Chapter 21

’Why am I even upset?’ Annie mentally asked herself as she made her way up the stairs.

She had wanted and agreed to a marriage of convenience. So she shouldn’t be hurt that Henry had pulled away from the charged intimacy in the kitchen. Annie paused at the top of the stairs, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She knew she needed to sort through her feelings before facing Henry again. The kitchen incident had once again stirred something within her, something she hadn’t anticipated when she agreed to this arrangement.

As she entered her room, she couldn’t help but replay the moment in her mind. The way Henry had looked at her, the brief touch of his hand on hers—it had felt real, not just a part of their agreement. She sat on the edge of her bed, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion.

“Why does it matter?” she whispered to herself. “This is what I wanted, isn’t it?”

But deep down, Annie knew that her heart was beginning to betray her carefully laid plans. She was starting to care for Henry in ways she hadn’t expected, and that scared her. She had built walls around her heart to protect herself, but Henry was slowly breaking them down.

The next morning dawned with a soft, golden light filtering through the curtains. Annie woke early, her mind still tangled with the emotions from the previous night. She dressed quickly, hoping to find some clarity in the routine of the day.

Downstairs, the house was quiet. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, a comforting scent that momentarily eased her troubled thoughts. She expected to find Henry already in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in hand, maybe staring out the window. But it was empty, the scent was the only thing to indicate he had been there at all.

Her heart sank.

Most mornings they had breakfast together with the; children, today she had a sinking feeling he wouldn’t be there. Annie stood in the doorway, the emptiness of the kitchen amplifying her sense of unease. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the disappointment. The children would be up soon, and she needed to be strong for them.

She busied herself with preparing breakfast, the familiar routine offering some solace. She took some leftover pork bits and combined them with some buckwheat flour, sage, savory, salt, and pepper. She kneaded it for some minutes before shaping it into bread. Leaving it to set for a minute, she prepared her pan and then went back to cut the scrapple loaf.

When the oil had heated up, she fried it, and an egg for each of them, including Henry. As she set the table, she couldn’t help but glance at the door, hoping he would walk through it any moment. But the minutes ticked by, and there was no sign of him.

Going back upstairs, she went into the twins’ room and found they were already awake. “Morning Miss Anna,” Sarah smiled at her as she sat up on her bed.

She smiled back. “Morning Sarah, did you sleep well?”

“I did. Did you sleep well too?”

Sarah’s cheerful demeanor gratified Annie. It was a small comfort amidst her worries. “I did, thank you,” she replied, though her mind was still preoccupied with Henry’s absence.

“Come on, let’s get you and your brother ready for breakfast,” she said, helping Sarah out of bed and moving to wake up her twin brother, Samuel.

Annie tried to focus on the children’s needs as she helped them get dressed, all the while keeping an ear out for any sign of Henry. But the house remained quiet.

As they went down the stairs, Annie listened with a smile as they talked excitedly about yesterday’s picnic. She was grateful for their innocent enthusiasm, at the distraction it provided. When they got to the kitchen, the twins’ excitement was infectious. Annie set about serving breakfast, grateful for the amusement their chatter provided. She placed the plates on the table.

“Mama, can we have a picnic again today?” Sarah asked, her eyes sparkling with hope.

For a moment, Annie froze in her step, tears gathering in her eyes. Mama, Sarah had called her mama! The word echoed in her mind, filling her with a mix of overwhelming emotions. She had been trying so hard to be a good stepmother, to fill the void left by their mother, and hearing Sarah call her “mama” felt like a validation of all her efforts.

Annie smiled easily, though her heart wanted to burst out of her chest. “We’ll see, darling. Let’s enjoy our breakfast first.”

Should she hug the little girl? Ask her why she was now calling her Mama? Or would it be better to just act as if it was natural? After all, she was just a five-year-old child. Oh, how she wished Henry was here to help her navigate the situation.

“My friend Laura got a new mama and she’s mean to her,” Sarah continued as she sat down at her place. “But you’re not mean at all. You’re nice.”

Annie kneeled and hugged Sarah tightly, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. “Thank you, sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “That means so much to me.”

Sarah hugged her back, not fully understanding the depth of Annie’s feelings but sensing the moment’s importance. “I love you, Mama,” she said softly.

“I love you too, Sarah,” Annie replied, her tears now flowing freely. She looked over at Samuel, who was watching them with a smile. “And I love you too, Samuel.”

Samuel ran over and joined the hug, and for a moment, all of Annie’s worries melted away. In that embrace, she found the strength she needed to face whatever challenges lay ahead. She knew that no matter what happened with Henry, she had found a family in these children, and that was something worth fighting for.

It was so easy for children to love. Even though it had been a little more than a week since she had been here. They already loved her and she couldn’t help loving them in turn. Children were easy to love.

“Where’s Papa?” Samuel asked, looking around the room.

Annie’s heart skipped a beat, pain lashed at it and she ruthlessly squashed it. It didn’t make sense. “He’s probably busy with something important,” she soothed, trying to sound reassuring. “He’ll join us later.”

As the children ate, Annie’s thoughts kept drifting back to Henry. She glanced at the empty chair where he usually sat, her worry deepening. She tried to focus on the present, on the laughter and joy of the children, but the uncertainty gnawed at her.

After breakfast, she decided to keep the children busy with some activities in the garden. She hoped that keeping them occupied would help distract her from her concerns. As they played, she kept an eye on the house, hoping to see Henry return.

The morning passed slowly, each minute stretching into an eternity. Annie tried to stay positive for the children’s sake, but the uncertainty gnawed at her. She knew she needed to talk to Henry, to understand what had caused him to pull away. For now, she would focus on the present, on the laughter of her children, and hope that when Henry returned, they could find a way to navigate this unexpected turn in their relationship.

Where could he be? Why had he left so abruptly? The questions gnawed at her, but she knew she had to be patient. Whatever was going on, they would have to face it together. For now, she would take it one step at a time, hoping that when Henry returned, they could find a way to bridge the growing distance between them.

But then, wouldn’t that be for the best? They could go back to the type of marriage they had both agreed to. One that wasn’t mired with the mess of their emotions. Only, her heart ached at the thought. What was wrong with her?

“Mama?” Sarah called for her attention.

“Hmm?” she answered in a distracted manner.

“Can we have strawberry pie on our next picnic?”

Annie snapped out of her thoughts and smiled warmly at Sarah. “Strawberry pie, huh? That sounds like a wonderful idea,” she said, her heart lifting at the simple request. “We’ll definitely make one for our next picnic.”

Sarah’s face lit up with excitement. “Yay! Thank you, Mama!”

Annie’s smile widened, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment. Despite the uncertainties with Henry, moments like these with the children reminded her of the joy and love in her life. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Now, I think it’s time to get back to the house for a bite before your nap.”

“Aww, do we have to take a nap?” Samuel whined. “I’m not tired at all.” that statement was belied by the yawn that overtook him a moment later.

Annie smiled at that, bending at the waist until she was close to eye level with him. “How about we eat first and see how you’ll be feeling afterward?” she asked.

He yawned again, his eyes watering a bit as he tried to suppress the tiredness. “Okay,” he agreed.

Annie chuckled softly at Samuel’s attempt to hide his tiredness. “All right then, let’s head back and get some food in our bellies,” she said, taking his hand and leading the way.

As they walked back to the house, Sarah skipped ahead, humming a cheerful tune. The sight of the children, happy and carefree, filled Annie with a sense of peace. Despite the uncertainties with Henry, this moment reminded her of the simple joys in life. It’s little triumphs.

Once inside, Annie quickly prepared a light lunch. She set the table and called the children over. “Come on, let’s eat,” she said, placing a plate in front of each of them.

They ate together, the conversation light and filled with laughter. Samuel’s eyelids grew heavier with each bite, and by the time they finished, he was barely keeping his eyes open.

“How are you feeling now, Samuel?” Annie asked gently.

He yawned again, rubbing his eyes. “Maybe a little tired,” he admitted.

Annie smiled and ruffled his hair. “Let’s get you both settled for your nap, then.”

She led them upstairs, tucking them into their beds. As she kissed them lightly, she felt a wave of gratitude for the precious moment. “Sweet dreams, my loves,” she whispered, closing the door softly behind her.

With the children resting, Annie took a moment to herself, hoping that Henry would return soon and they could find a way to navigate the complexities of their relationship. For now, she would cherish the peace and quiet, and the love she now shared with the children.

Still, she felt restless. The children would be sleeping for the next hour or so and they wouldn’t be there to distract her. She would be left to her thoughts, to the insecurities she thought she had left behind. To the confusion that had no end.

Annie decided to bake a cake for Mrs. Jenkins as a distraction. The familiar rhythm of baking always had a calming effect on her, and it would give her something productive to focus on.

She gathered the ingredients, measuring out flour, sugar, and butter with practiced ease. As she mixed the batter, the repetitive motions helped to quiet her mind. The scent of the chocolate and the motion of her hand were comforting, grounding her in the present moment.

As the cake baked in the oven, Annie cleaned up the kitchen, her thoughts once more drifting back to Henry. She wondered where he was and what he was thinking. Did he regret what had almost happened between them, or the kiss they had shared days earlier?

Would they ever come to a satisfactory understanding? And what exactly did she want from this marriage? She could still recall the heartache she had suffered with Andrew’s betrayal. Could she risk her heart again?

Maybe it would be best if she guarded her heart, and accepted his reluctance to be more than they had agreed. After all, only a fool would court danger twice in a lifetime.

Chapter 22

His eyes narrowed on the woman who had just opened the door to him. “You look like you have been dragged backward through a straw patch,” he told her bluntly.

A moue twisted her face, her eyes glaring at him. She turned to tiredly go back into the dark that was her house, leaving the door open for him. “Your candor and charm are as always, astute,” she told him drily.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The dim light of the house did little to hide the weariness etched on her face. “I didn’t come here to exchange pleasantries,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “I came to see how you’re holding up.”

She sighed, sinking into a cluttered armchair. “As you can see, not very well,” she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. “It’s been a rough few days.”

Henry could see that. The few times he had visited the Jenkinses, their cottage had been neat and scrupulously clean. Now, it looked a shadow of its former self, with clutter and signs of neglect everywhere.

He took a deep breath, trying to offer some comfort. “I can see it’s been tough,” he said gently. “But you’re not alone in this. Let’s start by tidying up a bit. It might help clear your mind.”

She looked at him, a mix of gratitude and exhaustion in her eyes. “Thank you, Henry. I appreciate it.” She rarely called him by his name and that showed him just how exhausted she was – more than the dark circles around her eyes and the untidy hair did.

Together, they began to straighten up the cottage. As they worked, the atmosphere lightened a bit. The simple act of cleaning brought a sense of order and control back into the space.

After a while, they took a break, sitting down with cups of tea that Henry had made. “How’s Jenkins feeling today?” Henry asked, genuinely concerned.

Henry had always considered the Jenkinses as more than just employees; they were family. Mr. Jenkins had been with the ranch since Henry was a young boy, and Mrs. Jenkins had joined shortly after they married. Together, they had seen the ranch through its highs and lows, always standing by Henry’s side.Henry remembered the countless evenings spent around their dinner table, sharing stories and laughter. Mr. Jenkins had taught him everything he knew about ranching, from mending fences to caring for the livestock. He had been a mentor and a father figure, guiding Henry with wisdom and patience.Mrs. Jenkins, on the other hand, had been a constant source of warmth and comfort. She had a way of making the house feel like a home, with her delicious cooking and gentle presence. She had been there for every milestone, every celebration, and every heartache. When Henry’s parents passed away, it was Mrs. Jenkins who had held him as he cried, offering solace and strength.The Jenkinses had also been there for Henry’s children, treating them like their own grandchildren. They had watched them grow, offering guidance and love. The children adored them, and the bond they shared was evident in the way they ran to Mrs. Jenkins for a hug or sought Mr. Jenkins’ advice on a project.Henry knew that without the Jenkinses, the ranch wouldn’t be what it was today. They were the heart and soul of the place, and their loyalty and dedication had been unwavering. He felt a deep sense of gratitude and love for them, knowing that they were more than just employees; they were family.She sighed, her expression softening. “He’s still struggling.”

He leaned closer, his expression softening with empathy. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for sincerity. “Just you being here helps,” she said quietly. “It’s been lonely, dealing with everything on my own.”

He nodded his understanding, settling in his seat. “Then I’ll stay as long as you need,” he promised. “We’ll get through this together.”

She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. “Some days are better than others,” she confessed. “But it’s been hard on both of us.”

He leaned forward, his expression earnest. “I’m sorry to hear that. If there’s anything specific you need, please let me know. I’m here to help in any way I can.”

She gave him a small, grateful smile. “Thank you. Just having someone to talk to makes a big difference,” she reiterated then she straightened in her seat then gave him a forced smile. “Now, enough about me. How are you and Miss Anna getting along?”

Henry tensed, then looked down to where his large hands wrapped around his cup. “She prefers Annie actually,” he told her in a dry tone.

“Ah yes, of course. But you haven’t told me how things are going between you.”

Henry paused for a heartbeat before saying what he had been thinking since last night. “I don’t think things are working out between us.”

It was Martha’s turn to freeze. “What? But I heard you all went to the church picnic and got along rather well.”

Henry’s mouth quirked into a rueful twist; there was no reason to wonder how she knew about that. The gossip in Bristlecone spread like wildfire, and it seemed nothing stayed a secret for long. Not that he wanted it to be a secret but still, Martha was essentially confined to her house.He sighed, shaking his head slightly. “I suppose that was the talk on everyone’s lips,” he muttered, more to himself than to Martha.She gave him a sympathetic look. “Small towns have a way of making sure everyone knows everyone else’s business,” she said gently. “But that doesn’t explain why you think things are not working out between you two. Isn’t it too soon to conclude that?”

What could he say? That he was afraid she was starting to mean too much to him? That would make him seem like a coward. It wasn’t cowardly to protect himself. He should have married a less attractive wife, he realized.

“I see,” Martha said in a knowing voice that had Henry feeling uncomfortable, as if he had just been found exposed. “I dare say she will not face any hardship when she returns home,” she continued. “As no one in her hometown knows she left to get married so she will not be embarrassed. Of course…”

“Okay,” Henry interrupted, a sour expression on his face. “You have made your point.”

His housekeeper gave him an innocent look as she sipped her tea in an effort to hide the pleased smile. Henry felt a mix of frustration and resignation as he watched Martha sip her tea. She had a way of cutting through his defenses, exposing truths he wasn’t ready to face. He knew she was right, but admitting it was another matter entirely.

“You’re too perceptive for your own good, Martha,” he muttered, trying to mask his discomfort with a wry smile.

Martha raised an eyebrow, her expression softening even more. “It’s my job to look out for you, Henry. And sometimes that means telling you things you don’t want to hear.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know. It’s just… complicated.”

