Chapter Four
T he tick-tick of the wall clock echoed like a ghost in the darkness, marking the minutes and chiming the hours as the void of midnight deepened and with it her despair. The papers shed dug through every corner of Kols big rolltop desk to find lay like black moldering leaves on the kitchen table, rustling whenever the wind gusted, bringing with it cold from the north.
Rain came with the first shadows. Icy rain that shot from the black-gray sky to pummel at the siding and strike through the windows and wrestle with the maples in the yard outside. Their limbs scraped the leaves and made it seem as if the trees moaned in anguish.
Her heart made the same sound, locked deep in her chest where no one could hear it. As rain sluiced off the roof to plink in the flower beds at the house footings and smeared the polished floor to puddle at her bare feet, she couldnt move. Like a stick of wood she sat there, the mist from the droplets spilling through the sill. The moisture dampened her face, stained the front of her work dress and crept up the hem of her skirt.
Maybe, if she stayed still enough, the space between one breath and the next could stretch forever. Then maybe time would forget to move forward. The clocks pendulum would freeze. The next hour would not chime. The night would not end. The dawn could not come.
Shed rather remain in this emotionless night where her soul would not have to endure another lethal wound. Another loss so unthinkable she would not survive it.
But her heart beat, her lungs drew in air and the clocks echoing tick pounded through her, loud and unstoppable. The rain turned to mist and fog as the dark became shadow, and the shadow twilight, and the twilight dawn.
A shadow lengthened on the floor, a shade darker than the room.
Rayna? Daniels voice. His big, awkward hand gripped her shoulder.
That was not the halo of the sun behind the horizon. She would will it back if she had to.
The shadow knelt beside her, warm substance of a man pulling her from her numb cold state as the crest of the sun peered over the rim of the prairie, the distant slate-blue hills topped by gold and peach.
The world seemed to take a breath as the dawn came and tender, newborn light painted the land, illuminating the miles upon miles of downed wheat, sodden and defeated.
Nothing of the harvest could be saved. Not even the stalks could be salvaged for straw.
Her sorrow was reflected in Daniels eyes. On his face. His hair was a pleasant dark brown, from farther away it had appeared black, and tangled from a night in the wind and rain.
The harsh, square cut of his hard jaw was stubbled with a nights growth. His mouth was a severe line that did not yield as he turned from the endless acres of desolation. His boots squeaked on the wet floorboards as he straightened. His grip remained.
Even with my losses, I can afford to lease your fields. You should be able to keep your house.
The warm, steady grip of his hand on her shoulder remained, so different from Kols. Heat radiated through her cold shoulder and into her arm. Into her torso. Dawns light spilled through the window, too bright after a night of utter darkness and it thawed her, too. The clock marked the hour, chiming in a pleasant dulcet tone five times.
Morning was here and time marched on. Shed not been able to hold it back, of course. Somehow she had to find the steel to face the decisions she must make. Decisions that would break her. She could already feel the cracks, little fissures in her soul, splintering like ice melting on a shallow pond.
She turned to Daniel, but he was gone. She hadnt been aware of his hand leaving her shoulder or his strong masculine presence moving away. Alone, she shivered, only now feeling the coolish air skimming across her damp face. Goose bumps stood out on her forearms.
The iron door of the stove clacked into place. She recognized the rapid crackle and snapping of dry kindling feeding a new flame. Daniels boots knelled on the floor and the ring of his gait echoing in the still room was all wrong. Too quick, too assertive, not the easygoing thud of Kols gait.
Hes gone, Rayna. She knew that. Logically she accepted she would never again hear Kols shoes drumming the length of her kitchen floor. The air around her turned to ice, leaving her chilled and aching for the morning routine that had marked the beginning of nearly every day for fifteen years.
How he would come up behind her, wrap his brawny arms around her waist and tickle the crook of her neck with his full beard. She would laugh, spinning in his arms to eagerly accept his kiss and forgetting about the frying eggsand remembering just in time to save them from charring.
Rayna? It was Daniels voice again, deep with concern. Ive got the coffee on. Are these the milk pails by the pantry door?
Morning was here, and so the morning chores would need to be done, regardless of what was to come. While its good of you and neighborly, the cows are my concern. Not yours. You have chores of your own, I imagine.
