention of taking Mamie's chair.

Smiling, Mamie silently accepted the kindness. 'With honey spread on it?'

'Yes, please. But I can get it myself.'

Mamie shooed her to the table. 'I'll get it. You sit.'

'Supper didn't agree with you?' Widow Davis asked as she gathered the cards from the table.

Rainey didn't want to complain. The meals for the most part were plain, but good. She couldn't bring herself to say something in front of the cook. 'I guess I wasn't hungry.'

Mamie set a thick slice of bread and tea before her. 'Until now.'

Rainey smiled her thank-you. 'Until now.'

The widow laughed. 'Mamie and I were just talking about where Mrs. Vivian found that meat tonight. She claimed it was cow, but I swear it was deer.'

Mamie nodded. 'When she brought it in, I thought I was looking at leather, not dinner.'

Rainey took a bit of the bread. 'This is wonderful bread.'

'I was teaching Mamie to play poker, but she doesn't take to the game. You wouldn't want to learn, would you?' She passed Rainey the honey.

'Thank you, Mrs. Davis,' Rainey answered. 'And I'd love to learn.'

'Call me Dottie,' the widow said. 'I've lived here longer than any of the boarders, almost a year. Mamie and I have become friends over my late-night snacks. You don't have to worry about her telling, or Mrs. Vivian coming in. After she locks the doors she locks herself in her room and doesn't come out till morning. I think inside her room she can forget that her big house has renters.'

'What happened to her husband?' Rainey asked as she sipped her tea.

'I heard once that he left in 'forty-nine. Went out looking for gold. Though Mrs. Vivian claims he's just on a trip to Galveston. Everyone in Austin who knew him said he had quite a temper and was always looking to make fast money.'

The slave nodded. 'She acts like he's coming back any day. Ever month she makes me wash and press his clothes 'cause she says he likes them fresh. I swear, they'll all be nothing but rags from the washing if he don't show up soon.'

Dottie shook her head. 'He's not any more likely to come back than the French girl, if you ask me. She got dead and he got gone.'

Mamie agreed.

'Only good thing he ever did was leave Vivian with this house. If he comes back, he'll take it from her,' Dottie mumbled. 'She better pray he stays gone.'

Mamie shrugged. 'She won't let me in her bedroom. Hands me the sheets at the door she does. But I've looked in a few times and seen his things setting around like he just left. She moved all her good furniture in there after he left so none of the boarders would wear it out before he gets back.' She picked up her coffee cup and moved away. 'She'll be the only one not surprised when he comes back.'

'I'm sorry to be intruding,' Rainey whispered to Dottie.

Dottie smiled. 'We're glad of the company. You see, Mamie has to do laundry till late, and I've spent too many nights staying up into the wee hours to go to bed with the chickens. Mamie was just taking a break.'

Rainey relaxed. Around the widow she never had to talk much. Dottie had a way of making one of her stories flow into the next. It was almost dawn when she finally climbed back to the third floor. Over several card games she'd made two friends.

She slept through breakfast the next morning and didn't mind a bit. She'd enjoyed her midnight company.

Because she didn't have to bake, she decided to finish Travis's letter. But the tiny room seemed to close in around her. She dressed and walked a block down to one of the cafes where she sold her pies.

The owner gave her a table in the corner, and Rainey wrote her letter, talking to Travis as if he were sitting across the table from her, listening. When she finished, she walked home feeling as if she'd spent the day with him.

At the end of her letter about the barmaids' planned crime, she added:

I enjoyed being with you today. You are as real in my thoughts as those around me. Sometimes I can almost feel your words on my cheek as you stand close to me and whisper as you did at the dance. I wish you had kissed the palm of my hand so I could close my fingers and save it always.

Then she signed the letter as she had before with an R. She knew she was being very bold, but what did it matter? She'd never see her Ranger again.

CHAPTER 16