“Relationships often are,” Martha replied gently. “But running away from it won’t make it any less so.”

“It’s not supposed to be a relationship,” he corrected, his frustration showing.

Martha sighed, the kind that sought patience in the face of a rather dull pupil. “Henry, anytime you interact with someone or even an animal, you form a relationship.”

Henry frowned, feeling the weight of Martha’s words. “But it’s not supposed to be like this,” he insisted, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “It was supposed to be simple, straightforward.”

Martha gave him a sympathetic look. “Life rarely follows our plans, Henry. And people, even more so. You can’t control how you feel, or how she feels.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I just don’t want to risk what I felt when Margaret died.” What I still feel, he added to himself.

“And you think avoiding your feelings will protect you?” Martha asked gently. “Sometimes, the things we fear the most are the things we need to face head-on.”

Henry knew she was right, but it didn’t make it any easier. “I just… I don’t know what to do.”

“Start by being honest with yourself,” Martha advised. “And then, be honest with her. You might be surprised at what you discover.” Henry nodded. That was the last thing he wanted to do, intended to do.

He might not be able to send Annie back, but that didn’t mean he was ready to change their arrangement. “Thanks, Martha. I’ll try,” he brushed it off. Trying didn’t mean doing.

She smiled warmly. “That’s all anyone can ask for, Henry. Now, go and talk to her. You’ll never know what could be if you don’t take that first step.”

With a deep breath, Henry stood up, happy to leave the uncomfortable conversation and his astute housekeeper. “I’ll just pop in to see Jenkins if you don’t mind?”

Martha’s expression became shuttered, the tired look returning to her face. “Of course,” she said quietly, her voice lacking its usual warmth. “He’s in the back room.”

Henry nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for causing her more distress. “Thank you, Martha,” he said softly before making his way to the back room.

As he entered, he found Mr. Jenkins lying in bed, looking frail but alert. The older man managed a weak smile when he saw Henry. “Henry, good to see you,” he greeted, his voice raspy.

“Good to see you too, Jenkins,” Henry replied, pulling up a chair beside the bed. “How are you feeling today?”

Jenkins sighed, his eyes reflecting a mix of weariness and determination. “I’ve had better days, but I’m hanging in there.”

Henry nodded, appreciating the man’s resilience. “Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked, the same as he had Martha.

Jenkins shook his head slightly. “Just having you here is enough. It means a lot to Martha and me.”

Henry felt a surge of emotion, realizing the impact of his presence. It was the same thing Martha had said and it didn’t lessen anything in the repetition. “I’m here for both of you,” he told him too, sincerely. “Whatever you need, just let me know.”

They sat in companionable silence for a while, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. Henry knew that his visit, though brief, had brought some comfort to the Jenkinses. As he stood to leave, he gave Jenkins a reassuring smile. “I’ll check in on you again soon.”

Jenkins nodded, his gratitude evident. “Thank you, Henry. Take care.”

As Henry left the room, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. He knew he had to face his own challenges with the same determination he admired in Jenkins. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but he also knew that running away was no longer an option. He just had to come up with something else.

*

Tom was waiting for him when he got back to the barn. Henry hadn’t seen his friend in several days, and a genuine smile spread across his face at the sight of him.

“Tom! It’s good to see you,” Henry called out, walking over to clasp his friend’s hand.

“Good to see you too, Henry,” Tom replied, his grip firm and reassuring. “How have you been holding up?”

Henry sighed, the weight of the past few days evident in his expression. “It’s been a bit of a rough patch, to be honest. I keep wondering what Carter is going to do. So far it’s been quiet and that makes me more nervous.”

Tom’s expression grew serious, understanding the gravity of Henry’s concerns. “I get that,” he said, nodding. “Sometimes the quiet before the storm is the most unsettling. Have you heard anything at all from Carter or about his plans?”

Henry shook his head, frustration evident in his eyes. “Nothing. And that’s what’s driving me crazy. I feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Tom leaned back, considering the situation. “Well, you know Carter. He’s always been unpredictable. But sitting around and worrying won’t help. Maybe it’s time to take some proactive steps.”

Henry looked at his friend, curiosity piqued. “What do you suggest?”

“First, gather as much information as you can,” Tom advised. “Talk to people who might have insight into what Carter’s up to. And second, make sure you’re prepared for whatever might come. Strengthen your alliances, keep your resources in check.”

Henry nodded, feeling a bit more focused. “You’re right. I can’t just sit here and wait. I need to find out his plans somehow. His sister warned Annie that he’s planning something.”

Tom raised a brow and smiled. “Annie?” he questioned.

Henry managed a nonchalant shrug. After his talk with Martha, he didn’t want to talk about his wife anymore, even with his friend. “That’s what she prefers to be called,” he explained in an offhand manner.

“Ah, of course,” Tom said with a knowing grin.

Henry glared at him, the dark expression that had his workers quaking in their boots whenever he directed it at them. But it had never been much of a deterrent to his friend.

“So what did Carter’s sister have to say?” Tom asked.

Henry sighed. “She said he was livid that I had gotten the land and she was afraid of what he would do.”

“Do you believe she was being honest? He could have been sent her.”

“They’re estranged,” he reminded Tom, though he didn’t trust it. After all, blood was blood.

Tom nodded thoughtfully, considering Henry’s words. “Estranged or not, it’s still a tricky situation. Carter’s not the type to let things go easily.”

Henry’s glare softened slightly, replaced by a look of concern. “I know. That’s what worries me. If he’s really that angry, there’s no telling what he might do. And if Emily Carter warning Annie was a part of his plan, then what is that plan?”

Tom scoffed. “Carter has never struck me as that much of a thinker. He’s more of a bully.”

Henry nodded, his face thoughtful. “You do have a point. Though his sister is well known for being a bit brighter. She could be the one doing the thinking part.”

Tom’s laughter echoed through the yard, a stark contrast to the tension that had been hanging over them. “Carter? Take direction from a woman?” he repeated, still chuckling. “That’s rich. And yeah, I remember him having a problem with you hiring women for more than just the usual roles.”

Henry sighed, leaning against the barn beside his friend. “You make a good point,” he admitted. “Carter’s old-fashioned views are part of the problem.”

Tom nodded, his laughter subsiding. “So, how are the men you hired working out?”

Henry shrugged, a hint of relief in his voice. “So far, there hasn’t been any trouble. They’re doing their jobs well, and there haven’t been any complaints.”

“That’s good to hear,” Tom said, his tone serious again. “But keep an eye on things. Carter’s the type to stir up trouble when you least expect it.”

Henry snorted, “Don’t I know it,” he groused.

As they stood there Henry saw one of his workers riding toward them with great haste. His eyes narrowed as he watched the worker approach, his heart rate quickening. “What’s the matter?” he called out, his voice carrying a mix of concern and authority.

He recognized the young man whose widowed mother worked in his drying houses. Henry had hired him for odd jobs now that he was ten and four.

The lad, panting and clearly agitated, finally reached them. “Mr. Thompson, there’s a problem at the eastern paddock. It looks like someone has brought down the fence there.”

“What?” Henry pushed away from the barn to approach the lad.

“Yes sir, all the sheep have gotten out, sir.”

“What is being done?” he questioned the lad.

“The wrangler has set some of the men to ride out and look for them, sir.” the lad replied.

Henry nodded at the boy. “Okay, ride back and tell the wrangler I’ll be by in a few minutes,” he instructed.

“Yes sir,” the lad said before galloping off the way he had come.

Henry exchanged a quick glance with Tom, his jaw tightening. “Carter,” he muttered under his breath. “Tom, let’s go check it out.”

He rushed into the barn to the stall that held his stallion, Shadow. The midnight black horse whinnied when he saw him and Henry opened the stall to lead him out. He took the reigns from where they hung on a hook with the other tack. He would be ridding bareback, there was no time to trouble with the saddle.

Henry’s heart pounded as he led Shadow out of the barn. The urgency of the situation left no room for hesitation. Tom was waiting for him with his saddled horse, already mounted. He was grateful for his friend’s ready support. His sheep had been in the eastern paddock and he feared their loss.

He swung himself onto Shadow’s back, gripping the reins tightly. The stallion, sensing his rider’s anxiety, moved swiftly toward the eastern paddock.

The wind whipped through Henry’s hair as they galloped across the fields. His mind raced with worry about the sheep. If they had wandered off, they could be in serious danger from predators.

As they approached the paddock, Henry scanned the area, his eyes darting back and forth. He entered through the open gates and then rode the length of the field with Tom beside him. As they approached the eastern boundary of his property he was dismayed to see the damage.

Where there should have been a wide stretch of fencing posts as far as the eye could see, there now was a missing section. About six yards of the fence had been pulled down and he could see where his sheep had then trampled over it. Had they brought the fence down after being spooked someone brought it down then spooked them?

Henry’s mind raced with a new worry: had someone stolen his flock? And where were the men who were supposed to be guarding them?

Shadow leaped over the fallen fence, and they raced off, following the hoof prints of the sheep and the men who had gone after them. The good thing about sheep was that they tended to move as one, making it easier to track them.

As they galloped, Henry’s eyes scanned the ground for any sign of the flock or the culprits. His heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination. He couldn’t afford to lose his sheep, not now, with everything else going on.

His anxiety grew with each passing hour. The deeper they ventured into the forest, the more difficult it became to track the sheep. The confusion of prints forced him and Tom to dismount, carefully examining the ground for any clues.

As the hours dragged on, Henry’s concern turned to frustration. The thought of losing his flock weighed heavily on him. He couldn’t afford another setback, not with everything else already on his plate.

“Come on, Shadow,” he muttered, urging the stallion forward. “We can’t give up now.”

Just as he was about to lose hope, he heard a faint bleating sound in the distance. His heart leaped with a mix of relief and urgency. “This way,” he said to Tom, guiding Shadow towards the sound.

Pushing through the dense underbrush, Henry finally spotted his flock huddled together in a small clearing. Relief washed over him, but his mind quickly shifted to the next challenge: finding out who was responsible for this and ensuring it never happened again.

“That’s a relief,” he said out loud to his friend.

“Yes,” Tom agreed. “It seems whoever planned this mischief had no intention to take the lot.”

“Or maybe they herded them here so that they could sell them without suspicion.”

“There’s that.” Tom agreed.

“Shadow, let’s get them back,” Henry murmured, guiding the horse closer to the flock.

With practiced ease, and with Tom’s help, he began herding the sheep back toward the safety of the paddock, his mind already planning the repairs needed to prevent another escape. He knew he had to protect his land and his family, no matter the cost.

Despite the chaos, Henry felt a sense of purpose. Protecting his land and animals was something he could control, even when everything else seemed uncertain. Though he couldn’t help but wonder if this had been Carter’s doing and what he might do next.

Chapter 23

Annie’s thoughts were clouded with worry as she observed Henry’s tense demeanor. The near kiss from the previous night still lingered in her mind, and she couldn’t help but wonder if it was the cause of his current mood.

Was the prospect of kissing her such a terrible thing?

It was of no matter that she was unsure of engaging in that sort of thing. After her disaster with Andrew, she was rather sensitive to being rejected. Which seemed to be what her husband was currently doing.

She sat just as silent, letting the children chatter along with little input. In their innocence, they failed to see that neither of them were that talkative. Annie couldn’t help but take another furtive glance at Henry. At his dark tousled brown hair and the ruggedly handsome face.

Henry’s expression was a mix of distraction and concern. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes seemed distant, as if he were lost in thought. He didn’t look angry, but there was a hint of worry etched into his features. It was clear that something was weighing heavily on his mind, and Annie couldn’t help but wonder what it was.Despite his distraction, there was a softness in his gaze whenever he glanced at the children. It was a reminder of the love and responsibility he felt for them, even amidst the challenges they were facing. Annie felt a pang of empathy for him, knowing that he carried a heavy burden.

“How was your day?” she asked him at one point when the twins were silent.

“Uhmm,” he replied. A shaft of disappointment pierced through her. She doubted he had even heard her.

“Did anything interesting happen?” she tried again.

“Sure,” he agreed in that absent manner that told her she could have danced atop the table and he wouldn’t have noticed.

Annie’s heart ached as she watched Henry’s distant demeanor. She tried to mask her disappointment with a cheerful tone for the children’s sake. “So, what else do you think we should have for our picnic?” she asked, her voice bright.

The twins’ faces lit up with excitement, and they eagerly began listing their favorite picnic foods. Annie smiled, genuinely pleased by their enthusiasm. At least someone appreciated her efforts.

As she engaged with Sarah and Samuel, she couldn’t help but steal glances at Henry. He sat there, mechanically eating his food, seemingly lost in his own world. Annie wondered what was going through his mind and why he seemed so unreachable.

Determined to keep the mood light for the children, she continued to ask them questions and listen to their animated responses. But deep down, she couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness and the longing for a connection with her husband.

“Maybe after the picnic, we can play some games,” she suggested, hoping to keep the conversation flowing. The twins cheered at the idea, and Annie felt a small sense of accomplishment. Even if Henry was distant, she still had the children to focus on. All the while Henry sat silent and ate his food with methodical interest. She doubted he could taste any of it.

Later, after the meal was finished and Henry stood to leave she called after him. “What?” He answered, his tone was even, though his impatience was written all over his face.

Annie clenched her jaw for a moment to stop herself from escalating the situation. “Can we talk?” she asked mildly.

His face became closed. “Not right now,” he stated in the same neutral tone. “I have a lot of things to see to and don’t have the time.”

“Then when?” Annie persisted

Annoyance flickered over his face for a second before he once again schooled his features. “I don’t know. I just don’t have time for it tonight.”

Annie felt a wave of frustration and sadness wash over her. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. “Henry, I understand you’re busy, but we need to talk. It’s important.”

Henry’s expression remained guarded. “I know, but I can’t right now. Tomorrow, maybe?”

Annie nodded, though she felt a pang of disappointment. She had a feeling tomorrow would not be that much different from today, but she had pushed enough. “Okay, tomorrow then. But please, let’s not keep putting this off.”

Henry gave a brief nod before turning to leave. Annie watched him go, feeling a mix of hope and uncertainty. She knew they needed to have this conversation, but she also understood the pressures he was under. All she could do now was wait and hope that tomorrow would bring the chance for them to reconnect.

Annie forced a smile as she turned to the twins, who were looking up at her with innocent curiosity. “Shall we get ready for your bath?” she asked, her voice gentle and encouraging.

The twins nodded eagerly, their earlier excitement about the picnic still evident in their eyes. Annie felt a small sense of relief as she led them to the closet to help take the bathtub. At least with the children, she could find some semblance of normalcy and routine.

As she helped them get ready, she couldn’t help but think about Henry and the distance that seemed to be growing between them. But for now, she focused on the twins, their laughter and chatter providing a welcome distraction from her worries.

Once the twins were settled, Annie found herself alone with her thoughts. The house was quiet, and the weight of her worries about Henry pressed down on her. She couldn’t help but question if she was being fair to him. Was it reasonable to expect an explanation from him when he was already dealing with so much?

