A herd of footsteps pounded up the steps. Sage wasn't surprised when Drum opened the door and entered without knocking.
“Morning.' He smiled as he lowered saddlebags by the door.
Sage's smile was for the boys. 'I understand we're leaving tomorrow at first light.' She faced the oldest, Will. 'Is that all right with you?'
Andy played with the dog but, at seven, Will was old enough to be consulted. 'Do you need to go back to the farm to get anything?'
Will shook his head. 'We got the Bible. That's all we need. Mr. Roak explained to us about our mother dying. He said she was real sorry to leave us, but she's with our father now, so Andy and I will have to take care of each other.'
Andy looked up from petting the dog. 'Mr. Roak said he knows a place where we'll be safe from those bad men. We voted at breakfast and decided we would go with him.'
Sage faced Roak. 'You seemed to have set all the plans.”
'Not quite,' he answered. 'I figured we could head toward Whispering Mountain as soon as possible. If we get out before dawn tomorrow, no one will see the boys leave with you. On the road we can talk about where they can stay. I thought Mrs. Dickerson, in town, might take them in for a while if Teagen's not at the ranch. Since she was widowed again last year, she could probably use the help, and there seems no better home than with a schoolteacher.”
Sage realized she had something in common with the old schoolteacher. Mrs. Dickerson was a wise choice. She loved children, and she lived close enough to Sage's brother Teagen to run to him for help if trouble came.
'First light tomorrow.' she agreed as she pulled shipping receipts from her bag and handed them to Roak. 'If you'll see that my equipment is loaded, I'll buy supplies for the trip and make sure the boys have what they need.”
He raised an eyebrow. 'How much equipment?'
'A wagonload. Teagen probably left a wagon and two teams of horses at the livery. I told him I'd like a buggy if possible for Bonnie and the luggage. She's never traveled by wagon across open country.'
Roak frowned. 'Sounds like a caravan. I’ll hire a few drivers.'
'I can drive our wagon.' Will straightened, obviously not missing a word.
Roak nodded. 'Good. We can load most of the supplies for the trip on your wagon.” He smiled at the boy. 'You'll be a big help on this trip. I can use another man along the trail.”
Sage started to the bedroom to dress, but Roak's words stopped her. 'I'll meet you back here at sundown. Be ready.'
She whirled. 'Maybe we should get something straight, Drummond. You are not in charge of me or responsible for any of my belongings. I agree we should work together to leave as soon as possible and travel together for safety, but no one elected you the trail boss.'
He nodded once. 'Fair enough.” All the anger left his tone when he added in a low voice, 'I'm surprised even one man got his rope around you, Sage.'
She resented the comment. 'Once and never again.'
CHAPTER 9
SAGE AND BONNIE WALKED WITH THE BOYS TO THEIR mother's grave for a prayer. They knew of no minister, but Bonnie had managed to find a few wildflowers for the boys to carry. The young Ranger, Daniel Torry, met them at the opening to the cemetery. He tied his horse at the gate and pulled a Bible out of his saddlebag.
'I know the words to read” Daniel whispered when they started across to the newly dug grave. 'When I was half grown, I thought my calling would be to preach. I'm as much of a preacher as any of the others you'll find around here”
'That would be nice.' Sage said, thinking that she'd heard them enough lately to know them by heart. The boys walked ahead with Bonnie toward the open grave. Daniel and Sage followed.
She thought of asking if Drummond was coming, but she knew the answer.
Daniel seemed to read her mind. 'Roak can't make it. He's tied up at the docks. He-'
Sage saved Daniel from further lying. 'He doesn't do funerals”
Daniel nodded. 'That's about it. A lot of the men are that way. I guess they feel close enough to the grave in everyday living. They don't want to stand over one.'
'And you?' she asked.
Daniel grinned. 'I'm the son of a preacher, miss. A funeral or wedding didn't much matter to us kids. It meant we'd eat good that night” He straightened and stepped into place, looking every bit the preacher, except for the gun strapped to his hip.
Seven-year-old Will stood like a little soldier at the foot of his mother's grave, not allowing one tear to fall. Andy, at four, didn't understand. He asked when she would be coming back from heaven. When Sage explained that she was never coming back, he cried until Bonnie told him that their father went with her so she wouldn't be alone, and they left Will and him here so they'd both have company too. Andy stopped crying then, as if her words had made sense to him.
Sage gave the boys all the time they needed at the grave, but when they left, she knew they'd all have to hurry through the rest of the day doing everything on their list. Daniel left them at the gate. He swung up on his horse, tipped his hat to the ladies, and shoved the Bible back in his saddlebag next to a half-empty bottle of whiskey. 'I'll be at the Ranger station if you need me, miss.'
Sage glanced back to make sure the boys couldn't hear, then asked, 'Doesn't what you do now, killing outlaws, conflict with the preaching? Shouldn't God be the judge?'
Daniel smiled. 'Way I look at it. I'm just seeing that they can plead their case face-to-face” He winked at her.
Sage smiled. The others joined them.
She directed the boys toward the shops and noticed only Will looked back at the cemetery. He was old enough to remember all that had happened for the rest of his life. For Andy, she hoped it would only be something he was told about.
Hours later, loaded down with supplies and clothing for the journey, they returned to the hotel room to find Captain Harmon waiting for them.
Sage liked the man. Her brother Travis knew him well and trusted him. She smiled at him, thinking of years ago when she'd fallen for a young man with a badge. They'd both been young enough to promise forever, but he'd died before her eighteenth birthday. Now she couldn't help but wonder: if Michael Saddler had lived, would he look as weathered as the captain by now?
'Sage,' Harmon said slowly, as if it were an endearment. 'How are you, honey? I'm powerful sorry about you losing your husband”
She set her bags down and hugged him lightly. 'I'm fine, Captain, and you don't look a day's worth of different than when I last saw you”
He grinned. 'I see you learned to lie up there in the big city.'
'I learned lots up there,' she said with a laugh, 'but it's good to be back.'
Sage introduced the captain to Bonnie and the boys. Will and Andy paid their respects then vanished to go wash up.
The nurse seemed nervous as she always did around men who weren't wounded or ill. She excused herself, saying she had to go down and order food for the boys before they started gnawing on the furniture.
Sage waited until the nurse's footsteps died away. She knew the captain wasn't here on a social call. She didn't have to wait long.
Harmon glanced at the washroom door and said in a low voice, 'I need to talk to Will and Andy alone before you take them to safety. They might know something that could help us catch whoever ordered their parents killed. Do you think I could have some time now?'
