Wyoming Lawman. Victoria Bylin

he reached the second page, Sarah’s eyes had drifted shut and her breathing had settled into the rhythm of sleep. He closed the book without making a sound, then went to the kitchen where he reread the letter for Pearl. Satisfied, he folded it into thirds and sealed it.

      As he put the stopper in the ink, he wished he could bottle his feelings as easily. His insides were churning and not only because of Pearl. Tonight he’d dream about Jed Jones and bullets flying at the Silver Slipper. Neither could he forget Jasper Kling and his strong reaction to the Peters kid. No one got away with anything in front of Jasper, not even a crude joke. Matt knew all about men who lived two lives. They did things in the dark they’d never do during the day.

      Jasper had that tendency. So did the other members of the Golden Order. Matt knew how easily a good organization could go bad. Politics had turned the Texas Rangers into the Texas State Police, and not everyone had been honorable. Rather than become part of it, he’d come north with Sarah. They’d done well together, and he hadn’t had nightmares until Jed Jones’s lynching. Since that day, he hadn’t slept more than a few hours at a time. He doubted he’d sleep tonight, but catnaps were better than nothing. Hoping the dreams wouldn’t come, he blew out the lamp and went to bed.

      Chapter Five

      Matt woke up tired but not because of the usual nightmares. Instead of dreaming about Jed Jones or that night in Virginia, he’d been visited by Cinderella. Blue ribbons had graced her hair, and Sarah had called her “mama.” He didn’t know which dreams he found more disturbing. He knew how to deal with shame and darkness. Cinderella’s smile filled him with false hope. As much as Sarah needed a mama, Matt had no desire for a wife.

      Yawning, he threw his legs over the side of the bed, rubbed his jaw and decided not to shave. After splashing water on his face and chest, he got dressed and went to the kitchen to fix Sarah a bowl of mush. As he lit the stove, a cantankerous thing he wanted to shoot dead, he thought of mornings back in Texas, the good days before he’d gotten short-tempered with Bettina. He had his doubts about marriage, but he’d have welcomed bacon and eggs in place of the fare more suited to life on the trail. When he’d ridden with the Rangers, he’d lived on jerky and had been fine. Sarah had taken to calling their morning meal “gruel.” Today he had to agree with her. It looked awful.

      As he filled a chipped bowl, she walked into the kitchen. She’d dressed herself for school, but her hair was a tangle. She chattered mindlessly while she ate, then she fetched her hairbrush and Matt did the best job ever of fixing her braid. Just as Pearl had done, he pulled the hair tight and tied it off fast.

      With Sarah helping, he washed the dishes and put an apple, cheese and good bread from Mrs. Holcombe in her lunch bucket. Sarah picked it up and headed for the door. Matt put Pearl’s letter in his pocket and together they walked to Miss Marlowe’s School. Knowing she had the interview tomorrow, he wanted to hand it to Miss Marlowe himself.

      Still tense from his dreams, Matt enjoyed Sarah’s chatter as they walked. When they arrived at the school, he saw Carrie waiting for her students and waved at her.

      Smiling broadly, she waved back. Matt considered asking her to deliver the letter, but he wanted to do it himself. As he handed over Sarah, he spoke quietly to Carrie. “Is Miss Marlowe around?”

      “Not yet.” Carrie beamed at him. “She’ll be in around noon. Can I help you with something?”

      “No, that’s all right.”

      “Are you sure?” Her eyes clouded with worry. “If it’s about Sarah—”

      “It’s not.” He wanted to keep the letter to Pearl as private as possible. “I’ll catch her later.”

      Carrie’s expression dimmed. “Sure.”

      Matt glanced around for Sarah. She’d joined a group of girls and looked happy today. The move to Cheyenne could have been far worse than it had been. He owed Carrie a great deal for making the move easier. He looked at her now and saw a good woman.

      “Thank you, Carrie,” he said in a quiet tone. “You’ve made things easier for Sarah and I’m grateful.”

      Her eyes sparkled, an indication of how much she loved children. “Thank you, Matt. She’s a wonderful little girl. If there’s anything more I can do, I’d be glad to help. I could take her to buy clothes or teach her to sew. I’d love to…” She kept rambling, but Matt stopped listening. He’d never understand why women talked so much.

      When Carrie paused to catch her breath, he excused himself with a tip of his hat and headed for the sheriff’s office. He pushed through the door and saw Dan looking cantankerous. Matt didn’t bother to sit. His gut told him there had been trouble and he’d be making calls this morning. “What happened?”

      The deputy made a show of rolling his eyes, then he clapped his hand over his heart in a display worthy of the actor playing Romeo. “It was terrible, Mr. Deputy. Just terrrrible!”

      Matt grimaced. “This has to involve Jasper.”

      “Yep.”

      “The Peters kid again?”

      “Nope.”

      Matt propped his hips on his desk. “Spit it out.”

      “You’re not going to believe it.”

      “Try me.”

      “One of Scottie’s girls did some shopping in Jasper’s store yesterday. Only she didn’t buy anything. She just looked.” Dan threw up his hands in mock horror. “She touched a hairbrush. Jasper says he can’t sell it because it’s tainted.”

      “That’s silly.”

      “It gets sillier.” Dan rocked forward in his chair. “I know this girl. Her name’s Katy. She cleans the saloon because it’s the only work she can get. Her husband died, and she wants to go back to Indiana. She’s saving for train fare.”

      A ticket to Indiana wasn’t cheap, but Matt knew the stationmaster. Maybe he could get the girl a bargain. He went to the potbelly stove in the corner and poured himself coffee from an enamel pot. “What does Jasper want?”

      “For us to arrest her.”

      “On what charge?”

      “He didn’t say, and I didn’t ask.” Dan shook his head. “I figured you’d have better luck with him.”

      “Thanks,” Matt said drily.

      His friend flashed a grin. “That’s what you get for being new around here.”

      “It’s been two months.”

      “I’ve got seniority. That means I don’t have to deal with Jasper and you do.”

      Matt swallowed the dregs of the coffee, then put down the cup. “As my mama used to say, there’s no time like the present.”

      As he headed for the door, Dan called after him. “Good luck. You’ll need it.”

      With the sun in his eyes, Matt walked the four blocks to Jasper’s store. Merchants opened their doors and bid him good morning. Wagons rattled by and drivers nodded in greeting. In the time he’d been in Cheyenne, he’d made a point of getting to know people. They talked to him. They trusted him. To stop the rash of violence, he’d need those eyes and ears on every corner.

      As he approached Jasper’s shop, Matt passed the display window where he saw wares from back east. Jasper changed the merchandise often, and today Matt saw women’s hats, lace gloves and hankies. No wonder Katy had stopped to browse. Matt went inside and sauntered down the aisle, taking in the assortment of whatnot. The clutter irritated him, but Sarah would have been enchanted by the pretty things.

      “Good morning, Deputy.”

      Matt turned to the counter where he saw Jasper. What the shopkeeper lacked in height, he made up for in fancy clothing. Today he was wearing a green-and-yellow plaid vest,