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. The near kiss, the tension, the constant threats from Carter—it was all so overwhelming. But she knew that communication was key. They needed to talk, to understand each other’s perspectives, and to support one another.

As Annie cleaned the kitchen, her thoughts continued to swirl. The mundane task did little to distract her from the deeper questions gnawing at her heart. Was she destined to yearn for more than she could ever have? She had long given up on the idea of marriage until she began corresponding with Henry, eventually agreeing to this marriage of convenience.

She wondered if God was maybe punishing her for turning something as sacred as marriage into a mere arrangement. But deep down, she couldn’t believe that her Lord would punish her in such a way, no matter how distant she felt from Him at times.

Annie paused, leaning against the counter, and took a deep breath. She needed to find a way to reconcile her feelings and her faith. Perhaps this situation was a test, not a punishment. A test of her patience, her resilience, and her ability to find love and connection in unexpected places.

But was that love with Henry or just with the children? She found it so easy to love Sarah and Samuel, their innocence and joy bringing light into her life.

On the other hand, with Henry, things were more complicated. She had moments of connection and understanding with him, but there were also times of distance and uncertainty. Could she truly find love with him, or was their relationship destined to remain a convenient arrangement?

Was it still what she wanted?

Annie found herself reflecting on these questions often. She had come into this marriage with the hope of building a new life, but the reality was proving to be more challenging than she had anticipated. The moments of connection with Henry gave her hope, but the times of distance and uncertainty left her feeling vulnerable and unsure.She remembered the pain of her past, the betrayal that had shattered her trust in men. It was a wound that had never fully healed, and it made her cautious, hesitant to open her heart completely. She wondered if she could ever truly trust Henry, or if the scars of her past would always stand in the way.Annie turned to her faith for guidance, praying for clarity and strength. She wondered if God was with her in this decision, if this path she had chosen was the right one. She sought comfort in the belief that everything happened for a reason, and that there was a purpose to the challenges she was facing.As she pondered these thoughts, she realized that she needed to give herself time. Trust and love couldn’t be forced; they had to grow naturally. She resolved to be patient, to take things one day at a time, and to keep her heart open to the possibilities.Annie knew that the journey ahead would be difficult, but she also knew that she was not alone. With her faith, her determination, and the support of those around her, she believed that she could find her way. Whether her relationship with Henry would blossom into love or remain a convenient arrangement, only time would tell. For now, she would focus on building a foundation of trust and understanding, and let the rest unfold as it may.

Annie knew that love could grow in unexpected places, but it required effort, patience, and open communication. She resolved to at least give their relationship a chance, to nurture it and see where it could lead. After all, they had come together for a reason, and she believed that with time and faith, they could find a deeper connection.

It might never be the love she had thought she felt or Andrew, or the clinical relationship they had agreed upon. But it would be something comfortable, something that could sustain them for a lifetime.

For now, she would focus on the love she had for the children and the hope that her bond with Henry could grow stronger. She would take things one day at a time, trusting that the path ahead would become clearer with each step.

“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope,” she quoted the verse from Jeremiah to herself.

Even in her confusion, the Lord had a purpose for her life, for this situation. “ Lord God,” she prayed. “Please give me the strength to understand my feelings, the strength to trust in You once again. Grant me the grace to understand my husband and to have patience. Guide me through this time of uncertainty, in Jesus’ name, amen.”

Annie truly needed guidance, for she feared that despite her protestations, her feelings for Henry were far from what she wished.

*

The next day dawned clear and beautiful, a day that called for hope and renewal. Annie felt a sense of optimism as she looked out at the bright morning sky. She took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the sun on her face, and decided to embrace the day with a positive outlook.

With a smile on her face, Annie made her way downstairs and started preparing breakfast. She decided on bacon and potato pancakes, a comforting meal that reminded her of home. Her grandmother used to love making pancakes with her.

“Good morning, my loves,” she greeted the twins with that same smile as they bounded into the kitchen. Their laughter and energy were infectious, lifting her spirits.

“Morning,” Samuel replied with a grin up at her.

“Morning, Mama,” Sarah said, warming her heart even more.

“Can we eat in our night clothes?” Samuel asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “But you will have to change right after.

As she served breakfast, she couldn’t help but think about her conversation with Henry. Today was a new day, and she was determined to approach it with patience and understanding. She prayed silently for guidance, trusting that the Lord would help her navigate her feelings and strengthen her relationship with Henry.

“Today is going to be a great day,” she told the twins. “What do you want to do after your lessons?”

“Picnic!” Samuel shouted.

Annie gave him a mock frown, her eyes alight with mirth. “A picnic? Hmm, wouldn’t you like Mrs. Jenkins to be at this picnic?”

They both nodded. “Can we go invite her?” Sarah asked.

“Well,” she drew out the word and affected a thinking pose. The two watched her with such solemn impatience that she almost laughed. But that would spoil the game. “Mr. Jenkins is still not well; I don’t know if she would be okay with leaving him alone,” she reasoned.

“What if he’s better enough to come with us to the picnic?” Samuel asked. “Can we go and ask Mrs. Jenkins?”

Annie smiled warmly at Samuel’s suggestion. “That’s a wonderful idea, Samuel. I’m sure Mrs. Jenkins would appreciate a visit from us, and if Mr. Jenkins is feeling better, they can both join us for the picnic.”

The twins’ faces lit up with excitement, and Annie felt a surge of happiness. “All right, let’s finish our breakfast and then we can go see Mrs. Jenkins. Maybe we can bring her some of these delicious potato pancakes.” She paused for dramatic effect. “And the cake,” she added.

The children did not disappoint her with their excitement about the cake and she had to be a bit firm before they could return to their breakfast. Maybe a talk with Mrs. Jenkins would help her sort out her confused feelings. Otherwise, if the danger of heartbreak proved right, she might just have to return to her father’s ranch. Only there were the children to consider.

They loved her, and she loved them too. Was she becoming too involved in herself that she could so easily think of hurting them?

Chapter 24

“So how are things between you and Henry?” Mrs. Jenkins asked.

The twins were sleeping in Mrs. Jenkins’ spare room and she was lingering over a cup of coffee with the housekeeper.

Annie sighed, taking a sip of her coffee. “It’s been… complicated,” she admitted. “We’ve been distant lately. After the picnic, we connected in a way we hadn’t before. We talked but he pulled away and hasn’t been willing to be in the same room with me without the twins. I feel like we’re both struggling to find our footing.”

Mrs. Jenkins nodded sympathetically. “Marriage can be tough, especially with all the pressures you’re facing. Have you been able to talk about it?”

Annie shook her head. “Not really. Every time I try, something comes up, or he seems too preoccupied. As I said, he hasn’t been alone with me and I cannot very well speak of some of the things with the twins there. I just want us to be able to support each other, but it’s been difficult.”

Mrs. Jenkins reached out and patted her hand. “Give it time, dear. Sometimes, it takes a while to find the right moment. Keep trying, and don’t lose hope. You’re both going through a lot, but with patience and understanding, you’ll find your way.”

Annie smiled gratefully. “Thank you. I needed to hear that. I’ll keep trying and trust that things will get better.”

Mrs. Jenkins gave her a reassuring smile. “Henry is a good man, I’m sure it’s only the troubles with Carter that have him preoccupied,” she soothed.

Annie hesitated, wondering if she should tell the other woman about the kiss that she had shared with her husband. Was it too intimate a detail to talk about? And yet with how Henry was pulling away, the kiss confused her even more. Why had he kissed her then and yet pulled away on Sunday?

Was he toying with her feelings?

“What is it?” the housekeeper asked, seeing the uncertainty on her face.

Annie took a deep breath and then looked the other woman in the eyes before dropping them to the cup she was holding between her hands. “We kissed,” she whispered the confession then waited to see how the housekeeper would react.

“The night after we went to the mercantile and the twins almost got lost. But then, on Sunday, he almost kissed me again but then pulled back.”

She looked up to once again meet her gaze. Mrs. Jenkins’ eyes softened with understanding as she met Annie’s gaze. “Ah, I see,” she said gently. “That must be very confusing for you.”

Annie nodded, feeling a mix of relief and vulnerability. “It is. I don’t understand why he kissed me and then pulled away. It feels like he’s toying with my feelings, and I don’t know what to make of it.”

Mrs. Jenkins took a moment to consider her words. “Sometimes, people act out of confusion or fear, especially when they’ve suffered a great loss. It doesn’t necessarily mean he’s toying with your feelings. He might be struggling to understand his own emotions.”

Annie sighed, feeling a bit of the weight lift from her shoulders. “I just wish I knew what he was thinking. It’s hard to feel so disconnected.”

Mrs. Jenkins gave her a thoughtful look before replying. “He was different when the twins’ mother was still alive. Not warm as such, but not as closed off and silent as he now is.”

Annie nodded. “He loved her.” She understood that but she felt a stab of pain at the thought – a feeling of jealousy that should have been beneath her.

“Yes,” Mrs. Jenkins agreed. “They had been together since their youth. No one was surprised when they got married; everyone knew they would make a fine match, and they did.”

A lump formed in her throat at that. The people of Lone Ridge had thought the same of her and Andrew, but things had not turned out as well for them. “What was she like?” she asked softly.

Mrs. Jenkins smiled, a fond expression on her face as she looked into the distance. “She was like sunshine, golden-haired and blue-eyed like the twins. Her smile lit up the world, and she could make even the grumpiest person join her. And when she laughed, you couldn’t help but laugh along with her. She had a way of making everyone feel special and loved.”

Annie felt a pang of jealousy mixed with admiration. It was clear that Henry’s late wife had been a remarkable woman. “She sounds wonderful,” Annie said softly, trying to keep her emotions in check.

“She was,” Mrs. Jenkins agreed then met her gaze again, a meaningful expression in hers. “But that doesn’t mean there’s no room for you in Henry’s heart. People can love more than once and in different ways. Give yourself and Henry time to find your way together.”

The lump in her throat eased a bit, but not the confusion she felt. “Thank you. I’m just not sure I want a love match with him,” she confessed. “We agreed to have a marriage of convenience and I don’t think I am ready for anything more.”

The housekeeper smiled at her, the kind that her grandmother used to give her when she was missing the reasoning in her behavior. “Would you be this upset if your feelings were not engaged?” she asked.

A shot of panic surged through Annie at the housekeeper’s question. She hadn’t considered that her feelings might already be more involved than she realized. Was that why she felt so unsettled?

No, it couldn’t be. She was being sensible, protecting herself. But then why was she insisting that Henry talk to her when it would be best to go on as if nothing had happened?

“I… I don’t know,” Annie stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t think I want more, but now I’m not so sure.”

Mrs. Jenkins gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s okay to feel confused, dear. Emotions can be complicated, especially when you’re dealing with so much. Just take your time and be honest with yourself. There’s no rush to figure everything out right away.”

Annie nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. “Thank you. I guess I need to sort through my feelings and see where my heart truly lies.”

“Exactly,” Mrs. Jenkins said gently.“And remember, it’s perfectly fine to take things one step at a time. You’ll find your way. God will be with you every step of your journey,” she reminded Annie, her voice soft but resolute.Annie took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. She knew that the path ahead would be filled with challenges, but she also believed that she had the strength and faith to overcome them. She would take each day as it came, trusting that with patience and perseverance, she would find her place in this new life.As she looked out the window, watching the sun set over the horizon, she felt a renewed sense of hope. She was not alone in this journey. With her faith as her guide and the support of those around her, she believed that she could build a future filled with love, trust, and understanding.A sense of relief washed over Annie. She knew she had a lot to think about, but she also knew she wasn’t alone in this journey. With the support of her friends and her faith, she believed she could navigate through her confusion and find clarity.

*

“Morning Grant,” Henry greeted the mercantile as he came to the counter.

“Morning, Henry,” Grant replied with a nod, looking up from his ledger. “What brings you in today?”

Henry placed his order list on the counter. “Just need to pick up a few supplies. How’s business been?”

Grant shrugged, a hint of a smile on his face. “Can’t complain. The usual hustle and bustle. How about you? Everything all right on the farm?”

Henry hesitated for a moment before answering. “We’re managing.”

Grant gave him a hesitant look before he spoke. “I heard about your troubles with Bill Carter. Even saw the altercation you had with him the last time you were here.” He looked around the shop to see if anyone was listening to their conversation.

An act that had Henry tensing. He wasn’t one to talk about his problems with acquaintances. Which was what Grant was to him. Still, when Grant leaned over, Henry also did the same.

“There have been some rumors about town.” Grant continued.

Henry stiffened at that. “I have no use for rumors, Grant,” he informed him.

The man raised a brow. “Even when they affect your business?”

Henry’s eyes narrowed, his posture stiffening further. “What kind of rumors?” he asked, his voice low and controlled to reign in the anger that surged through him.

Grant glanced around the shop again, ensuring they weren’t overheard. “People are saying your beef is tainted, that you are incapable of taking care of your ranch. They are claiming you’re cutting corners, and not paying your workers fairly. It’s starting to make some folks uneasy.”

Henry’s jaw tightened. “That’s a load of nonsense. My meat is as good as it has always been, and I’ve always treated my workers fairly. I run an honest business.”

“I know that,” Grant said quickly. “But you know how rumors can spread. If enough people start believing them, it could hurt your reputation and your business.”

Henry took a deep breath, trying to keep his anger in check. “Thanks for the heads-up, Grant. I’ll deal with it.”

Grant nodded, looking relieved. “I thought you should know. If there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know.”

“I appreciate it,” Henry replied, his mind already racing with plans to counteract Carter’s lies. “I’ll take care of it.”

As he left the shop, Henry felt a renewed sense of determination. He wouldn’t allow Carter’s underhanded tactics to undermine everything he had worked for. It was time to take action and protect his ranch and his reputation. He just had to find a way to get ahead of the devious man.

Going to the hitching post where he had tied Shadow, he untied the reins and patted the horse’s neck. “We’ve got work to do, boy,” he murmured, mounting up swiftly. The morning sun was high up in the sky, casting long shadows across the dusty ground.

He rode out toward the ranch, his mind racing with plans and strategies. Even with all his troubles, he enjoyed the feel of his stallion’s muscles as he stretched them over the distance. It was an exhilarating experience as ever. Too bad his ranch was so close to town that he could not enjoy it long. As he approached the familiar sight of his home, he spotted Tom waiting for him in the yard.

“Don’t you have your own ranch to see to?” he called out to his friend as he dismounted.

“Unlike you, dear fellow,” Tom drawled back, “my ranch pretty much runs itself.”

Henry chuckled, shaking his head. “Must be nice,” he replied, leading Shadow to the stable. “But I could use your help. Carter’s up to no good again.”

Tom’s expression turned serious. “What’s he done this time?”

