A Baby For Christmas. Linda Ford

hooves and the wheels. Some of it drifted into the coach. Was she comfortable enough?

      He’d have to wait until their first way station to ask.

      He settled back into the saddle and drank his fill of the scenery. It felt good to be in the open again, riding horseback. That was his life now—a free-and-easy cowboy about to start his own ranch. It would mean lots of work. Hours of riding. Cattle to buy and move. Horses to break. Meat to hunt.

      And no one to worry about but himself. He liked that. Back in Rocky Creek he was reminded of the futility of worrying about others. He’d asked around for details on Gordie’s death. No one had been charged with his death, even though it seemed likely he’d been murdered. The last person seen with him had been Vic. It was enough to convince Nate that Vic had something to do with Gordie’s death. Nate had worried when his friend had joined up with Vic. He’d tried to convince Gordie it wasn’t wise. Rather than continue to argue with his friend, he’d left. Every year when he visited, he’d sought out Gordie and tried again to persuade him to leave, to follow him to Eden Valley Ranch and get work.

      Every year he’d failed and left. All his worry and concern had achieved nothing. Better to be free and easy. To move forward, not back, not even glance over his shoulder at what might have been.

      The stage hit a hole in the trail and jolted from one side to the other. The occupants clutched at the leather handholds to keep from being tossed from their seats. Sure didn’t look comfortable to Nate. He’d sooner ride a horse any day.

      He’d taught Louise to ride. Not that she’d never been on horseback before she moved to Rocky Creek, but she’d never ridden astride at full gallop across a field.

      Ma had heard of it and scolded Nate royally. “She’s a young lady. Have some regard for her safety and reputation.”

      It was a warning he meant to heed but Louise had ideas of her own and had continued to follow him and Gordie around, insisting she could do anything they did. Mostly she could.

      No longer. She could barely waddle. Wouldn’t she pitch a fit if he pointed it out to her?

      At least he was doing what he could to protect her reputation with this pretend marriage, and at the same time keep her safe from Vic.

      He glanced around, studying every bush and boulder, looking for someone lurking after them. He saw no one. Had Vic given up on his quest to have Louise and Missy? And the baby? Nate’s jaw protested at how hard he clamped down on his teeth. Imagine selling a baby! The mere thought made his insides twist. Best for Vic if he stayed away.

      But would Vic give up so easily? One part of Nate thought Vic would move on to easier prey, especially after Nate had tossed him into the street. But another part thought Vic didn’t like to admit defeat.

      Nate rode around a rut dug in the trail by wagon wheels during a rain. The stage wasn’t able to miss it and lurched from side to side again.

      Nate fell back and to the side. From his position, he could see Louise without her noticing unless she looked over her shoulder.

      Her face was pinched and pale, her eyes closed, her mouth a thin line.

      The ride had to be most uncomfortable in her condition. Maybe she was regretting this decision.

      He kept his position as they continued, watching with growing concern. He might have lost his right to ask God for favors by vowing falsely, but somehow he knew that wasn’t true. How many talks had Bertie given back at the ranch as they gathered in the cookhouse for Sunday services? He’d said God never gave up on people. God, don’t give up on me. I know what I did was wrong, marrying with no intention of staying married. But I did it for Missy, Louise and her baby. I’m still concerned about them. Please help me get them safely to the ranch.

      They came to the first way station to change horses.

      The driver called, “Folks, time for a quick break, but be late getting aboard and be left behind.”

      The threat of being left behind in this desolate place would make all of them hurry. There was only a crude barn, a set of corrals for the horses and a dugout home for the bewhiskered man who sauntered over to help with the animals.

      Nate dismounted, led his horse to water, then made haste to help the ladies down.

      Missy hurried to the well to drink her fill of water.

      Nate pulled Louise’s hand around his elbow to rest on his arm. When she leaned heavily on him, he dipped his head to study her face. Was she gritting her teeth? “Are you okay?”

      She nodded, then worked her jaw loose. “I need a drink and to stretch my legs.”

      He filled a dipper and she gulped back three swallows, then stopped and handed the dipper back with a word of thanks. He again pulled her hand around his arm as they walked along the dusty path.

      She stopped at the corner of the corrals and leaned on a post.

      “You sure you’re okay? It’s not too late to change your mind.”

      She turned on him, pierced him with a sharp look. “Are you suggesting I go back? And do what? Fight Vic? Do you really think I’d stand a chance against someone so despicable and sneaky?”

      “I was only thinking of you. We’ve just been gone a few hours and you already look exhausted.”

      She drew herself upright, no longer leaning on the post. All hint of tiredness had been erased from her demeanor. “I am only thinking of my baby.”

      Their gazes held, hers full of fury and determination, his, he supposed, full of resignation. “Put that way, I guess you have no choice but to cowboy up.”

      “Cowboy up?”

      “Means you do what is hard instead of moaning about it.”

      She nodded. “Exactly what I mean to do.”

      He grinned. “Awfully good to see there is some spark left in you.”

      She rumbled her lips. “I might lose my spark, but I’ll never lose my fight.” Her hands pressed to her stomach and he understood she would fight whatever enemy threatened her baby.

      “You won’t fight alone.” Although she’d made it clear this was Gordie’s baby, he felt more than a little concern for the little one’s safety. “I’ll make sure all three of you get to Eden Valley Ranch.”

      Her gaze burned a path through his thoughts as if she didn’t believe him. Didn’t trust him.

      Why would she think that? He’d never done anything to give her reason to doubt his word. “You don’t trust me. Why?”

      Her reply was cut off by the coach driver. “Folks, get aboard unless you want to stay here.”

      Louise hurried back to the coach with Nate on her heels. He knew he wasn’t wrong in thinking she was grateful she didn’t get a chance to answer his question.

Chapter Five

      Louise sat in the coach wishing it didn’t have to move. The constant swaying made her seasick. The jolting from side to side brought on spasms in her stomach muscles. But with a gentle bounce they were on their way once again. She hung on to the leather strap and tried to think of something besides her stomach.

      Nate was right. She didn’t trust him. But what purpose would be served in admitting it? As to her reasons, they were too numerous and too convoluted to tell. Throughout her life she’d had no evidence she could trust anyone.

      Not even God? her conscience accused her.

      There were times she trusted Him. Like when she’d told Gordie they were going to have a baby. She’d been thrilled at the thought of another little Porter in the family. Gordie had seemed to enjoy the idea, too.

      But then Gordie had been killed. It was hard