Montana Groom Of Convenience. Linda Ford

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Название Montana Groom Of Convenience
Автор произведения Linda Ford
Жанр Исторические любовные романы
Серия Big Sky Country
Издательство Исторические любовные романы
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of home she deserves.”

      “And you’d do what?”

      “Look for a job. Maybe head to Texas and get on another cattle drive.”

      Carly sat up tall and straight. She would not let anyone guess at how this information troubled her. She could live with a man who cared nothing about feelings. Suited her just fine. But a wandering one? How would that meet Father’s requirements? She had no wish to be saddled with an absent husband and a father who believed an able-bodied man was necessary in order for her to keep the ranch.

      She knew Annie watched her and guessed at her worry. Again, she smoothed her expression, wanting to hide her feelings from her friends. Soon she’d be as good as Sawyer at revealing nothing.

      Perhaps Hugh understood the situation as well for he asked another question. “Once you marry and Carly takes on Jill’s care, what’s to stop you from heading for Texas and leaving her to carry the load on her own?”

      “I won’t. I give my word. I keep my word.” A beat of heavy silence met his answer.

      Carly knew Annie and Hugh were thinking the same as she. How were they to know if they could trust him?

      “A man is only as good as his word.” Sawyer’s voice rang clear.

      Carly was convinced. Or perhaps, she admitted, she wanted to believe him so they could proceed with their plan.

      Hugh continued. “I can’t marry the two of you without knowing what your religious beliefs are.”

      Carly looked at Sawyer. Another question she should have asked.

      Not a muscle twitched anywhere on him. Nothing about his expression changed. He was very good at hiding his feelings. If, indeed, he had any. She couldn’t be sure he did at this point.

      “I believe in God,” he said when he realized Hugh would not go on without an answer.

      Hugh gave a mirthless laugh. “Perhaps you could tell me what you believe about God. Who is He to you?”

      * * *

      The preacher’s question snaked through Sawyer. He had long ago stopped thinking about God. He couldn’t say when it had happened. “My mama taught me that God loves me.” A rush of long-forgotten memories swept over him. Mama reading the Bible and praying. She’d loved God and yet God had let her and Johnny perish in the fire. How could he trust a God like that?

      “How would you describe your relationship to God?” the preacher asked.

      Sawyer understood the man on the other side of the desk was reluctant to marry Carly Morrison to a stranger and would leap on any reason to refuse. This would be the reason if Sawyer let it be.

      He couldn’t lie, not even to gain the preacher’s approval. As he said, a man was only as good as his word and once that was gone, so was honor and self-respect. It was about all he had left that mattered to him. And now the responsibility of his little sister.

      “I believe in Jesus Christ, God’s only Son, our Lord, who was crucified, died and was buried. He descended to the dead. On the third day, he rose again.” The words rolled off his tongue as he said them from memory. But when had they been committed to his memory? Who had taught him those words? The answer was simple. His mama had taught them to him long ago and they had lain dormant in his brain until he needed to recall them. Thank you, Mama.

      “Are you a believer?” the preacher asked.

      The preacher hadn’t been specific about what Sawyer believed in. He believed in lots of things. Doing a job to the best of his ability. Never quitting until the task was done. Being kind to children, women and animals. Keeping one’s word. And of course, a God who ruled the world. “Yes.”

      Preacher Arness dropped his hand to the desktop. “I’m still not convinced this is the right thing to do.” He pondered in silence a moment, then brightened. “Sawyer, perhaps there are things you want to know about Carly before you commit yourself to spending the rest of your life with her.”

      He knew marriage was forever but to hear it in those terms—the rest of your life—gave him pause. Between them, Jill swung her legs. Her hands moved restlessly. He knew the signs. His little sister had about reached the end of sitting still and that could lead to all sorts of unwanted events.

      Just then, the door leading to the living quarters creaked open and a small boy peeked through the opening. “Mama, I finished the picture.” The lad looked about the room. “Hi, Auntie Carly.”

      “Hi, Evan.” Carly turned her gaze to Sawyer. “This is Annie and Hugh’s son. Why not let Jill play with him while we finish up here?” She had no idea what she suggested. She couldn’t begin to know what disasters Jill was capable of.

      But Jill had already gotten to her feet and pushed past Sawyer. He caught her arm and stopped her. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

      Jill favored him with a scowl fit to curdle his stomach.

      “Evan would like that, wouldn’t you?” Mrs. Arness said. “We can leave the door open so we can see them.”

      Jill squirmed from Sawyer’s grasp and followed the woman into the other room.

      The two children sat in plain view with an assortment of toy animals between them. A small dog flopped down beside them and Jill began to pet it. The preacher’s wife returned to sit by her husband.

      Sawyer tried to relax but it was impossible. Every muscle in his body tensed, ready to react to whatever might occur.

      “Now back to the business at hand,” the preacher said. “You were wondering about Carly.”

      He wasn’t but Sawyer let the assumption go unchallenged.

      “I don’t know what she’s told you so I’ll provide a few details. Carly is nineteen years old.”

      Sawyer nodded. He would have guessed her older than that but her age made no difference to him. At least she wasn’t forty.

      The preacher went on, “She’s a believer. She lives on a small ranch four miles southeast of town along with her father. Mr. Morrison was injured in a wagon accident a few weeks ago. Doc says his leg will never mend properly. Carly’s been doing most of the work around the place since even before her father’s accident but he has never let her handle their big Clydesdale.”

      “He’s too much for a wee lassie like you.”

      Sawyer knew by the strong brogue with which Carly said the words that she quoted her father.

      Preacher Hugh leaned back. “There’s lots more to know about her. And I know there’s lots more to know about you. Why not spend some time learning about each other and come back in a few months to get married?”

      “I don’t have a few months. I don’t need to know more.” Carly’s opinion was clear.

      “I see no reason to delay.” The sooner Sawyer got Jill settled into a permanent home, the better he’d like it.

      Carly planted her fists on her knees. “Nor do I.”

      “You’ll need your father’s permission.”

      Sawyer knew the preacher was stalling.

      Carly bolted to her feet. “He can’t ride but I’ll go ask him.”

      The preacher and his wife exchanged looks and grinned. Hugh got to his feet. “I think I better be the one to talk to him.” He grabbed his hat and headed for the door. “Annie will serve you tea.”

      “Wait,” Carly said. “At least let me write him a note.” She grabbed paper and pencil and hurriedly wrote down some words. She folded the paper and handed it to Hugh.

      Sawyer didn’t fancy the idea of spending the afternoon in the company of two women. “Can’t you just marry us and be done with it?” He congratulated himself at keeping any annoyance