“He’s been spreading lies, trying to turn the people good people of Bristlecone against me,” Henry said, frustration evident in his voice. “I need to find a way to counter his move before he does any real damage.”

Tom nodded thoughtfully. “What kind of lies is he spreading?”

Henry sighed and then told him all that Grant had shared with him. The anger that his ride back home had quelled arose again at the injustice. He had always had a good reputation and now Carter seemed bent on ruining it.

“That’s ghastly!” Tom exclaimed.

Henry nodded, his jaw clenched. “I know. It’s infuriating. But we can’t let him win.”

Tom leaned back, crossing his arms. “We need to gather evidence to prove he’s lying. Maybe we can talk to some of the townsfolk, and see if anyone’s willing to stand up for you.”

Henry’s eyes brightened with a glimmer of hope. “That’s a good idea. And we should also look into Carter’s past. If he’s done this before, there might be a pattern we can expose.”

Tom grinned. “Now you’re thinking like a strategist. Let’s start with the people who know you best. If we can get their support, it’ll be easier to convince the rest of the town.”

Henry felt a renewed sense of purpose. “Right. I’ll talk to Grant again and see if he can help us gather some names. And maybe we can get a few of them to speak at the next town meeting.”

“Yes,” his friend agreed then gave him a meaningful look. “You will have to somehow prove that your beef isn’t tainted though,” he warned.

“Not to worry,” Henry said with a smile on his face. “I have already secured a deal for my beef for the foreseeable future. If the good people of Bristlecone do not wish for it, it will be no bother.”

Tom smiled back at him. “You always were rather lucky when it came to business.”

Henry affected a lofty look, though the mirth in his eyes gave him away. “Luck has nothing to do with it. It is, however, the conclusion of lesser men when confronted with brilliance.”

“Ha!” Tom scoffed. “Brilliance! I’d sooner believe in fairy tales.”

Henry laughed, the sound, rich and genuine. “Call it what you will, but it’s kept the ranch afloat all these years.”

Tom shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. “Well, whatever it is, I’m glad you’ve got it. Now, let me show you the mare I’ve brought for your breeding program.”

Henry grinned his excitement at his friend. “Is she Starlight’s get?”

“Yes, I bred her with Tornado,” Tom added.

Henry whistled at that. “Your prized stallion? I feel honored.”

“Well, there is the matter of payment.”

“What’s a little money between friends?” Tom named a figure that had Henry stumbling. “That’s daylight robbery!” he protested.

“Business is business, as you always say.”

Grumbling, Henry let Tom lead him the way to where the horse was. “I should stop being your friend,” he groused.

Tom laughed at that. “No one else would put up with your sulking ways. You’re stuck with me.”

With a laugh as he followed, he could always count on his friend to lighten even the darkest of his moods. Henry shook his head, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. “You’ve got a point there,” he admitted. “But one of these days, your ‘business’ is going to bankrupt me.”

“That’s a silly biscuit, Mama.” Henry froze mid-stride later on as he stood at the kitchen door.

When had his children started calling Annie Mama?

He had just been about to enter the kitchen for some lunch, something he rarely did. He had promised Annie that they would talk but that had been two days ago. As much as he wasn’t looking forward to having a talk with her, he hadn’t been avoiding her, there had been quite a number of things that had needed his attention after the vandalism.

Now, he had this to contend with. His heart ached as he heard Sarah say that word. He watched her carefully cut a biscuit as Annie looked on just as carefully. She had said it with laughter that had been followed by a giggle that he knew so well.

The pair of them were covered in flour, while Samuel sat at the counter far from the mess they had made. It was a scene of blissful domesticity that made his heartache.

It should have been Margaret teaching Sarah how to bake. He ached at the knowledge of all that his dead wife was missing, had missed. Yet was it fair to Annie to keep regretting that Margaret was not here? She was bonding with his children. He should be happy. After all, it was what he had wanted when he married her.

“Can I have the silly biscuit, Mama?” Samuel asked.

“Only after we have baked it, otherwise it will make your tummy hurt.”

When had his children started calling Annie mama? Had he been too busy to notice what was happening in their lives? His heart ached at the thought. His father had been so consumed with the ranch as he was growing up that he had never had time for him. Henry had vowed he wouldn’t be that type of a father.

He realized a frown marred his weathered face and soothed it just in case any of them looked his way. Henry stood there, torn between the warmth of the scene before him and the weight of the conversation he knew he needed to have with Annie. The sight of his family, so happy and carefree, was a stark contrast to the turmoil he felt inside.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the kitchen, trying to muster a smile. “Looks like you three are having fun,” he said, his voice a bit strained.

Annie looked up, surprise flickering in her eyes before she smiled. “We are. Sarah decided we needed to make biscuits.”

Sarah beamed up at him, flour smudged on her cheeks. “Papa, look! I made a silly biscuit!”

Henry chuckled, the sound easing some of the tension in his chest. “It looks delicious, sweetheart.”

“I’m going to help with the eating,” Samuel volunteered.

Henry laughed, “Why am I not surprised?”

He glanced at Annie, their eyes meeting for a brief moment. There was so much unsaid between them but now wasn’t the time. He needed to find the right moment to talk, to bridge the gap that had grown between them.

“How about I help clean up?” he offered, moving to grab a cloth.

Annie nodded, her smile softening. “That would be great.”

As they worked together to tidy the kitchen, Henry felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could find their way to each other. But first, he needed to deal with Carter and protect his ranch. One step at a time, he reminded himself. One step at a time.

Chapter 25

Was it daylight already? Annie blinked her eyes open to the dancing light that cast strange shadows against her bedroom wall. Yet there was something odd about the daylight. And what was that crackling sound? And that smell, there was something familiar about that suffocating smell but her mind was still caught up in sleep.

She frowned. Usually, she was rather alert first thing in the morning. Now she felt groggy, as if she hadn’t had enough sleep. Annie sat up, her heart pounding as she tried to make sense of the unusual light and the crackling sound. She threw off the covers and hurried to the window, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the source of the strange daylight.

Flames.

The barn was on fire, the blaze casting an eerie glow across the yard. Panic surged through her as she realized the danger. She had to act quickly.

“Henry!” she shouted, rushing to the door. “Henry, wake up! The barn’s on fire!”

She ran down the hallway to his room, her mind racing with thoughts of the animals and the equipment stored inside. They couldn’t afford to lose any of it, not now, not with everything else going on.

Opening his door without bothering to knock she rushed in, only to stop within a few feet. “Henry?” she questioned, her voice wary as she sensed something was amiss with him.

He was standing stock still, looking out the window without moving. The light of the fire danced over his face, casting shadows over it that made it hard for her to see his expression. She took a cautious step closer.

“Henry?” she called out again, softer this time.

Then she saw his face and her heart ached. He was frozen, his face a mask of stark horror as he stared at the fire with unseeing eyes. Sweat dotted his forehead, and a haunted look burned in the depths of his eyes.

Annie had never seen such a look of utter despair and horror. Her heart clenched at the sight of Henry’s despair. She took another step closer, reaching out to gently touch his arm. “Henry,” she whispered, her voice trembling with concern. “We need to act. We can’t let the fire destroy everything.”

Still, he stood frozen; all the while the barn was burning, lighting up the night sky. She realized Henry wasn’t going to be much help. She had to do something to ensure the fire wouldn’t spread further than the barn, which was too close to the house for comfort. There was already smoke coming in.

Taking hold of her husband’s arm, she pulled him away from the window and out the door. He was unresistant, lost in the darkness of a past he was clearly reliving. Leaving him in the hallway, she rushed to the twins’ room.

“Samuel, sweetie, you have to wake up,” she said as she shook the little boy.

“Hhmm,” he complained.

She shook him even more. “Samuel, time to get up,” she said again.

The boy sat up, then looked around the still room. They were on the west side of the house, the side facing away from the barn so the light of the fire was not that evident here. “It’s still dark,” he reasoned before starting to lie down again.

Annie caught him. “Yes sweetie, but we have to leave,” she allowed the sense of urgency she felt to mar her voice, “get your robe and slippers.”

She waited until he got out of bed before going to shake Sarah awake. “It’s too early,” she complained as she got out of bed.

“I know, love, but we have to leave the house,” she told her as she helped her into her gown.

“Why?”

Should she tell them? Would knowing scare them? Yet they would be able to see the fire once they were outside. “Your father is waiting for us outside,” she said instead. “We have to hurry.”

They were soon dressed warmly and she led them out. The smoke was a lit more noticeable in the hallway and the children started coughing immediately.

“There’s a fire?” Samuel asked in a tremulous voice, coming to walk closer and clutching her night rainment.

She hadn’t thought of getting her gown before rushing to Henry and now it was too late to go back. “Yes, but it’s outside,” she explained in a calm voice.

“Then shouldn’t we stay here if it’s outside?” Sarah asked, her voice just as quavering.

“It’s very big outside and we can get hurt if we stay here,” Annie explained gently, trying to keep her voice steady for the children’s sake. “We need to go somewhere safe.”

She kneeled down to their level, taking their small hands in hers. “We’re going to go outside and help Papa, okay? But you have to be very careful and stay close to me.”

Samuel and Sarah nodded, their eyes wide with fear but trusting in their mother’s calm demeanor. Annie led them out of the house, her heart pounding as she glanced back at the flames licking the sky. She had to stay strong for her children and for Henry.

She found him where she had left him, standing with the same haunted look on his face. Luckily, the twins didn’t question his catatonic state, or why she had to lead him.

As they reached the yard, the heat from the fire was intense. The children huddled closer to her, Henry remained unresponsive, his head turning to the fire the only reaction he showed.

Luckily the ranch hands had seen the blaze and were already setting about to douse it. She could see that a line had already formed to the well and buckets were being passed back and forth to it. She noticed a familiar figure guiding the people – Henry’s friend Tom.

When had he gotten here? Given that Henry was currently incapable of doing so, she was grateful for his leadership. She herself couldn’t do anything but watch as she had to care for the children who still clung to her in fear. She laid her hands on their frail shoulders and drew them closer.

Annie took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She needed to stay strong. After guiding them all to a safer spot away from the immediate danger, she turned her attention back to Henry.

“Henry,” she said softly, touching his arm. “We need you. The ranch needs you.”

His eyes flickered, a brief spark of recognition breaking through the haze. She squeezed his arm gently, willing him to come back to her. “Look at the children, Henry. They need their father.”

Slowly, the haunted look in his eyes began to fade. He took a deep breath, his shoulders squaring as he finally seemed to shake off the paralysis that had gripped him. There were still haunted traces around the edges of his eyes, his lips, but he was at least able to act.

“You’re right,” he said, his voice stronger now. “I can’t let this beat me.”

Annie nodded, relief flooding through her. She watched as he rushed to assist with the fire. She could imagine how the intensity was scalding them, and how the smoke stung their eyes, but they didn’t falter. With each bucket of water, they fought back the flames, inch by inch.

The fire slowly began to recede, the combined efforts of everyone making a difference. As the last of the flames were extinguished, a cheer rose from the exhausted but triumphant group. She breathed a sigh of relief that was mixed with sorrow at the loss they had incurred.

The barn was utterly destroyed.

She held the children closer to her knowing that they would never forget this day. They knew their mother had died in a fire and she could only imagine the trauma this night had wrought for them.

*

His hands shook.

Adrenaline from the fire still coursing through his veins. Or more likely, the fear that had paralyzed him still had a hold. He looked down at them, willing them to steady. Henry sat on one of the kitchen stools that had been taken outside, looking at his soot-covered hands as if they were foreign.

How could he have been so lost to reason that he had forgotten his children’s safety? If it hadn’t been for Annie’s quick thinking…he shuddered to think what might have happened. She had even gotten him out of the house.

“Everything is all right,” Tom soothed noting the tremor. “None of your stock was killed and all your men are unharmed.”

“Except most of my feedstock is gone.” His voice came out hollow. He couldn’t seem to care much about a fact that spelled disaster for him.

Could Carter be right? Was he incapable of running his ranch? Margaret had died in the fire because he hadn’t made sure she was awake before going for the twins. Now his family might have been lost because he had been too cowardly, too panicked to act.

Smoke, the fire marshal had said, was what killed most people in a house fire. Margaret had long been dead before he had burned himself getting her out. She had died in her sleep, unaware. Which might have happened today if not for Annie. Even to him as he had stood there.

“I will lend you some of my extra feed, and no doubt some of your neighbors will do the same. They know you’re good for it.”

Henry scoffed. “From what Grant said, they seemed eager enough to believe Carter’s lies.”

“They came to help,” Tom reminded him.

He sighed, lowering his head in weariness. “You’re right as always, my friend. I’m being ungrateful.”

His neighbors had indeed come to help. Most, though, had arrived too late to do much good, as their properties were a distance from his. Carter had not showed.

“It’s understandable.”

Silence wreathed the room, and Henry’s thoughts swirled with the weight of what could have been. The fire had been a stark reminder of how fragile everything was. He looked up at Tom, his eyes reflecting the turmoil within.

“I could have lost everything,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “My family, the ranch… everything.”

Tom placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “But you didn’t, Henry. You fought back, and you had people who cared enough to come and help, even if they were late.”

Henry nodded slowly, the truth of Tom’s words sinking in. “You’re right. I need to focus on what we have, not what we almost lost.”

“Yes, the sheriff and fire marshal are also done with their investigation and would like a word with you,” Tom informed him.

Henry took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. “All right,” he said, his voice steady. “Let’s go see what they have to say.”

Tom led the way, and Henry followed, his mind racing with thoughts of the fire and Carter’s possible involvement. Henry squared his shoulders as they approached the sheriff and fire marshal, ready to face whatever news they had.

“Mr. Henry,” sheriff Matheson greeted, his expression serious. “We’ve completed our investigation of the fire.”

Henry nodded. “What did you find?”

The fire marshal stepped forward. “It appears the fire was deliberately set. We found traces of accelerant near the barn and a tin can that smells heavily of it was discarded near the barn”

Henry’s heart sank, but he kept his composure. “Do you have any leads on who might have done this?”

The sheriff exchanged a glance with the fire marshal before answering. “We’re still investigating, but given the recent tensions with Carter, he’s a person of interest.”

Henry clenched his fists, anger bubbling up inside him. “I knew it,” he muttered. “He’s trying to ruin me.”

Tom placed a calming hand on his shoulder. “We’ll get to the bottom of this, Henry. Just stay strong.”

The sheriff nodded. “We’ll keep you updated on our progress. In the meantime, take precautions and keep an eye out for anything suspicious.”

Henry thanked them, his mind already working on ways to protect his family and ranch. As he and Tom walked back toward the house, he felt a renewed sense of determination. Carter might have started this fire, but Henry would make sure it was the last time he threatened their home.

Marching to the stable, he saddled his horse, furious. Henry’s hands moved with practiced efficiency as he saddled his horse, his anger fueling his every motion. The thought of Carter’s latest act of sabotage was like a fire in his veins, pushing him to take immediate action.

