âLet alone husband for a lady like Miss Harris.â
Ruth nodded. âThey say his first wife died just to get away from him. Besides, I want to invite any likely suitors out to the ranch for dinner to meet Jane. I doubt Mr. Briggs would want to darken our doorstep any more than Iâd want him in my house.â
âOn account of his pa being killed by the Pawnee?â Caleb lit his pipe and took a deep puff. âGood enough, then. Scratch Lionel off the list of husband candidates.â
âThereâs the butcher, Mr. Lundburg,â suggested Ruth.
John shook his head. âHe drinks.â
âLou Lambert.â Caleb threw down the name like a challenge. âHard worker. Churchgoer. Got a good spread.â
âAnd seven kids.â John stalked over to the stove and poured himself more tea. âJane wouldnât last a month.â
Several more possible suitors were proposed. John found some damning objection to every one.
Caleb shook his head. âWeâre never going to get this gal married off if youâre going to be so particular.â He poked the stem of his pipe at John for emphasis. âIt isnât like sheâs got a big dowry or comes from a fine family or is any raving beauty.â
John didnât care for the knowing, slightly mocking glint in Calebâs eyes that reminded him of the warning, âBe careful of this little maverick filly.â
Did Caleb think John was objecting to these other men because he wanted Jane Harris for himself? Why, if Ruth had put his name forward, heâd be the first to name a dozen reasons why heâd be wrong for Jane and she for him.
âWinslow Gray.â Ruth spoke the young doctorâs name in the same tone John had heard poker players announce a royal flush. She pinned her brother with a stare that dared him to find fault with her latest choice.
âHe seems like a good enough fellow.â John wondered why he begrudged Dr. Gray this meager praise. âHe hasnât been in Whitehorn long, though, and nobody knows much about him.â
Caleb chuckled. âIâd say that makes him a perfect match for our Miss Harris. And if it turns out she isnât anxious to stay in Montana, heâs got no ties to keep him here.â
âThatâs settled then.â Ruth folded up her beadwork and laid it in her work basket of woven reeds. âWhen you go into town tomorrow, Caleb, drop by Dr. Grayâs dispensary and invite him out to dinner on Saturday night.â
âYes, maâam.â Caleb lavished a fond smile on his wife, and suddenly John felt like an outsider.
Would he ever experience that kind of bond with a woman? Where words were no longer necessary and a shared look could set them apart from the rest ofhumanityâin their own tiny kingdom with a population of two?
John realized his sister was speaking to him. What was she saying?
âIâll expect you to praise Jane up to Dr. Gray when he comes to dinner.â
âYou praise her. Iâll be out at Sweetgrass.â
âGo ahead, just be back in time for supper.â
He headed off to bed, muttering about bossy little sisters and trying to convince himself that Winslow Gray would make the perfect husband for Jane.
Â
âWeâre having company for supper tonight.â Ruth handed Jane a dinner plate to dry. âWhy donât you fish a pretty dress from Marieâs trunk and Iâll warm a couple of irons on the fire to press the wrinkles out of it?â
âCompany?â said Jane in the same tone she might have said âSnakes?â
It had taken a while, but sheâd finally grown accustomed to Ruth Kincaidâs family. Even her sometimes gruff husband and her often pensive brother. Jane no longer jumped or gasped when either of the men made a sudden move toward her. Her heart hardly sped up at all when one of them raised his voice. Now, the thought of a strange man at
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations