Keeping Faith. Hannah Alexander

      The muscles of Joseph’s jaw flexed as his eyes darkened. “Then you can count on Thames knowing everything there is to know about you, Victoria. Did your husband not give a thought to his wife when he did such a thing?”

      She looked down at her hands. “You knew Matthew had a calling that, to him, was more vital than any other.”

      “What about caring for his wife, as a man is supposed to do? I thought he gave you a place of highest honor.”

      “Would you choose one woman’s safety over the lives and freedom of millions?”

      “Had he felt that way, he should never have married.” The gruffness of Joseph’s voice somehow warmed her.

      She blinked up at him and was touched more deeply than she would have expected. “I willingly joined Matthew in his quest. I felt as he did. Be honest, Joseph, you feel the same. Your whole life right now is focused on helping millions of captives.”

      “Not at the cost of your life.”

      “I’m with you now, in the middle of dangerous territory.”

      He reached up and touched the back of his fingers against her chin. She nearly gasped at the instinctive caress.

      He straightened and dropped his hand. “Forgive me. It isn’t my wish to speak ill of the dead, but I believe a man should protect his wife above all else.”

      “Which is why you remain single.”

      He swallowed and took a long, slow breath. “Perhaps it’s why I’ve remained single to this point. I’d had no cause to give it thought until...” He looked into her eyes and for a moment she barely allowed herself to breathe. “Please,” he said at last, “tell me more about Matthew’s killer.”

      Why she felt such a strange mixture of elation and disappointment she refused to consider. “Thames is a member of a newly formed group of men from Louisville, Kentucky, who call themselves the Knights of the Golden Circle.”

      “I’ve heard of them. Their goal is to expand slavery into nearby southern nations. I’m talking about whole countries, Victoria,” Joseph said. “I believe if men of good conscience allow that to happen, we may see anarchy rule the world.”

      She met his gaze, and she couldn’t look away for a moment. Some things about him had definitely changed, and she liked those changes. “John Brown believes there’s a connection between the knights and the border ruffians of Missouri.”

      “Of course there is.”

      And of course, throughout this journey, he’d known more than he’d let on to her. “My presence could be a danger to this wagon train if you’re right about Thames knowing me.” Why hadn’t she considered this? And Sadie, her mare...Matthew’s mare...why hadn’t she traded in St. Louis?

      “I believe this is where you need to be.”

      The gentleness of his words and the affection in his eyes settled something that had nagged at her since his first arrival in St. Louis this spring. She could relax a little. Not completely, of course. What would he do if he knew she continued to carry some dangerous secrets?

      * * *

      Joseph was in trouble and he knew it—had known it since first arriving in St. Louis. How was he supposed to think straight when his thoughts and attention automatically sent him looking for Victoria first thing every morning, when he had to force himself several times a day not to ride past the wagon she often reined or the horse she rode?

      He needed his wits about him, for sure, now that she had confirmed for him that the most dangerous men in the country might be focusing on his little group of trusting, good-hearted people.

      “John sent word to us about a conspiracy,” Victoria said. “This was only a few days before Matthew was killed.”

      Though the lilt of her Pennsylvania accent and the soft, musical quality of her voice could draw him to her through the most threatening of battlefields, her words were like a splash of ice water in his face. “How did he send word?”

      “Through a mutual friend. He needed our medical aid in Kansas Territory.” She placed the muddy cloth on the log and pulled another from her bag. She dampened it with a splash of whiskey and dabbed at his chin again. “He told Matthew that the Missouri slave owners traveled en masse to Kansas to vote illegally to make Kansas a slave state.”

      “There’s going to be a deadly battle over that territory as voting time draws near.” Joseph took a moment to digest the reality that Victoria’s safety could well lie in his hands. “Do you think that’s why Matthew was killed? Could your contact have been followed?” He reached up and stilled her hand for a moment, relishing the feel of her skin.

      “It makes sense, doesn’t it? Men risked their lives to infiltrate the coalition of slavers and to pass this information on to Washington, D.C. Many died.” Gently but firmly, she pulled away.

      “I wish I’d known about your precarious situation sooner, Victoria, though I suppose I should have guessed.” Joseph would have hacked his way through head-high drifts of snow to reach her and protect her.

      “John also sent some friends of ours, Francine and Buck Frasier, to the Village of Jollification.” Victoria reached up as if to sweep the hair from his forehead, but she stopped herself. “Have you been there?”

      “Often. Locals call it Jolly Mill. It’s on a main road from Springfield to Kansas and Indian Territories.”

      “Francine and Buck traveled there last autumn with their so-called slaves, John’s adoptive son and daughter-in-law.”

      Joseph looked at her in surprise. “I heard he’d adopted a freed slave.”

      “Yes. He’s fully invested in helping the slaves in every way. I hear we’ll be passing by Jolly Mill in a few days.”

      “No,” Joseph said. “Not after what you’ve told me. It’s sure to be overrun by border ruffians.”

      Victoria gave a soft sigh. “Yes, I know, but someone needs to help them get past the border.”

      “Tell me Matthew didn’t drag you into the middle of that situation, as well.”

      Victoria didn’t meet Joseph’s gaze. “Matthew and I were planning to travel this way.”

      “Do you think Thames knows about the Frasiers and their charges?”

      She picked up the whiskey again and soaked the cloth more thoroughly. “Word is that he is leading a group tasked to kill off the influential Brown family one by one, and that would especially include the adopted son.”

      Joseph knew by the darkening of her eyes and her fidgeting hands that there was more she wasn’t saying. “Victoria, you realize we must lie low.”

      She nodded. “I won’t do anything to endanger these people.”

      “Or yourself.”

      She didn’t reply.

      He hated this. “I’ve seen you ride ahead of the rest several times until you were out of sight.”

      “It does no harm to have an extra scout.” She reached for his hand and pulled it toward her, then began to dab at more scrapes on his forearm.

      “I saw you once when we came riding around a stand of trees. You had dismounted from Sadie and were studying something on the trail. I had supposed you were hunting for mushrooms.”

      She looked down at the cloth in her hands, dabbed at another spot on his neck then discarded this cloth, as well. “Tracks. I need to see your ribs.”

      He blinked at her. “What?”

      “Your ribs. Pull up your shirt so I can check your ribs. You’ll need to have medicine on them, too.”

      “So you did see tracks that day?”