“Henry,” Tom called as he came into the stable.

“Don’t try to talk me out of this,” he warned.

“I wasn’t going to. I’m coming with you.”

With a nod to his friend, he mounted his horse, the familiar weight of determination settling over him. He wouldn’t let Carter get away with this. Not this time.

As he rode out of the stable, the wind whipping past him, Henry’s mind raced with plans. He needed to confront Carter, to make it clear that his underhanded tactics wouldn’t be tolerated. But he also knew he had to be smart about it. Charging in without a plan could make things worse.

As he approached the outskirts of Bristlecone, he slowed his horse, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. He needed to stay calm, to think clearly. This wasn’t just about anger; it was about justice and protecting what was his. His home, his family, and his livelihood at stake. And Henry was prepared to fight for it with everything he had.

“He’s not going to appreciate this,” Tom warned.

“I do not appreciate his underhanded bullying tactics,” Henry replied.

With a deep breath, Henry urged his horse forward, ready to face whatever lay ahead. He wouldn’t let Carter’s schemes destroy everything he had worked for. Not now, not ever.

As if he had known Henry would be coming his way, he was standing in the driveway of his home. His hands were looped into his belt as he stood with his head back in an arrogant way. A few of his men were standing around, some with guns in their hands.

Unlike him, who wore a random pair of trousers and his nightshirt, these men were fully dressed. A flicker of his eyes toward the house showed him Miss Carter standing at an upstairs window, the only one clad in her night apparel.

“What’s the meaning of you invading my ranch Thompson?” Carter demanded with belligerence.

Henry’s jaw hardened, his fury returning. “Invade?” A hard smile tugged at the corners of Henry’s mouth as he met Carter’s gaze. “I’m a man who prizes honor and integrity,” he continued, his voice steady and cold. “Unlike you, Carter, who resorts to cowardly acts of sabotage.”

Carter’s eyes narrowed, but Henry pressed on, his anger giving him strength. “I know you set that fire. And I won’t stand by while you try to destroy everything I’ve worked for.”

The men around Carter shifted uncomfortably, sensing the tension in the air. Henry’s eyes flicked to them, then back to Carter. “This ends now. You can try to undermine me, but you’ll find I’m not so easily broken.”

Carter sneered, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “You have no proof.”

Henry’s smile widened, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Maybe not yet. But I will. And when I do, you’ll face the consequences of your actions.”

With that, Henry turned his horse with a fluid motion. He cast one last look at Carter, his resolve unshaken. “Consider this your warning, Carter. Stay away from my ranch and my family.”

“This proves what I have been saying,” Carter shouted after him. “You’re unfit to run such a large ranch.”

Henry didn’t react to that and continued ridding off but the man still had more to say. “You know, all your problems would go away if you were decent enough to sell that land to me. It rightfully should be mine.”

He pulled the reigns to stop his horse, then turned it back around before riding to Carter. The man’s face was smug, knowing he had just about admitted to setting the fire and also issuing more threats. Men like him believed their wealth gave them leave to do as they pleased and the law would do nothing. Sadly, in most cases that was true, but Henry was also a well-to-do man. And he wasn’t one to cower before anyone.

“I’m never going to sell that land to you. I’d sooner let a land baron from the east have it than you,” he stated.

Anger blazed on Carter’s face. “Then whatever happens to your family is on you,” he gave Henry a sinister smile. “I saw that new wife of yours at church, so pretty. It’d be a shame if anything happened to her, losing two wives so young.”

“Steady on,” Tom cautioned, grabbing his arm to stop him from dismounting and attacking the older man. “Don’t give him what he wants.”

With a last look at the smug man, Henry turned his horse again. As he rode away, he felt a surge of resolve. He would gather the evidence needed to expose Carter’s treachery and protect his home. No matter what it took, he would ensure that justice was served.

Chapter 26

Annie sighed, exhaustion weighing heavily on her shoulders. The twins had finally settled down, but their tearful pleas for their father had tugged at her heart. She glanced out the window of their bedroom, hoping to see some sign of Henry returning.

The night was quiet now, the chaos of the fire a stark contrast to the stillness that had settled over the ranch. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the chill that had nothing to do with the temperature.

Where could he be? she wondered, worry gnawing at her. She knew Henry was a man of action, but she wished he had stayed long enough to reassure the children—and her.

“Papa!” Sarah shot up from her sleep with that cry.

Though exhausted, Annie rushed to Sarah’s side, shushing and comforting her. She didn’t want Samuel to wake up too, but that proved impossible as he stirred and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

“Did the fire get Papa?” Samuel asked, his voice groggy and scared.

Annie gave them both a reassuring smile. “It’s all right, my loves. Papa’s is okay, you saw him after the fire right?”

They both nodded. “So you know he’s okay and that the fire is out. Nothing is going to happen to you and everything is going to be okay. Papa will be here soon,” She hoped that would be true.

“Now, how about I tell you a story while we wait.” Again they both nodded before Samuel got out of his bed to come to sit with them. “Which story would you like?”

“Joseph and his dreams,” Samuel told her before resting his head against her. Sarah nodded her agreement before mirroring her brother. She had been too silent, unlike her with the exception of when she was crying.

Annie’s voice was soft and soothing as she began the familiar story. “Now, Joseph was loved by his father Jacob above all his brothers,” she started gently, smiling at the eager faces of the children.

“Joseph had many dreams,” she continued, “and in one of them, he saw himself and his brothers binding sheaves of grain in the field. Suddenly, his sheaf rose and stood upright, while their sheaves gathered around and bowed down to his.”

Samuel and Sarah listened intently, their eyes wide with wonder. Annie’s voice carried them through the tale of Joseph’s dreams, his brothers’ jealousy, and the trials he faced. She spoke of his unwavering faith and how, despite everything, he rose to a position of great importance in Egypt.

“And in the end,” she concluded, “Joseph forgave his brothers and saved his family from famine. He showed them that love and forgiveness are stronger than jealousy and anger.”

As she finished the story, she looked down at the children, who were now drowsy but content. “Remember, my loves, no matter what happens, we must always hold on to love and forgiveness.”

Samuel yawned and snuggled closer. “I like that story, Mama.”

Sarah nodded, her eyes heavy with sleep, “Me too.”

Annie kissed their foreheads, her heart full. “Goodnight, my sweethearts. Sleep well.”

As she tucked them in, she felt a sense of peace. Despite the challenges they faced, they had each other, and that was the greatest strength of all. Once they had settled back to sleep, she continued her vigil

Just as she was about to turn away, she heard the distant sound of hooves. Her heart leaped as she saw a figure approaching on horseback. She hurried down the stairs and to the door, opening it just as Henry dismounted and strode toward the house.

“Henry!” she called, relief flooding her voice. “Where have you been?”

He looked up, his expression weary but determined. “I went to confront Carter,” he said, his voice steady. “I couldn’t let him get away with what he did.”

Annie’s eyes widened. “And?”

Henry sighed, running a hand through his hair. “He denied everything, of course. But I made it clear that I won’t stand for his corrupt tactics.”

She stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m glad you’re back. The twins were so worried.”

His face softened. “I’m sorry, Annie. I should have stayed. But I had to do something.”

“I understand,” she said, her voice gentle. “Did you talk to the sheriff about your suspicions?” she asked as they went into the kitchen and she poured him a cup of coffee.

“Thanks,” he said as he took the cup and then sipped from it. “Carter is already his main suspect, but there is no evidence that he was the one who set the fire.”

“Did they find evidence that it was set deliberately?” she asked.

He sighed, weariness etched into his features. “Yes, they found traces of accelerant near the barn. It was definitely arson.”

Annie’s brow furrowed with concern. “But without solid evidence linking Carter to the fire, it will be hard to hold him accountable.”

Henry nodded, frustration evident in his eyes. “Exactly. The sheriff is keeping an eye on him, but we need more proof.”

Annie reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “We’ll find a way, Henry. We just need to stay vigilant and gather whatever evidence we can,” she paused for a moment. “I think I know someone who might be of some help.”

The surprise on his face was almost comical. “You do?”

Annie nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yes, but I will have to talk to her tomorrow, well today, and tell you what she says.”

He looked her askance but she turned to prepare a quick meal for the both of them. Henry watched her for a moment, his curiosity piqued. “Who are you planning to talk to?” he asked, taking another sip of his coffee.

Annie glanced over her shoulder as she prepared the meal. “Miss Carter. I think she might know something, or at least be able to give us some insight into what Carter’s been up to.”

His heart did a flip inside his chest before something squeezed at it. “You’re not going to the Carters’ ranch,” he commanded.

“I don’t have to,” she replied in a calm tone. “Emily Carter is a member of the Bristlecone women’s club. They meet every Friday and I was invited to join them at the picnic on Sunday.”

Henry raised an eyebrow. “You think she’ll talk?”

Annie shrugged, a determined look in her eyes. “It’s worth a try. Sometimes people reveal more than they intend to when they’re caught off guard.”

Henry nodded slowly, appreciating her initiative. “All right. Just be careful.”

Annie smiled, her confidence unwavering. “I will. Now, let’s eat and get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us.”

Annie thought of bringing up their need to talk as they ate but decided against it. They were both tired, stressed, and didn’t need any more. So they ate in companionable silence.

As they ate the weight of the day’s events seemed to lift slightly. The simple act of sharing a meal brought a sense of normalcy and comfort. Annie glanced at Henry, noting the lines of weariness etched into his face, but also the determination that hadn’t wavered.

After they finished, Annie began to clear the table. “I’ll handle this,” she said softly. “You should get some rest.”

Henry shook his head, standing up to help. “We can do it together. Besides, I think I need to keep busy for a bit longer.”

Annie nodded, appreciating his need to stay active. They worked side by side, cleaning up the kitchen. The quiet moments allowed them to process the day’s events and find a bit of peace in each other’s presence.

Once everything was tidied up, Henry turned to Annie. “Thank you for everything today. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

Annie smiled, her heart warming at his words. “We’re a team, remember? We’ll get through this together.”

Henry nodded, his eyes softening. “I know. And I’m grateful for that.”

They headed to bed, the exhaustion finally catching up with them. As she lay down Annie hoped today would be the start of something new. Together, they would face whatever challenges came their way, united and strong.

She hoped.

*

The remains of the barn looked so much worse in the light of day. The charred wood and smoldering debris were stark reminders of the night’s events. Henry stood there, taking in the devastation with a heavy heart. The barn had been a vital part of their ranch, and seeing it reduced to ruins was a hard blow.

“Looks worse in the morning doesn’t it?” Tom commented, echoing his thoughts, as he came to stand beside him.

Henry gave him a sideway glance and a wry laugh. “This is the one time I’m glad you have an aversion to your own ranch.

“Would you like me to go back home?” he asked with a raised brow.

“I always knew you were a slacker, but I’m not letting you off easy. Now help me sort through this mess. There might be something that escaped unscathed.”

His friend gave the charred pile a doubtful look but shrugged. “All right, let’s see what we can salvage.”

They began sifting through the debris, the smell of smoke still lingering in the air. Despite the destruction, Henry felt a sense of determination. This was his home, and he would rebuild it, piece by piece if necessary.

As they worked, Tom found a few tools that had miraculously survived the fire. “Hey, look at this,” he said, holding up a slightly singed but still usable hammer.

Henry smiled, a small victory in the midst of the chaos. “Well, that’s something. Let’s keep looking.”

The ranch hands joined in, their collective effort making the task less daunting. They worked through most of the morning until the noon sun, high up made it best to work indoors. He and Tom went into the house to cool off and drink some lemonade.

“Where’s your wife? I haven’t seen her today.” Tom asked.

Henry sat down with a plate that had bread and cold cuts. “She went to call on Emily Carter.”

“What?” Tom sputtered before placing his glass on the counter. “You let her go to the Carters’ ranch after the threat Bill Carter made on her last night?”

“I didn’t tell her about the threat,” Henry informed.

Tom sat down next to him. “Henry, please tell me you didn’t allow your new wife to go to the ranch of the man who threatened her life without even telling her she was in danger.”

“I did not allow my wife to go to Carter’s ranch. Miss Carter is a member of the women’s club in town and they invited Annie to join them. She will talk to her there.”

Tom let out a sigh of relief, though his expression remained serious. “All right, that’s a bit better. But you still need to tell her about the threat, Henry. She deserves to know what she’s walking into.”

Henry nodded, his jaw tightening. “I know. I just didn’t want to worry her more than necessary. But you’re right. I’ll talk to her as soon as she gets back.”

Tom clapped him on the shoulder. “Good. It’s important to keep her informed, especially with everything that’s going on.”

Henry sighed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. “I just want to protect her and the children. This whole mess with Carter is getting out of hand.”

At that moment, they heard the sound of the carriage arriving, and Henry knew Annie had come back. He stood up, brushing off the dust from his trousers, and walked toward the front door, his heart pounding with a mix of relief and apprehension.

Annie stepped down from the carriage, her face lighting up when she saw him. “Henry,” she called out, hurrying over. “How are things here?”

Henry managed a smile, though his mind was already on the conversation they needed to have. “We’re making progress. Found a few things that survived the fire.”

Annie nodded, her eyes scanning the remains of the barn. “That’s good to hear.”

He took a deep breath, steeling himself. “Annie, there’s something we need to talk about.”

“Wait,” she said then smiled with excitement. “I came back with Miss Carter and she’s willing to help.”

Henry exchanged a look with Tom, who had just come up to stand by him, before they turned to the woman alighting from the buggy. Miss Carter, a tall woman with a determined expression, stepped down gracefully. Her presence exuded confidence and strength. She didn’t look anything like her brother but there was a familiarity between them around the eyes.

“Miss Carter,” Henry greeted, tipping his hat. “Thank you for coming. We could use all the help we can get.”

Tom restricted himself to just tipping his hat at her.

Miss Carter nodded, her eyes scanning the ranch. Henry tilted his head so that he could hear her better. The last thing he wanted was to have his handicap be more so. “I’m sorry, Mr. Thompson, for what my brother is putting you through.”

“Thank you, Miss Carter. Please, come in,” he invited, holding the door open to her.

“Thank you,” she said as she came in to pause in the foyer.

Coming in after her, Annie led them all into the parlor. The room was as ever warm and inviting, with the sun shining golden through the window, casting a soft glow on the furniture. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, adding to the room’s welcoming atmosphere.

Henry gestured for Miss Carter to take a seat on the plush sofa. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”

Miss Carter sat down, smoothing her skirt. “Thank you, Mrs. Thompson. Your home is lovely.”

Annie smiled, appreciating the compliment. “Thank you, Miss Carter. We’re grateful for your help.”

“Forgive me Miss Carter, but I have to wonder why you are willing to help us against your brother.”

Miss Carter sat up straight in her seat, her face becoming set as a flash of pain crossed her eyes. “My brother and I have never been close. William has always believed that females were beneath him. Our father held no such sentiments, so I don’t know where he got it from.”

