stays over.'
'We're not heading into Apache territory tonight, are we?' Daniel asked.
'No,' Drum answered. 'We're getting rooms at the hotel, having a long bath, and then coming back to take Miss Pierce out to dinner if she'll consider letting us both escort her.'
Bonnie blushed. 'I'd be honored. I haven't been out to eat. It wouldn't be proper for me to go alone, and Sage has been too busy.'
They left her still blushing on the porch and circled back to the hotel.
'I think this may be the first time Miss Bonnie has been asked out,' Daniel said as they walked up the steps. 'She's plain, but I think she might have gotten married if she hadn't been so tall. Aren't many men who want to look up to a wife.”
'Probably so,' Drum agreed. 'She's past the marrying age now.'
He walked to the desk, noticing the hotel owner who'd run him off a few times four years ago.
'Welcome, Rangers,' the owner said with a smile. 'We're always glad to see you.” He turned the book around. 'If you'll sign in, ill have baths sent up to your rooms immediately.”
Roak smiled. The owner didn't recognize him. Daniel ordered a bottle, then they parted with a nod to their rooms.
Two hours later, both Rangers ordered two meals at the cafe. Bonnie sat between them, as proper as ever. The old maid might be ten or more years older than them, but she was still flattered to be asked to dinner.
'You young men sure do clean up nice,' she said. 'Sage will hardly recognize you when she gets back”
'I'm riding on up to the camp tomorrow,' Drum said. 'I thought Daniel might stay here for a few days. If you need him, he'll be close.”
'You think the boys may still be in danger?' she asked.
He shook his head. 'I don't see how the raiders who killed their parents could find the boys here, but it pays to be safe.' He didn't dare tell her Daniel's theory of the raiders and the outlaw being links of the same gang. 'I think Sage may still be in danger. The man she treated at the outlaw camp seems to want another house call made. I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen.”
Bonnie's hand shook. 'There's so much trouble in this country.” Tears bubbled in her eyes. 'I swear I'm frightened most all the time.”
Her show of emotion surprised Drum, but he had to admit for a woman who'd said she'd never gone more than a few miles from her home before she left Boston, this must be a terrifying place.
Daniel tried next. 'Don't you worry, Miss Pierce, you're far enough from the saloons that even when there is gunfire, it'll never reach you.'
Both men frowned when tears continued to roll down her cheeks.
'I don't think you're helping.” Drum said.
Bonnie excused herself and almost ran from the room. Daniel pointed at Roak. 'Well, at least I was trying. Which is more than you were doing. What do you suggest next?' 'Pie,' Drum said and waved down the waitress.
When Bonnie returned, she smiled at three pieces of pie sitting in front of her. It seemed to work; her mood did improve as she nibbled on a slice.
She filled them in on everything that happened on the trail up from Galveston. She also talked about Will and Andy. It was obvious she'd grown to love them both. During the weekdays, they'd stay with her at the clinic so they could go to school. On Friday, one of the McMurrays would take them to the ranch for the weekend, where they would run free.
'They invite me to go along,' Bonnie said, 'but I like my time alone here in town. There's too much going on at the ranch. I have my knitting and my books to keep me company, and of course when the clinic opens, we may have patients from time to time who are in recovery.'
When she talked about the details of the clinic, both men listened politely as they ate.
Drum walked her back to the clinic while Daniel excused himself, claiming that a poker game was calling him. Drum strolled through the streets alone after he said good night to her on the porch. He took in the feel of the town and decided he liked it. Anderson's Glen seemed a safe place and, in a strange way, it felt almost like home. He knew people here, even if some of them didn't remember him.
Something else had changed. Men tipped their hats to him and women smiled. They'd say things like, 'Evening, Ranger' and 'Nice night.” It seemed the badge he wore didn't just frighten outlaws, it was a welcome sight to those on the right side of the law.
He closed the door to his room and stripped his clothes off without turning up the lamp. Then he lay on the bed and relaxed. There was nothing he could do until dawn, when he planned to saddle up and go to the Apache camp to see Sage. After warning her, he thought he'd ride back with her to town. Maybe somewhere along the way he'd have enough time alone with her to remind her that she was still alive.
As he passed into dreams, he rolled to his side and reached for her as he had every night since they'd been together.
CHAPTER 32
SAGE TURNED HER HORSE TOWARD THE WATER AND splashed across the stream, not caring that it was midnight and her actions would wake up half the camp. Her grandfather had been his usual impossible self, refusing to take any medicine that wasn't made the Apache way. He had a bad chest infection that could easily move into pneumonia. To make matters worse, he'd decided to sleep out beneath the stars, since it was the first clear night in a week.
When she'd objected, he'd ignored her plea and told her that a man on a black horse waited for her on the other side of the stream. She knew it had to be Drummond. Her grandfather wouldn't have let anyone else near the camp.
Sage decided she might as well go see what Roak wanted, because between worrying about her grandfather and worry over what bad news Drummond brought, she'd get no sleep.
When she reached his campsite, he stood and offered to help her down. She ignored his hands and jumped to the ground. 'Why didn't you just ride into the winter camp? Grandfather knows you're a friend of the family. I told him all about how you saved me”
Drum smiled. Your grandfather may have welcomed me, but a few of the braves still remember years ago when I used to pilfer their game. I figured he'd tell you I was here. The old man keeps up with everything that happens around him.”
She moved to the campfire for warmth, and he offered her coffee. They sat across from one another. He told her all that Luther had given the Rangers about Count Hanover's condition, and she told him about her grandfather's health. They talked easily, sometimes finishing each other's thoughts. The days of traveling together had changed them, she thought. They'd become friends. True friends.
'So,' she said when her coffee was finished. 'What's the plan? You just going to hang around to see if anyone comes for me?'
'Something like that.”
She shook her head. 'I got a better one. I can take care of myself. Go back to the Rangers. Hanover will never find me here and, if he does, I'll be ready for him”
'I-'
She didn't let him finish. 'I'm not your worry, Drummond. I never have been. We're friends. That's all. If I ever need you, I'll send word, just like if you need me, you let me know.' She stood and moved to her horse. She had her life planned out here, and she didn't need a bodyguard following her around.
'I need you,' he said so low he wasn't sure she heard him. 'God, how I need you, Sage.”
She froze. How could she tell him? That night in the stairwell had been a mistake. She'd just been pretending, living out a fantasy with the ghosts in her life. It hadn't been him she was kissing. She thought he'd understood that.
He moved behind her. She didn't have to turn around. She could feel the warmth of his body. His nearness had
