Wolf Creek Wedding. Penny Richards

both started to speak at once.

      “Ladies first.”

      “It’s just that something’s wrong,” she said, her blue eyes worry-filled. “I can tell. Did Ben—”

      Caleb’s first thought was that it was amazing that she could read his mood after less than two weeks, something Emily had never been able to do. “Ben’s done nothing that I know about.”

      “Then what?”

      He drew a deep breath, crossed his arms over his chest and plunged. “There’s gossip in town.”

      “Gossip? About what?”

      “Us. It seems Sarah VanSickle and some of the others in town think it’s morally indecent for us to be living in the same house.”

      “But I go to church with Sarah,” Abby said, as if the statement would negate the whole affair.

      “If that old battle-ax is a Christian, I want no part of it.”

      “None of us is perfect, Caleb, and you’d do well to think twice about throwing out the baby with the bathwater.”

      Though she said the right thing, in her heart, she wanted to go to Sarah, confront her about her vicious character attacks and demand an accounting. Had the spiteful woman given any serious thought to her actions? Did she have any idea of the harm she was causing two innocent people—even more if you considered the children? Abby blinked back the sting of tears. As much as she might want to confront her accuser, she knew she wouldn’t.

      A sudden thought occurred to her. “Caleb, we aren’t living in the same house! If we make that clear, everyone will understand.”

      Caleb set the towel-wrapped bread in the pie safe, rested his elbow across its corner and regarded her with angry gray eyes. “Believe me, that was the first thing I pointed out to Mary and Bart, but they reminded me that a trifling thing like the truth does not matter one bit to Sarah. As a matter of fact, she’s notorious about never letting facts get in the way of her maliciousness.”

      Abby cradled her hot cheeks in her palms. While the unwarranted accusations infuriated Caleb, the tears swimming in her eyes said she was more hurt and embarrassed than angry. He thrust his hands into his front pockets and stared out the window at the darkness, wondering what he could do to fix the mess they found themselves in.

      “Do you think there are other people in town who feel the same way?” she asked.

      He shot her a look that said he couldn’t believe her naïveté. “Count on it.”

      “Well, then, I’ll leave first thing in the morning,” she said firmly, as if the decision would put an end to the whole matter.

      “You will not!”

      Shocked by his vehemence, she shook her head and said, “It’s the only thing we can do. My reputation is at stake. So is yours.”

      “I’m not worried about my reputation,” he said, a muscle in his lean jaw tightening. “People have been talking about the Gentrys for years. But I am concerned about you. And I’m very concerned about my daughter.”

      He took a breath and let it out slowly, as if he were trying to release the tension holding him. The fierce look in his eyes softened a bit as they met Abby’s. “Look, we’ve already been through all this and decided this is the best way.”

      “But that was before Sarah’s accusations.”

      “I understand, but we don’t need to let her wreck a perfectly good partnership. Why don’t we both sleep on it tonight. Things always look better in daylight. Maybe we’ll dream up some way to resolve things that even Sarah VanSickle can’t argue with.”

      Chapter Four

      Abby lay quietly in her bed, the covers clutched in her fists, and tried to keep from flipping and flopping and waking Ben, who slept beside her. Though Sarah VanSickle’s reputation as an inveterate gossip preceded her, the fact that Abby herself was now bearing the brunt of that hatefulness was a definite shock. The situation with Caleb was not what she would have chosen, but there was no denying that the opportunity to get her life in order had come along at a perfect time, and had seemed like the answer to her prayers. But if that were so, why was it being jeopardized by senseless gossip?

      Dear God, what am I to do?

      God was silent.

      The faint fingers of dawn were poking through the window when she finally drifted off to sleep, tears of hopelessness drying on her cheeks as she faced the only moral decision possible. As much as Caleb might dislike her decision, as soon as she could gather her things, she was going back to her own farm.

      With or without his daughter.

      * * *

      Being a man who preferred action, Caleb paced the path from the bunkhouse to the house over and over. He vacillated from self-pity over Emily’s death and his current situation to fury at Sarah VanSickle for making an already bad situation worse. He wasn’t sure why he was so surprised by the unexpected turn of events. Hadn’t he always been the one saddled with the responsibility of doing the right thing?

      As the older son of Lucas Gentry, it had fallen to Caleb to follow in his father’s footsteps, while Gabe played the spoiled, pampered son. Though both boys were required to work the farm, more often than not, Gabe’s contribution had been to keep everyone laughing at his jokes and antics, while Caleb was expected to toe the line and pick up the slack left by his younger brother. Caleb was the one who worked the longest hours and took the tongue-lashings and razor strap beatings, the one forced to learn farming from the ground up, including how to manage the soil and take care of the books. His father’s demands left no time for fun, something Gabe enjoyed to the fullest.