She sighed deeply. “Anyway, a few years ago, I was engaged to a man I loved very much. William didn’t approve of him. Even though I couldn’t have cared less, Cyrus wanted to gain his approval before we got married. Then suddenly, William was treating him like he was his best friend.”

Miss Carter paused, tears filling her eyes for a moment before she regained control. “He involved him in some dealings of his, something that got him killed.”

Henry and Annie exchanged a look of sympathy and understanding. Annie leaned forward, her voice gentle. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Miss Carter. It must have been incredibly difficult for you.”

Miss Carter nodded, her expression resolute. “It was. But it’s also why I’m here. I don’t want anyone else to suffer because of my brother’s actions. I’ll do whatever it takes to help you stop him.”

Annie reached out and placed a comforting hand on Miss Carter’s arm. “We’re grateful for your help. Together, we’ll hopefully find a way to protect the ranch and bring him to justice.”

Miss Carter’s voice trembled slightly as she continued, “I know he has dealings with men who are rough around the edges. He meets with them at night when he thinks I’m asleep. I also know he keeps some papers in a locked drawer in his office. After Cyrus died, I went through a period where I wanted to find out what had happened to him.”

She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. “He keeps the key to that drawer on his person, but I made a copy of it before I realized nothing would bring back my Cyrus. I will find whatever evidence you might need if it is there.”

Henry nodded, his expression serious. “That could be exactly what we need to expose him. We’ll have to be careful, though. If he suspects anything, it could put you in danger.”

Annie added, “We’ll need to plan this carefully.”

Miss Carter nodded, determination in her eyes. “I’m willing to take the risk. For Cyrus, and for everyone else who has suffered because of my brother.”

Henry felt a surge of gratitude and respect for Miss Carter. “Thank you. With your help, we might just be able to stop him.”

Henry breathed a sigh of relief. He still had some reservations about Carter’s sister helping them. There was always the chance that she was working with him. Though Henry could not imagine what the use of her coming to them would be. Still, he could not pass up on the chance that she might be telling the truth. Only time would tell what would be.

Chapter 27

She took one last look at the sleeping pair before closing the door to their room. After the excitement of last night and into the early morning they had been too tired. It was only five but the twins were already sleeping. She had had no choice but to feed and bath them earlier and now she had the evening stretching out for her.

Going to her room, she took up a Mirneva press book that she had been reading. Try as she might, she couldn’t seem to lose herself in the gothic romance that she usually ate up. Her mind wouldn’t settle.

Knowing that Henry was in his study she decided it might be time to have a talk. She went downstairs and to the door of the library. It was one room she had never been in. When Mrs. Jenkins had shown about, she had left the room out. Smoothing her hands over the skirts of her calico dress she straightened to her full height. She knocked.

“Come in” he called and she opened the door and entered.

The study was decorated with dark wood paneling and shelves filled with books. A large desk sat in the center of the room, papers neatly organized on its surface. The room had an air of quiet sophistication, a place where important decisions were made.

Henry looked up from his work, surprise flickering in his eyes as he saw Annie. “Annie, what brings you here?”

She took a deep breath, gathering her courage. “I thought it was time we had that talk, Henry. There are things we need to discuss.”

The welcoming look that had been on his face changed, a subtle shift that told her what he was going to say even before he did. Her heart sank. It had been days since he had promised they would talk.

“Annie,” he began, his voice gentle but firm, “I know this is important, but there are things I need to handle right now. Can we talk later?”

Annie set her face. “No, Henry you keep telling me we will talk later but later never comes. I need to know why you pulled away from our kiss after the picnic.”

She could see his jaw harden. “And I told you I didn’t have time for it right now.”

“It’s not something that will take a lot of time Henry, just tell me the reason.” she insisted.

He stood up from his desk so abruptly that it startled her. “Annie, I said not now!” His voice was obviously louder than he had intended, and she saw that he immediately regretted it.

Pain slashed through her heart. A lump forming at her throat that even when she involuntarily tried to swallow she couldn’t. Annie took a step back, her resolve wavering but still strong. “Henry, I’m not trying to make things difficult. I just need to understand. Please.”

Henry took a deep breath, clearly trying to calm himself. He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. “It’s not that simple, Annie. There are things you don’t know, things I’m not ready to talk about.”

Annie’s eyes softened, her voice gentle. “Then help me understand, Henry. We’re supposed to be married. I want to be there for you, but I can’t if you keep shutting me out.”

“The kiss was a mistake Annie,” he said softly and Annie felt like the floor had just been snatched from beneath her. “Our marriage should be what we agreed on, one of convenience without the mess of emotions.”

The lump became pronounced. “Mess?” she asked, her voice coming out husky.

“Yes, I don’t need the stress given everything that is going on in our lives right now. Emotions cloud people’s judgement and that’s the last thing I need right now with everything going on. Let’s go back to what we agreed our marriage should be.”

It was a miracle that she was still able to stand. A miracle that she could look him in the eye and keep her head up. As he said those words, as her heart felt like it was tearing apart within her she understood for the first time her feelings.

“I can’t do that, Henry,” she was surprised that her voice came out calm and steady.

He frowned at her, frustration clear in his eyes. “Why not?”

“Because I’m already in love with you,” she stated before she turned and walked out.

*

Shock took all the strength out of him that he sat back down hard on his chair. She loved him! His heart lightened. Despite everything he had just said he couldn’t help but feel elated that she loved him.

He had meant everything. Emotions weakened a man and he couldn’t afford to be weak. But she loved him. God, how had he gotten to be so lucky?

But was it luck? He still mourned Margaret, still felt guilt gnawing inside him. And that was the real reason he hadn’t wanted to have the talk with Annie. The guilt meant one thing. He loved her too.

A part of him had realized it. The same part that had fought it. Yet how could he allow anything more when he was still so confused, when fear gripped him still? He had lost Margaret, what if by loving Annie he lost her too? Would he survive it again?

No, he reasoned, he couldn’t tell her how he felt.

Looking at the papers he had been working on, he tried to get back to it. There was so much to do, so much that needed his attention. Yet he couldn’t concentrate. All he could focus on was her confession.

He closed his eyes and sighed. “Lord, what do I do?” he asked. “How do I move forward?”

With another sigh he stood back up, realizing he wouldn’t be able to do anything tonight. Putting away the papers, he left his study and decided to eat then go to sleep. As he closed the door after him there was a knock at his front door.

He frowned. Who could be coming to see him at this time of night? Tom was the only one who it could be, but Henry knew he had some business to attend to. He went to the front door and opened it.

“Miss Carter,” He was shocked to see her outside his house. “What are you doing here at this hour?”

“I need to talk to you, Mr. Thompson, It’s urgent,” she stated, her face showing her stress and her eyes pleading.

“Emily?” Annie asked and Henry turned to see her standing at the top of the stairs.

“Please,” Emily Carter said. “This is urgent and I’m afraid of what William will do.”

Henry opened the door wider, allowing Emily to step inside. “Come in, Miss Carter.”

Emily hurried in, her anxiety palpable. Annie descended the stairs, her concern evident. “What’s going on, Emily?”

Emily took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “William is planning something terrible. I overheard him talking to his men. He’s going to sabotage your ranch even more, Mr. Thompson.”

Henry had known the other ranch was the source of his problems, but to have Miss Carter confirm me had him grinding his teeth. Why was Bill Carter suddenly coming after him so fervently? It couldn’t be just because he had bought that piece of land. There was still enough land around these parts that was unsettled.

There had to be a reason the man was targeting him, but Henry couldn’t understand it. Why would any reasonable man go to such lengths? What could he have done to Carter to cause such hatred?

*

When she came to the base of the stairs, Annie folded the distraught woman into her arms. “It’s going to be alright, Emily,” she whispered, her voice soothing. “We’ll get through this together.”

Emily clung to Annie, her body trembling with fear and exhaustion. She relaxed into the hug, a sigh of relief escaping her as she allowed it for a few moments before drawing away. She was holding a simple rucksack in her hand.

“Forgive me, Mrs. Thompson,” Emily Carter said as she drew herself together. “I don’t know what got into me.”

Even though the older woman was trying to compose herself, there was still a starkness to her face that told its own tale. Annie perceived that the woman had gone through or found something devastating. Her normally put-together clothing was slightly dishevelled, her hair no longer in a neat braided style. The wisps of gold framing her face gave her a vulnerable aspect that made her beauty somehow grander.

“No need to apologize, Miss Carter, I imagine given the hour something terrible has happened.”

Annie had heard what she had told Henry but from the state Emily was in, she guessed her distress was for something personal. She might have found out her brother’s plans against Henry and the ranch, but something more was upsetting her.

Miss Carter nodded her head, tears once more filling her eyes but she didn’t allow them to fall. “I cannot believe what he has been doing.”

“Come, let me make you a cup,” she said before leading her into the kitchen with Henry following after them.

She led her to sit at the table where they usually ate their meals. Henry sat with her but didn’t say anything as Annie busied herself making the tea. She felt Emily’s eyes on her, felt the stress in tat gaze. She wondered what Emily knew about Carter’s schemes, about the rift that threatened the ranch’s very roots. But Emily’s silence was a fortress, guarding secrets as fiercely as the hills guarded their wildflowers.

As if she was unsure if she could trust Annie and Henry with what she knew. Yet there was a helpless look deep in her eyes that told of helplessness.

Henry sat across from Emily, his gaze steady. His calloused hands rested on the table, a silent promise of protection. He, too, sensed the storm brewing—the fragility of the moment that might leave them in their ignorance with one wrong word.

As Annie poured the tea, the fragrant steam curled upward, weaving threads of warmth. Emily took her cup, wrapping her hands around the cool porcelain. She sipped, tasting the soothing chamomile. Henry just stared at his cup and Annie remembered that he wasn’t a fan of tea.

“Would you prefer some coffee, Henry?” she asked gently, knowing his preference.

Henry looked up, a small smile of appreciation on his face. “Yes, please. That would be great.”

Annie nodded and quickly prepared a cup of coffee for him. As she handed it to him, she noticed the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Thank you, Annie,” he said, taking a sip.

Emily watched the exchange, a faint smile on her lips. “You two make a great couple,” she observed softly.

Annie smiled back, feeling a warmth in her heart. “Thank you.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, tension in the room despite the soothing beverages they were having. She had always found a good cup of tea soothing but it failed to do so.

Emily broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry for coming here so late but I was afraid that William would find out I had been in his drawer and come after me.”

Annie reached out and placed a comforting hand on Emily’s arm. “You did the right thing, Emily. We’re glad you came to us.”

Henry nodded, his expression serious. “We’ll get through this together.” he looked at the bag Emily had brought with her. “Hopefully the information you have found will help us all.”

Taking a deep breath, Emily lifted the bag she had placed beside her chair. She took out a sheaf of papers and placed them on the table. “Yes, as I said, I overheard him talking to his men about what they could do to persuade you to sell the land he wants. He managed to get one of his men here with your new hires, that’s how he managed to destroy your fencing.”

Annie looked at her husband and saw his nostrils flare, his jaw tightening with anger. Henry took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. “So that’s how he’s been getting to us,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “He’s been sabotaging us from the inside.”

Emily nodded, her expression filled with regret. “I’m sorry, Mr. Thompson. I wish I had known about this sooner.”

Henry shook his head. “All things happen in their proper time and place. God had a purpose for it. You did the right thing by coming to us now.”

Annie reached out and placed a comforting hand on Henry’s arm. “We’ll find out who this man is and put a stop to his plans.”

Henry nodded, his resolve hardening. “We need to be careful. We can’t let William know we’re onto him. We’ll gather evidence and make sure we have a solid case against him.”

Emily looked at the papers she had brought. “These documents might help. They detail some of William’s dealings and could be useful in proving his intentions.”

Henry took the papers, his eyes scanning the contents. “This is good, it looks like these are details of his dealings with the illegal elements of our society. We won’t need to gather more evidence, this gives us a fighting chance.”

Annie squeezed Emily’s hand. “Thank you for bringing this to us, Emily. We’ll make sure William’s plans are stopped.”

“I’m hoping there will be justice for Cyrus.”

“Did you find out what happened to him?” Annie asked in a soothing tone.

Annie wasn’t surprised when a choked cry escaped Emily’s lips. She watched as Emily quickly regained her composure, though her face paled even more than when she had first entered the room. Annie took Emily’s hand in hers and squeezed it gently, offering silent support.

“He had a deal that he was negotiating, but he suspected the men would double-cross him, so he sent Cyrus,” Emily began, her voice trembling. The tears started to fall, tracing paths down her cheeks. “He knew the men he was dealing with intended to kill him, but he couldn’t pass up the chance that maybe he was wrong. So he sent my fiancé, as he was disposable to him.”

Annie felt a surge of anger and sorrow. She could see the pain etched on Emily’s face, the betrayal and loss mingling in her eyes. Annie’s heart ached for her friend, for the love and trust that had been shattered.

“Emily, I’m so sorry,” Annie whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She pulled Emily into a hug, feeling the younger woman’s body shake with sobs. “You didn’t deserve this. Neither did Cyrus.”

Emily clung to Annie, her sobs growing louder. “I loved him so much, Annie. And now he’s gone because of a deal that wasn’t even his to make.”

Annie held her tighter, wishing she could take away the pain. “We’ll get through this together, Emily. You’re not alone.” Sympathetic tears were falling down her cheeks at the senseless loss of life. At the fact that a brother would treat someone his sister loved so much with such disregard. What was the world coming to that such things would occur?

In the meantime, Henry was reading over the papers he still held in his hand. The quick, sharp rustle of the pages was the only sound in the now otherwise silent room. His brow furrowed as he scanned the documents, and Annie could imagine his mind racing to piece together the implications of what he was reading.

The more he read, the more she could see his anger and frustration grow. Annie couldn’t believe the extent of the betrayal and the danger that had been lurking so close to their lives. Henry looked up at her and Emily, seeing the pain and sorrow etched on their faces. His eyes hardened, his face becoming like stone and Annie felt a sharp stab of fear.

What had he read in the documents? What would he do about it? William Carter was a danger to their lives and the children, he couldn’t be allowed to continue. And yet fear that he might harm them even more if they went after him wouldn’t leave her. Yet to stand idle and let evil men prevail was a cowardice that her father had taught her never to embrace. And she was sure Henry wasn’t that type of a man. One of the reasons why she loved him.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to steady his emotions. He folded the papers carefully and set them aside, his mind already working on a plan.

“Annie,” he called softly, not wanting to startle her. She met his gaze, her eyes red from crying. “We need to talk about this. There’s more to this situation than we realized.”

What is it?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“Bootlegging,” he answered, much to her confusion. “Carter wants the land because it has the brook, which will make it easier for him to smuggle his liquor.”

Annie’s eyes widened in shock. “Bootlegging? But why our land? Why now?”

