The Marriage Barter. Christine Johnson

do the job and get out. No emotional attachments. He couldn’t afford them if he was ever going to get to San Francisco. “That’s not my problem. I’m just upholding the law, the same as you.”

      The sheriff grunted. “Guess that’s one way of looking at it.”

      “Do you have another way?” Wyatt snapped.

      “Like I said, only married couples can take in orphans.”

      Wyatt didn’t miss the emphasis on married. The man must be out of his mind. “What do you expect me to do about that?”

      Wright tapped his fingers on the stall door. “I wouldn’t know.”

      “Neither would I.”

      Still, Wright didn’t leave. “You could help the other families. If those kids have to go to Greenville, there’ll be more broken hearts.”

      “That’s not my problem, Sheriff. I’m here to do a job. Nothing more, nothing less.”

      “Too bad.” The sheriff paused before backing away. “Just want you to know that I’ll be keeping an eye on you, Reed.”

      Now, that sounded like a warning.

      Chapter Five

      As soon as Charlotte heard the bell signaling the end of the school day, she hurried to the schoolhouse, Sasha in hand. The exertion and the sun beating down on her black dress made her perspire terribly, but she had to see if Holly had any ideas.

      Students hurried away, some to chores and others to play together. Two girls skipped on a hopscotch board drawn in the dirt. Sasha looked longingly in their direction, but the older girls probably wouldn’t welcome the company. Charlotte hurried her up the steps and opened the door.

      Holly, Rebecca and Heidi, the last orphan girl still unplaced, were washing slates while Patrick and Tommy, two of the remaining orphan boys, whined to go outside. Liam paced behind Holly, clearly trying to get her permission to do something. Charlotte halted. She’d forgotten that the orphans and Rebecca stayed in the schoolhouse and would be there after school.

      The orphan agent looked up at Charlotte and Sasha, who begged to join Heidi.

      “Charlotte.” Her eyes instantly averted and her cheeks flushed.

      Charlotte had the distinct impression she’d interrupted something, but Holly motioned her to come in.

      “I hoped we might talk,” Charlotte said to Holly, then glanced at Rebecca. The woman took the hint with grace.

      “Very well, boys. The rest of your chores can wait. We’ll go outside for a little while.”

      The boys whooped their approval and scrambled out of the schoolhouse in record time.

      Rebecca smiled at their exuberance. “Sasha may join us, if you approve.”

      Charlotte let her daughter run to Heidi. Bless Sasha for her eagerness to play with the disfigured girl that most people avoided. To four-year-old eyes, Heidi Strauss was simply a friend. The burn scars on her face from the fire that killed her parents were no more unusual than different-colored eyes or hair.

      Rebecca rose but before taking the girls outside, thanked Holly. “It’s an honor. Truly.”

      As she passed, Charlotte saw that flush in her cheeks again. What had Holly done that both embarrassed and honored Rebecca?

      She didn’t have a chance to ask, for Holly, who looked a bit anxious, brought her straight to the task at hand. “What will you do?”

      Charlotte sank into the chair Rebecca had vacated. “I was hoping you would have an idea.”

      Holly dipped her rag into a bucket of water and then wrung it. “I usually have the students wipe the slates,” Holly said, “but they’re restless with spring in the air. It happens every year around this time. They can’t sit still for a moment.”

      Charlotte picked up Rebecca’s rag and swiped one of the slates. “Two pairs of hands make for light work.” Only that made her think of how she’d soon have only one set of hands in her house if she couldn’t find a husband. “Oh, Holly, I don’t know what to do. Every bachelor in town avoids me like poison ivy.”

      Holly chuckled. “They’re just a bit skittish.”

      “Skittish? They’re terrified. But I only have tomorrow and Sunday, and I’d have to do the asking.” Charlotte’s hand paused midswipe. “How does a woman ask a man to marry her? What man would agree to such a thing?”

      “I don’t know.” Holly shrugged. “You can only try.”

      “But who would I ask? I’ve tried to think of someone, anyone, and I come up empty.”

      Holly scrunched her face, deep in thought. “There’s Giles DeGraw.”

      “You should have seen him run away the moment he saw me looking at him.”

      Holly snorted with laughter and then covered her mouth. “I’m sorry.”

      “It is funny, or it would be if I wasn’t in such a desperate situation.”

      Holly leaned both elbows on her desk and propped her head in her hands. “Then Giles is out.”

      “He’s also too young. A man in his early twenties isn’t going to marry a thirty-one-year-old woman.”

      “But you’re so beautiful.” Holly sighed. “You look years younger.”

      Charlotte could never reconcile Holly’s insistence that she was beautiful with the image that reflected back at her in the mirror. “I’m not young, and everyone knows it. I think we need to confine ourselves to the older bachelors and widowers.”

      “Widowers? Well, there’s Elmer Droll. He lost his wife last year.”

      “Elmer Droll!” Charlotte stared at her friend. “He must be sixty-five years old.”

      Holly shrugged. “It is a last resort.”

      “It’s no resort at all.” Still, Charlotte was ashamed that the thought had already occurred to her, along with the even more shameful thought that he wouldn’t live that long after they wed. “I can’t imagine...you know...if he...” She couldn’t bring herself to say aloud that she couldn’t bear to perform her wifely duties in such a marriage. She choked back rising bile. “But I suppose I might have to.”

      Holly took her hand. “No, no. Don’t even think it. There are lots of other prospects. Take Colton Hayes, for instance. Now, there’s a handsome man.”

      Charlotte couldn’t disagree with that. The tall rancher had made many a heart flutter, just not hers. “But he’s so dedicated to taking care of his parents and the ranch. He hasn’t seen anyone since his father’s injury and his mother took ill, has he?”

      Holly shook her head.

      “Poor man. He has so many responsibilities. I couldn’t ask him to take on a wife and child, too, not with his parents in such ill health.” Charlotte pressed her fingers against the cool slate. It reminded her of childhood, when she’d dreamed of finding her prince and living happily ever after.

      Holly sighed. “I can’t think of anyone else. There’s not another man in town who meets your criteria.” She glanced at the schoolhouse clock. “I’m sorry, but I need to meet Mason. If I think of anyone, I’ll let you know right away.”

      Charlotte’s heart sank. Holly and Mason would soon marry. They would have the family she so desired. Her shoulders slumped. “I understand.”

      Suddenly, a glint of excitement lit Holly’s eyes. “There is one other possibility. Wyatt Reed.”

      Her words knifed through Charlotte.

      “Mr. Reed?” She could barely choke out his name.

      “He