Theyre already done. You werent the only one unable to sleep. Im betting half the ranchers in Bluebonnet County didnt get as much as a wink last night.
The bucket handles clinked and clattered over the punch of Daniels gait. The screen door hinges squeaked as it was opened and banged shut with a wooden slap. Morning light found him, the golden rays laying a path before him as he cut across the lawn. The carpet of grass, with rain droplets heavy on a thousand delicate blades, gleamed like jewels in the sun.
As if there was hope to be found on this day to come. What hope would that be? Rayna wondered as she rose from the chair, wincing at her stiff knees and hips. Her muscles burned with yesterdays hard labor in the fields, and the raw blisters on her palms had her jaw clenching.
Anger roared through her like hot, greedy flames, burning her up in one bright moment. She was at the stove in a second, not aware shed crossed the room, huffing with a rage so intense it blurred her vision. Made her feel ten feet tall. How could Kol have done this to her? To their sons? They were nearly penniless. And mortgaged to the full value of their land.
She banged the fry pan on the stove, but the ringing bang gave her little satisfaction. She huffed down into the cellar and pounded back up the wooden steps, flinging the hunk of salt pork, the last that they had, onto the worktable. I trusted you, Kol. I trusted you to provide for us. Dont worry, you always said. I will take care of my precious wife.
She wouldnt have believed what hed done if she hadnt seen the papers for herself. Notes on the livestock and buggy. And of all things, a mortgage on their land. Their homestead. Earned free and clear through their hard work together. And hed encumbered it without telling her.
Im so mad at you, Kol Anders Ludgrin. Never once had he mentioned any debt. And to think there was so much of it! She lobbed the basket onto the counter and watched in horror, her anger vanishing, as the eggs inside rolled and knocked together. Fissure cracks raced through the delicate shells. The clear gel inside oozed out, bringing the stain of yellow yolk.
What was she doing, getting worked up into a rage at a dead man? She wished Kol were here so she could give him an earful. She wished for the strong breadth of his chest, the sheltering band of his arms, the way any hardship seemed bearable with the capable strength of his hand tucked against hers.
One thing was for certain. She was not done dealing with Daniel Lindsay. She found him in the barn, hunkered down on her little three-legged milking stool. He was humming the chorus of some song shed never heard of, but she liked the sound of it, she realized with surprise.
One thing was for certain. She was not done dealing with Daniel Lindsay. She found him in the barn, hunkered down on her little three-legged milking stool. He was humming the chorus of some song shed never heard of, but she liked the sound of it, she realized with surprise.
Moll, the gentle-natured Jersey, crunched on a generous helping of corn and molasses, at ease, her weight cocked on three legs as her great jowls worked. The gentle-eyed cow turned to her and mooed a low, sweet welcome.
Daniel fell silent as he became aware of her presence. His wide shoulders tensed as he continued to work, one cheek resting against the cows soft brown flank. He looked gargantuan, balanced on the tiny stool, and far too accomplished as he stripped long streaks from the cows full udder.
With the sunlight slatting through the cracks in the weathered board walls and highlighting the capable set of him, the sight took Raynas breath away. Daniel Lindsay was so different a man than Kol had been. Tall and tough and distant, instead of round and gregarious and jolly.
Daniel seemed like a man who neither smiled nor laughed often.
Yet he was not harsh, she decided, remembering his tenderness last night when hed bandaged her hands.
She unhooked the gate. You should not be doing my work, Mr. Lindsay.
Are you going to warn me off your chores? Too late. He unfolded his big frame, hefting the nearly full pail with ease. How about we barter my labor for breakfast?
Rather forward, arent you? Helping yourself to my chores and inviting yourself to my table? She couldnt help the words. They came harder than she meant, but seeing him here reminded her of how her life had changed. And life wasnt done altering on her.
Not by far. I suppose I could fry up a few eggs for you.
Thatd be fine, Mrs. Ludgrin. Ill be up to the house shortly.
Give me the milk then, and Ill add some fresh biscuits to our deal. Im sure well have much to discuss. She reached over the wooden gate with her bandaged hands. Dried blood had seeped through the white cloth.
Daniels stomach clenched. She was too fragile for the hard work this land required.
But Rayna Ludgrin did not complain, she simply took the full bucket he handed over, steaming in the cool air and frothy with foam. The sweet scent of milk was nothing compared to the fragrance of hera womans soft, warm smell and lilacs. She smelled like spring. Why that made his eyes burn, he couldnt rightly say.