Henry sighed, running a hand through his hair. “The brook runs deep and wide, perfect for moving goods without drawing attention. Carter must have realized its potential and decided it was worth the risk. He’s been planning this for a while, and I ruined it by buying the land.”

“Was he using it before you bought it?”

“Yes,” Henry said simply.

Annie felt a mix of anger and fear. “So, all of this… it’s because of some illegal liquor operation? And Cyrus… he was just a pawn in their game?”

At that, Emily bit her lips to stop any sound from coming out. Annie held her hand tighter. There was nothing that she could say. Annie knew loss, not one brought on by death but it was loss nonetheless. She knew that words, while reassuring, were at times useless and brought anger instead of comfort.

Henry nodded, his expression grim. “Yes, and now we’re in the crosshairs. We need to be careful, Annie. Carter won’t stop until he gets what he wants.”

Annie’s resolve hardened. “We won’t let him take the land, Henry. We’ll fight back, whatever it takes.”

Henry reached out and took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “We will. Together.”

“We have to take this proof to the sheriff,” she added, her voice firm with determination.

“Yes…” Henry began, but the sound of hoofbeats interrupted him. Everyone froze, their hearts pounding in unison.

Henry quickly moved to the window, peering out cautiously. The sight of several riders approaching the house sent a chill down his spine. “Stay here,” he whispered to Annie and Emily, his voice tense. “I’ll handle this.”

Annie’s grip tightened on Emily’s hand, her mind racing with possibilities. Who could it be? Friends or foes? She prayed silently for the former. Though she had a strong suspicion her prayer was in vain, their enermy was already at their door. From the look in her eyes, Emily had the same thought.

Chapter 28

He raced up the stairs to his bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest. Henry knew he had to act quickly. He reached the bedroom and went straight to the dresser, pulling out the hidden drawer where he kept his revolver. The cold metal felt reassuring in his hand.

He could hear the muffled voices from outside, the tension escalating. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. This was not how he had envisioned protecting his family, but he was prepared to do whatever it took.

Henry quickly checked the revolver, ensuring it was loaded, and tucked it into his waistband. Opening up his wardrobe, he took out his rifle and loaded it. With one last glance around the room, he headed back downstairs, ready to face whatever awaited him.

As he descended the stairs, he saw Annie and Emily standing together, their faces a mix of fear and determination. He gave them a reassuring nod. “Stay behind me,” he instructed, his voice calm but firm.

Opening his front door, he wasn’t surprised to see the gang of men sitting their horses in front of him. Henry stepped outside, his posture calm but alert. “Can I help you?” he called out, trying to keep his voice steady.

The lead rider, a burly man with a stern expression, dismounted and walked towards Henry. “We’re here to see Carter’s business through,” he said, his tone menacing. “Hand over the papers and the land, and no one gets hurt.”

Henry’s jaw clenched. “You’re not getting anything from us,” he replied defiantly. “This land is ours, and we’ll fight to keep it.”

The man’s eyes narrowed. “You’re making a big mistake, Thompson. Carter doesn’t take kindly to defiance.”

Inside, Annie and Emily listened anxiously, ready to support Henry in any way they could. The tension was palpable, and they knew that the next few moments could change everything.

“You’re under his employ,” Henry stated with that same calm. “I’m not.”

The man’s expression hardened. “You think you can stand up to Carter and walk away unscathed? You’re a fool.”

Henry’s eyes never wavered. “I’m not afraid of Carter or his threats. This land is ours, and we’ll defend it.” He repeated.

The man took a step closer, his hand hovering near his holster. “Last chance, Thompson. Hand over the papers, or we’ll take them by force.”

Henry’s grip tightened on the revolver hidden at his side. “You’ll have to go through me first.”

Annie’s heart raced as she watched the standoff unfold. She knew Henry was brave, but the odds were against them. She silently prayed for strength and guidance, ready to stand by her husband no matter what.

The tension in the air was thick, each second stretching into an eternity. The riders shifted uneasily, sensing the resolve in Henry’s stance. The leader hesitated, weighing his options.

Finally, he sneered. “This isn’t over, Thompson. Carter will get what he wants, one way or another.”

With that, he turned and mounted his horse, the men parted and Henry saw Carter moving forward from among them. His gaze was hard and full of hate as it bored into Henry. Even though fear twisted his guts, Henry knew he could rely on his men to be gathering a defense. There was always someone on watch and he was sure they had seen these riders coming in.

Even with a traitor among the new hires, he knew his permanent workers would be on alert. Carter’s eyes shifted to the women behind Henry and the sneer on his face became more pronounced.

“I always knew you were a good-for-nothing traitor,” he evinced.

“Loyalty is something that goes both ways.” Emily Carter replied her brother, defiance in the tone of her voice.

“I sheltered you under my roof, fed you, the clothes you wear are bought by my money. And now you betray me.”

“Our father’s money,” she corrected, her voice steady and defiant. “I know he left me a share of the ranch even though you managed to forge his will. He gave me a copy of it before he died.”

Carter’s smile was sinister, a sharp twist that had Henry wary. “You think a piece of paper will save you? You’re more naive than I thought.”

Emily came closer until she stood next to him, her eyes blazing with determination. “I’m not naive, William. I’m prepared to fight for what’s rightfully mine. You won’t get away with this.”

Carter’s eyes narrowed, his smile fading. “You’re playing a dangerous game, girl. I’ve dealt with tougher opponents than you.”

She took a step closer, her voice low but fierce. “And I’m tired of being bullied by you. The ranch is my home, and I’ll protect it with everything I have. I will not let you destroy what our father built”

Carter’s expression darkened, his face becoming red in the lamplight that shone over the doorpost. “You think this incompetent will save you from me?” he demanded, gesturing at Henry. “He is nothing, much as you are.”

Henry’s eyes narrowed, but he remained calm. “You underestimate us, Carter. We’re stronger than you think.”

Carter sneered. “Strong? You’re just a bunch of fools clinging to a lost cause. The land will be mine, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”

Annie stepped forward, her resolve unwavering. “We’ll see about that. You may have power and money, but we have something you’ll never understand—heart and determination. We won’t back down.”

Carter’s eyes flickered with a mix of anger and frustration. He steered his horse a step closer, his voice low and threatening. “You’re not much of a man Thompson, letting women answer for you. As I always said, you’re weak.”

“Only a weak man would believe that half the people God made are weak-minded simply because they are women.” Henry countered.

He knew he had to drag this as much as he could to give his men time. Knowing his wrangler, he would have sent a man to ride over to his friend Tom’s ranch. Tom would come with reinforcement and they would easily drive Carter and his hooligans off.

Looking at the men behind Carter, he recognized none of them. Even though he rarely frequented the Carter ranch, all the hands that worked in these parts were a fixture. These men were rough, with hard eyes that looked about with an insatiable hunger. And when they looked at the two women that hunger took on a disturbing quality.

They all had guns, rifles, and revolvers. If they started firing, neither he nor the two women would stand much of a chance. Henry wished he had taken more guns to give to the two. Now the only thing he could do was stall for time and hope Tom arrived soon.

“Carter, you’ve made a lot of enemies around here,” Henry said, his voice steady. “Do you really think you can keep this up without facing consequences?”

Carter’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not worried about a few disgruntled farmers. I have the power and the means to get what I want.”

Henry took a step forward, trying to keep the men’s attention on him. “Power and means don’t make you invincible. You’re playing a dangerous game, and it’s only a matter of time before it catches up with you.”

Carter sneered. “Big words for a man who’s outnumbered and out-gunned.”

Henry’s mind raced, searching for anything that could buy them more time. “You might have the numbers now, but reinforcements are on their way. You won’t win this fight.”

Carter’s expression hardened for a moment, a flicker of manic pleasure crossing his face. “I’m not here for a fight and this won’t last that long.” he stated.

Apprehension knotted Henry’s stomach, a chill racing down his spine, still, his gaze remained unwavering. “Then what are you here for? Why did you invade my home?”

The tension in the air was palpable, each second stretching into an eternity. Henry prayed silently for Tom’s swift arrival, knowing that their survival depended on it.

Instead of answering, Carter once again looked over at his sister. “I know what you did, but taking those papers will do you no good,” he said, his voice dripping with menace. He looked back at Henry before adding, “Any of you.”

A sense of great foreboding settled over him. He felt that same chill run down his spine, only stronger. He could see the malice in Carter’s eyes, the certainty that he held all the cards. But he refused to let fear take hold, he had to stay strong for his family.

Henry’s jaw tightened. “We’ll see about that, Carter. You’ve underestimated us before, and you’re doing it again.”

Carter’s smile was cold and calculating. “You think you can outsmart me? You’re playing a dangerous game, Thompson. And you’re going to lose.”

Annie stepped forward, her voice steady despite the fear he could see tightening the corners of her eyes. “We’re not afraid of you, Carter. We’ll fight for what’s right, no matter the cost.”

Carter’s eyes flickered with a mix of anger and amusement. “Brave words. But bravery won’t save you.”

Henry glanced at Annie, his eyes filled with determination. “We have the truth on our side, Carter. And that’s something you can’t take away.”

The tension was almost unbearable. Henry knew they had to hold out just a little longer. He prayed that Tom and his men would arrive soon, bringing the reinforcements they desperately needed.

But that hope was shattered when Carter backed his horse towards his men. “Get back inside.” He commanded the women knowing that the other man was about to enact whatever threat he had been hinting at.

“Do it,” Carter commanded his men and Henry followed the women into the house, locking the door after him.

“What do you think he’s about to do?” his wife asked, apprehension in her tone and her face pale.

Henry took a deep breath, trying to keep his own fear at bay. “I don’t know, but we need to be ready for anything. Carter’s desperate, and desperate men do dangerous things.”

Annie nodded, her eyes wide with worry. “We need to protect the children. They can’t be caught in the middle of this.”

Henry agreed, his mind racing with possibilities. “Take them to the cellar. It’s the safest place right now. I’ll stay up here and keep watch.”

Unlike most houses, when Henry had rebuilt his house, he had made his cellar accessible from the house. Whatever Carter planned, his family would be safe

Annie hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Be careful, Henry.”

He gave her a reassuring smile, though his heart was heavy with dread. “I will. Now go, quickly.”

As Annie and Emily hurried to gather the children, Henry positioned himself near the window, peering out cautiously. He could see Carter’s men moving around, their intentions unclear but undoubtedly hostile. He prayed that Tom and his reinforcements would arrive soon.

The minutes felt like hours as Henry waited, every sound outside making his heart race. He knew they were in for a fight, but he was determined to protect his family and their home, no matter the cost. Then he smelled the smoke and his mind blanked. He became cold and yet sweat dotted his skin. Once again, he was living his nightmare.

Chapter 29

“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” Annie quoted the verse from Romans as she made her way to the stairs, then she smelled the smoke and froze.

Remembering what had happened just two days back with the barn fire she turned to look at her husband. Annie wasn’t surprised to see him frozen in place, terror on his face.

“Go on,” she told Emily. “I’ll be right with you.”

She raced back down the stairs to Henry’s side. She touched his arm to get his attention. “Henry,” she whispered urgently, snapping him out of his trance. “The smoke… they’ve set something else on fire.”

Henry’s eyes widened as he processed her words. “The house… they’re trying to smoke us out.”

Annie nodded, her heart pounding. “Or burn us with the house. We need to get the children to safety. The cellar might not be enough if the fire spreads.”

Henry took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. “We’ll get them out through the back. Stay low and move quickly,” he looked at her, meeting her gaze. “Go get them.”

Annie raced back up the stairs, her heart pounding in fear. The smell of smoke was growing stronger, and she knew they had little time. Reaching the children’s room, she found Emily trying to get them to leave but they were scared to go with her.

She held her hands out to them and they both rushed to take them. “Come on, we need to go. Stay close to me.” She told them, her voice urgent but gentle.

“What is it, Mama?” Samuel asked, his voice trembling.

Annie hesitated. She wondered if she should tell them there was another fire. Yet there was no way to hide the fact when there had been smoke in the hallway as she had walked it. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice calm and reassuring.

“There’s a fire, Samuel,” she said softly. “But we’re going to be okay. We just need to get outside quickly.”

Samuel’s eyes widened, but he nodded bravely. “Okay, Mama.”

Annie squeezed their hands, leading them out of the room, her mind racing with fear and determination. She could hear the crackling of the fire growing louder, the smoke thickening in the air. “Stay close to me,” she instructed the children, her voice steady despite the panic rising within her.

Emily came after them and when she saw that the hallway was full of smoke, she and Annie exchanged worried looks. Without a word, Emily took Samuel and lifted him into her arms. Annie did the same with Sarah who clung to her with admirable strength. The kind brought on by fear.

The smoke made it hard to see, and hard to breathe. Annie felt her eyes sting and her throat burn as she guided the children through the thickening haze. She could hear their coughs and knew they were struggling too, but she kept moving, determined to get them to safety.

Remembering what the fire marshal back in Texas had taught her, Annie detoured into her bedroom. As the door had been closed, the smoke in the room had not been that much so they had a moment to breath.

“No!” Sarah cried, her hand tightening around Annie when she went to put her down.

“It’s okay,” she tried to soothe the little girl. “I just need to get something to help us breathe.”

“Noooo!” Sarah wailed, her hands becoming even tighter.

“Sarah,” she said with gentle firmness. “I have to hurry so you have to let go. It will only be for a little while, I promise.”

It broke her heart when Sarah started crying as she let go, only there was no other choice. As soon as she no longer had the child in her arms she rushed to her bed and took two blankets. She then went to the water basin that was next to her chest of drawers and wet the blankets.

The crackling sound was growing stronger, the scent of burning wood and smoke filling the air. Annie’s eyes watered, and she struggled to see through the thick haze. She could feel the heat intensifying, the fire consuming everything in its path.

Samuel joined his sister in her crying which was hardly a good idea given how the air was thinning with the smoke. Still, it drove Annie to work faster. With how the smoke was filling the house, they had little time to get out. Yet she knew they would not get far in the smoke without the wet blankets to protect them.

“Here,” she said to Emily. “Wrap this around you and Samuel.” She handed one of the blankets over.

Emily coughed as she took the blanket from Annie and placed it over her head then wrapped it over the the two of them. In the meantime, Annie had taken Sarah back into her arms and Emily had done the same thing.

“Come on, lets go,” she ordered as she made her way to the door. “Hold on to the back of my blanket Emily. The hall is full of too much smoke and I will have to rely on my memory.”

Annie felt Emily’s grip on her back as she exited the room. She didn’t need to say anything more, hoping the need would not arise. With the few sentences she had spoken, she had swallowed some smoke, and her throat felt raw and painful.

She coughed, trying to clear her throat, but the smoke made it difficult. “Stay close,” she managed to whisper, her voice hoarse. The children clung to them, their eyes wide with fear but trusting her to lead them to safety. “Close your eyes Sarah,” she instructed. “Samuel.”

Annie turned to the right when she got out of the room. The smoke in the hallway was thicker, disorienting. She covered her nose with a blanket but the smoke made her eyes water. Yet she knew she had to lead them all to safety.

When she got to the top of the stairs, she could barely see them so she tested their position with her foot. Finding the edge of the top step she sighed in relief. “Stairs,” she told Emily before making her way down.

The sound of the fire was even more pronounced, its light dancing against the walls with deadly beauty. Halfway down, she met Henry on his way up. He still had the colt tucked into his side and the rifle in his hand. The other held a bucket of water.

“Go back up,” he told them, urgency in his voice. “The only way out is through the window in the attic. It’s safer than trying to get through the flames.”

Annie nodded, her heart pounding. She turned then she and Emily hurried with the children back up the stairs, her mind racing. The attic window was their best chance, but it was a risky move. She prayed they would make it in time.

Henry followed closely, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. The heat was intense, and the smoke made it hard to see, but he kept moving, determined to get his family to safety.

As they reached the attic, Henry quickly assessed the situation. “We’ll need to break the window,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Stay back.”

The attic was a spacious, dimly lit room with wooden beams crisscrossing the ceiling. Dust motes danced in the faint light that filtered through the small, grimy windows. Old trunks and forgotten furniture were scattered around, covered in sheets that had turned yellow with age.

The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and memories long past forgotten. Cobwebs clung to the corners, and the floorboards creaked underfoot, adding to the eerie atmosphere. Despite its neglected state, the attic had a certain charm, a quiet reminder of the house’s history and the secrets it held.

Now the fire would soon consume it, erasing all that history. The flames licking at the edges of the attic, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Annie felt a pang of sorrow as she glanced around the room she had never been in. This attic had been a sanctuary, a place where memories were stored and secrets were kept. But now, survival was the only priority. Henry would lose more memories of the wife he still loved.

As the highest room in the house, its air was still clean and they all took deep breaths. Henry used the butt of the rifle to shatter the glass, the sound sharp and jarring. The cool night air rushed in, a stark contrast to the heat inside. He helped Emily and the children climb through the window, guiding them onto the roof.

“Careful,” he warned, his grip steady. “You’ll have to climb down the trellis. It’s sturdy enough to hold us and the fire hasn’t gotten to it yet.”

Through the window, he poured the water down the trellis and onto the ground at its base. Though it would be harder to climb down when wet, it would prevent it from catching fire.

Annie stopped, her heart racing. All of this would be in vain, she realized. As he had said, Carter was rich and powerful. He could get away with trying to burn them alive even with all the witnesses. She had to do something. She watched as Emily helped the children down, one by one, her hands trembling but determined. Henry turned to help her down next but she shook her head.

“Annie?” he questioned his eyes worried and urgent. “Come on, we have little time to escape the house,” he urged.

She shook her head again. “I have to…” without finishing her sentence she turned and dashed to the door of the attic and the stairs behind it.

“Annie!” Henry shouted after her but she continued, running down the stairs.

She couldn’t let Carter win. If the papers, the proof Emily had risked herself to get were burned then it would all be for nothing. With that proof though, they could take it to the grand marshal, who could prosecute Bill Carter for all he had done.

The air was suffocating. She could barely see anything in the thick grey she met at the bottom of the attic stairs. The fire had yet to reach the second floor but the smoke of it was overwhelming. A strong scent of tar seemed to be in the smoke, though Annie could not reason it. Her blanket was still wet but with the increasing heat, she knew it would not be so for long.

She placed her hand to the right wall knowing that when she reached the stairs she would know with the absence of a wall. She rushed on with reckless desperation, her mind set to her task. Covering her nose and mouth with the blanket again, she continued her mission, the seconds dragging as she became unoriented within the gray landscape the house had become.

Still, she stumbled on, intent on her self-appointed task. At last, she reached the top of the stairs and took the first step down. She changed hands to hold the blanket with her right hand and placed the left on the wall to guide her down and hurried on. She heard the rage of the fire as it consumed the wood of the house.

Within the smoke that swirled around her, Annie’s vision blurred, but she pressed on, determined to complete her task. The heat was intense, and the roar of the fire grew louder with each step. She could feel the wall growing hotter under her hand, but she didn’t stop.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she heard Henry’s voice calling out to her, filled with worry and urgency. “Annie, where are you?”

“I’m here!” she shouted back, her voice barely audible over the crackling flames. She clutched the blanket tightly, knowing it was the only thing that could save them now. “Go back, get out of here!”

What was he doing! He had children to take care of. If she died he could still accuse William Carter and maybe get justice. If he died there would be no one to care for the children.

Determined to save him, Annie dashed to the kitchen. She knew the outline of the room enough to know where they had left the papers and the rucksack Emily had brought with her. Annie easily found the papers where Henry had been sitting and the bag beside Emily’s chair.

To put the papers in the bag she had to let go of the blanket she had covering her mouth. Though it stayed on her head she was no longer filtering the smoke. As she coughed she shoved the papers inside. Breathing became harder, and she stumbled, coughing from the smoke. Panic threatened to overtake her, but she forced herself to stay calm. She had to find another way out.

Annie’s vision blurred as the smoke filled her lungs. She could feel the heat intensifying around her, but she knew she had to keep going. With the papers safely in the bag, she put the bag onto her back and then grabbed the blanket again, trying to filter out the smoke as best as she could.

“Annie, hurry!” Henry’s voice cut through the chaos, filled with desperation.

She could see his silhouette through the thick smoke, his hand reaching out for her. Summoning all her strength, she stumbled towards him, each step feeling like an eternity. The flames roared around them, consuming everything in their path. But it all became too much for her and her vision became filled with darkness a moment before she lost consciousness.

Chapter 30

Henry was shocked when Annie raced to the door out of the attic. He couldn’t imagine what she was thinking. Did she have a death wish? Was her heart broken from the fact that when she had confessed her love he had rejected her? After all, she had already been through a betrayal of her love. Who knew what fragility lay behind her suicidal behavior?

“Annie!” Henry shouted after her, but she continued, running down the stairs. His heart pounded as he watched her disappear into the smoke-filled house. He knew he couldn’t leave her behind, but the children needed him too.

“Go,” he instructed Emily, his voice firm. “We’ll follow you soon.”

With a deep breath, Henry raced after his wife. ‘Lord, please don’t let me be the reason I lose another wife.’ he prayed in his heart.

If anything happened to Annie, he would never forgive himself. His failure to save Margaret could be reasoned away, but with Annie, it would be his fault. He had been too cowardly to tell her the truth of how he felt and now he had put her in danger.

Henry plunged back into the house, the heat and smoke immediately assaulted his senses. He could barely see through the thick haze, but he followed the sound of Annie’s footsteps.

“Annie, where are you?” he called out, his voice hoarse. He stumbled through the hallway, his mind racing with fear and determination.

The smoke was so thick that he couldn’t see a breath in front of him but he soldiered on. He had married Annie, she had been a good wife in the short time they had been married. God had given her to him to care for and he would discharge that duty.

There was no doubt in his mind that he would save her, that he would be able to talk her out of whatever she planned. He couldn’t lose her, not now, not ever. His heart pounded with determination as he pushed through the suffocating smoke, calling out her name.

“Annie! Annie, where are you?” His voice was hoarse, but he kept shouting, hoping she could hear him.

Henry found himself at the top of the stairs and thought he heard her voice from down below. He couldn’t make out what she was saying, but just that faint spurred him on. He descended the stairs quickly but carefully, each step bringing him closer to the source of the voice.

“Annie!” he called out, his voice echoing through the smoke-filled hallway. The heat was almost unbearable, but he pushed forward, driven by the need to find her.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he thought he saw her through the haze, running into the kitchen. He followed her, determined to save her from whatever folly she was planning. From his investigation earlier, he knew Carter and his men had lit a fire at the back door leading to the kitchen. There was no way out through it, as there was no way out through the front door.

Finally, he saw her silhouette through the haze, bent over the pile of papers and stuffing them into a bag. She was coughing, struggling to breathe, but she was still moving, still fighting. The heat was now unbearable, consuming the door leading to the kitchen that he stood just before it. He couldn’t pass through it without getting more burns, but Annie with her wet blanket could.

He reached out to her. “Annie, hurry!” His voice cut through the chaos, desperation filling it.

Annie took staggering steps towards him, his heart leapt in his chest as he saw her sway. She was so close, yet the smoke and heat were overwhelming. Henry reached out further, his fingers just out of reach from hers. He saw her cover her face with the blanket she still had over her.

Curling his hands into fists, he willed her to move just that bit more. A few more steps and she would be safe in his arms. Then he would never let her go. He’d tell her how much he loved her, how he had been too stupid to tell her that truth.

But that seemed too much to dream of. The fire roared around them, a relentless force threatening to consume everything. Yet, in that moment, all Henry could think about was Annie. He willed her to take those final steps, to reach him so he could hold her and never let go.

“Annie, please,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Just a little more.”

Instead of heeding his heartfelt plea, she folded to the ground as if she were a doll a careless child had dropped. Time seemed to slow down as he watched her gracefully collapse, her body crumpling in slow motion. His heart clenched with fear and desperation.

“Annie!” he shouted. Forgetting the danger of passing through the inferno of a door unprotected he rushed to her side.

He dropped to his knees, his hands trembling as he gently lifted her. She was barely breathing, her heartbeat a thread that fluttered with desperation only to falter on every other beat. The world seemed to shatter around him, his eyes filled with tears that had nothing to do with the smoke that dried them.

“God, please!” he cried out. “Save her,” he begged as he looked around for a way out. He held her tightly, his heart pounding with heartbreak and love. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Something crashed behind him, he turned to see a beam from the ceiling blocking the door he had just passed through. Looking at the windows, he saw the flames that were already eating the curtains there. The door leading to the back of the house was already afire. Was this the end for them?

Henry’s heart pounded as he surveyed the scene. The flames were closing in, and the heat was becoming unbearable. Was this the end for them? He couldn’t let it be. Not after everything they had been through.

“Annie, stay with me,” he said, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination. He looked around desperately for another way out. The windows were engulfed in flames, and the door to the back of the house was already on fire. They were running out of options.

“Why had I been such a fool?” he thought, his mind racing. Most men were lucky to find a good woman to love, and he had been blessed twice but hadn’t appreciated it. Because of his idiocy, they were both trapped in the burning house.

But he couldn’t give up. Not now. He had to find a way to save them both. He spotted a small window high up on the wall, just big enough for them to squeeze through. It was their only chance.

Lost in his recriminations and plans, it took him a while to hear the hiss of water dousing flame. To hear the shouts of people. He looked towards the kitchen door, his mind freezing with desperate hope. Had he heard what he thought?

“Henry!” Tom, that was his friend!

“Thank you God,” he said out loud as he got to his feet and made his way to the lessening flames at the door. “Tom!” he called back.

“Oh, thank heavens,” his friend shouted back. “Did you find Annie?”

“Yes, she’s with me,” he shouted back amidst the crackling noise of the fire and the continued hiss of water concentrated on his way out.

Somehow though, the lessening of the flames at the door brought with it more heat as the air became scalding. He moved back, looking about the engulfed kitchen as the fire seemed to have a mind of its own. As if it had a heart determined to consume them.

The minutes it took for the people outside to quench the fire before him seemed like an eternity. Each second stretched out, filled with the roar of the flames and the suffocating heat. Henry’s eyes darted around, searching for any sign of escape, but the fire was relentless, closing in from all sides.

“Stay with me, Annie,” he whispered again, his voice barely audible over the chaos. He held her close, shielding her as best as he could from the searing heat. The kitchen was a hellish landscape, the flames dancing with a malevolent life of their own.

Just when it seemed like he couldn’t hold on any longer, a burst of cool air hit them. The men had managed to break through, their buckets splashing water in powerful arcs. The flames hissed and sputtered, retreating under the onslaught.

Henry felt a surge of hope as the fire began to die down. He tightened his grip on Annie, ready to move as soon as there was a clear path. The men worked quickly, their shouts and the sound of sloshing water filling the air.

Finally, the flames were subdued enough for them to make their escape. Henry’s arms tightened around Annie, then he raced through the smoldering wreckage. Stumbling out into the night, the cool air was a blessed relief after the inferno inside.

Henry carried Annie, his heart heavy with uncertainty. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, but he refused to let it break his resolve. Each step felt like a battle against the fear and doubt that threatened to overwhelm him. At some level of awareness, he knew people were talking to him but that didn’t matter. Annie was all that mattered.

He collapsed onto his knees in the grass, gasping for breath. The house behind them was a burning ruin, but they were alive. Henry held Annie close, his heart pounding with relief and gratitude.

“We made it,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. “We’re safe.”

But as he placed her down he felt her heartbeat as threadbare as it had been within the fire. Even out in the fresh air, his wife was not getting better. Her skin was pale, her lips slightly blue and she was barely breathing. Was he still going to lose her?

The night that had just brought hope seemed darker now, as if mourning his impending loss. The stars, usually so bright and comforting, were hidden behind a veil of smoke and sorrow. Henry held Annie close, feeling the weight of his ordeal pressing down on him.

But even in the midst of their despair, he felt a flicker of hope. She had to live. God wouldn’t be so cruel as to get them out of the fire just to take her away from him. They would both survive, and as long as they were together, they could rebuild.

“Hang in there, Annie,” he whispered, his voice filled with despair. “We’re out of the fire. All you have to do is open your eyes.”

“What happened to her?” Tom asked as he came to kneel beside Henry.

He couldn’t do it. As much as he appreciated his friend rallying to his safe he didn’t want him to witness this. Once again he had failed as a husband and his wife was dying. That wasn’t something he needed witnesses for. Without answering his friend, he took his wife back into his arms then got up to his feet.

“Henry,” Tom called after him as he walked away.

He didn’t want to hear it. Whatever his friend had to say, whatever meaningless platitudes he could say, Henry didn’t want to hear them. What did it matter when the woman who had become the center of his world was dying? When he hadn’t even told her how much she meant to him. At least with Margaret, she had known, but Annie would go to her grave never knowing how much he loved her, treasured her.

His steps heavy but sure, he made his way to his stables., His barn was gone, his house almost gone. There were other cottages on his properties, ones that were uninhabited but they were too far. He needed to be alone with his wife, away from prying eyes.

As they approached the stables, the familiar sight brought a modicum of relief. It stood as a beacon of safety amidst the chaos. Henry pushed open the door and gently laid Annie down on a pile of hay, her still breathing shallow but now steady.

“We’re safe now,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “We’ll figure this out together.”

Maybe the scare was over, maybe she would wake up soon and smile at him. He wanted to be looking at her beautiful brown eyes as he told her he loved her. Would they light up with happiness?

“Come back to me Annie,” he whispered in a broken voice. As if to mock him and his plea, she stopped breathing.