He seemed to tower over her, the small thing she was, as she handled the heavy pail as if it were light as air. For one span of a breath, only the distance of the wooden gate separated them. He was close enough to see the deep hue of the dark circles bruising her delicate skin, making her blue eyes seem huge in her pale face.
Sympathy hit like an anvil on his chest and he turned away, not sure of the tangle that seemed to coil up behind his breastbone. A tangle of emotions that he wasnt familiar with at all. But they were powerful and he didnt know what to do.
He grabbed the pitchfork and went to work, keeping busy until the dainty pad of her step had disappeared into silence and he was alone with the livestock.
The cow gripped his trouser leg with her teeth and gently tugged. Her grain trough was empty. She waited, her long tail swishing while he took a deep breath to fill his lungs. But the coil in his chest remained.
He snatched a battered dipper and dropped another pile of grain into the wooden tray for the cow who released her hold on his trousers, mooed in gentle appreciation and lipped up the sweet-tasting treat.
The cow in the next stall gave a long, sharp protest. He knew what to do about thathe grained her, milked her, which kept him busy enough that he didnt have to pick apart what was troubling him. He had plenty enough of that as it was. His crop was a total loss that would set him back a year in more than just profit. Wind damage to the fences and outbuildings would cost him in lumber and sweat. He had enough of his own concerns.
He didnt need to add Rayna Ludgrins problems to his already heavy load.
He wanted her land. It was as simple as that. He was willing to pay her a fair price. Good wheat land was hard to come by on these stubborn plains. It was as if the prairie fought to take back the land it had lost, and it was a constant battle for the average rancher. Montana was a hard enemy, but he was equally tenacious. The wind blew colder through the open barn doors, cutting through his long-sleeved work shirt as if in challenge.
It would be a hard go of it.
Daniel eyed the tight-hewn timbers overhead and the loft brimming with soft hay. The feed room was nearly empty, save for a hundredweight bag of grain that wouldnt see the Ludgrin livestock far into the month. There was enough hay for feeding and straw for bedding to see the animals through the autumn, judging by the size of the stacks he could see out back.
But the winter? No. More feed would have to be bought.
The workhorses were in good shape, young and strong and healthy. The cattlehed have to take a ride out in the fields to get a good look; see if theyd bring a good enough price this late in the year.
He leaned the pitchfork in the corner, out of the way, and took a moment to look around. Hed learned long ago to see beyond the surface of things, so it was no trouble to purge the soggy-brown mess of the ruined crops from the acres of fields.
Yep, that was a mess now, but all a man had to do was to turn the sod before winter set in and these would be good fertile fields to sow come spring. Fields he wanted. A good water supply, even a running creek most of the year. Hed been up half the night working out the numbers on his old school slate and he knew he could just manage it.
It all depended on what those papers on Raynas table said. Bank notes. He couldnt read, but he knew a mortgage note when he saw it. And judging by the number of pages, more than just the property was encumbered.
But, if Rayna was willing and her asking price was reasonable, this could be his. Sure, it would take hard labor to turn the soil, to plant and harvest one hundred and sixty acres in addition to his own bottom land that kept him busy as it was. Hed be working from dawn until midnight for a good part of the next year. That was a formidable prospect, but the gains would be worth it.
Hell, hed come this far already. He might as well see if he couldnt improve his circumstances.
Daniel straightened his shoulders as the tepid rays of dawn washed over him, bright but without warmth. His shadow stretched out before him, long and wide, on the ground littered with wheat chaff blown from the fields by last nights heartless wind. Ground that would be his?
I sure hope so.
Determination turned his spine to steel. A little hard work was all it would take. He wasnt afraid of hard work. It was the only kind he knew. What he didnt like was that his future hinged on a womans decision.
Shed already agreed hed have first option for the land. But did the banks mortgage cancel that? Or would she be able to keep her word if a better offer came from one of the other neighbors?
There she wasa blur of dark blue calico and matching sunbonnetvisible through the slats of the chicken pen. She emerged from the coop with a basket on her arm. She was obviously egg gathering. Hens clucked and pecked at the scatter of feed on the dirt and squawked angrily when the snap of her dress startled them.