The Cowboy's Baby Bond. Linda Ford

I’ll take him back to bed.”

      Johnny got to his feet. “I’ll carry him to the door,” he said, when she reached for Adam.

      They crossed the room together and paused before the bedroom Willow and Adam had been assigned.

      Adam fussed a little as Johnny shifted him to Willow’s arms. She slipped into the room and closed the door softly. Adam whimpered, so she rocked him until finally, with a deep sigh, he slept, his arms thrown over his head.

      Morning came and, with its brightening rays, a yearning for more sleep. But there was no time. Willow had to set out.

      She touched Adam’s brow. He wasn’t hot. His fever hadn’t returned during the night. She could leave with a clear conscience.

      On the tail of that thought came one vastly different.

      Could she make a warm, welcoming home like the Hardings’?

Chapter Three

      Johnny took his chair at the breakfast table. The place set for Willow remained vacant. “The baby was fussy in the night. They might both still be sleeping.”

      “I’m here.” Willow stood in the doorway, her dark brown hair again brushed back into a coil about her head.

      He liked it better loose about her shoulders as it had been last night. But of course, she hadn’t expected to see him then or she would probably have done it up proper. He shook his head. What made him think such a thing?

      Little Adam looked at the room full of people and ducked his head against his mama’s neck.

      “How is he this morning?” Johnny asked, not waiting for Maisie to do so.

      “He seems better.”

      Upon hearing his voice, Adam lifted his head, found Johnny among the others at the table and held out his arms.

      Johnny had convinced himself that the baby reached for him yesterday only because of his fever. To have those chubby little arms aimed at him again this morning stalled his heart right in the middle of a beat. He would never let anyone know, but it made him feel special that Adam chose him.

      The baby leaned clear out of Willow’s arms in his eagerness to get Johnny’s attention. He babbled a string of sounds that so far as Johnny could tell didn’t form any words, but he sure did make it as plain as the sunlight coming through the eastern window that he meant for Johnny to take him.

      Willow shifted him, tried to distract him. “No, Adam. The man has to eat his breakfast.”

      Adam babbled, his tone indicating he thought his mama wrong.

      “I don’t mind,” Johnny said and lifted the baby from her arms.

      Adam rewarded him with a toothy grin and excited chatter. His steady gaze seemed to look clear to Johnny’s heart and demand a response.

      Johnny nodded. “That’s right, old boy. I completely agree.”

      Levi chuckled. “Good to see you found someone who speaks your language.”

      Aware that Pa and Maisie watched him with speculative expressions, Johnny perched Adam on one leg and did his best to appear as if this was an everyday event.

      The baby grabbed a fork and began to pound the table.

      Maisie smiled. “I suppose he’s hungry and telling us to get on with the meal.”

      Color stole up Willow’s cheeks. “Oh no. He simply likes to make noise.” She captured Adam’s hands and stilled them, gently extracting the fork and putting it out of reach.

      The look she darted to Johnny brimmed with apology.

      “He’s not hurting anything,” he reassured her. “Ain’t that right, Maisie?”

      “It’s a pleasure to have a young one at our table.” She glanced at Pa and they shared one of their secret looks that seemed to shut out the others. Likely she was remembering the babies she’d never birthed. She’d lost them long before they were big enough to survive.

      Seeing little Adam made Johnny realize how painful it must have been for her. At the time he’d been too young to comprehend, concerned only that his stepmother recover. When an appropriate occasion came, he’d be sure to tell her he was sorry for her loss.

      “We best pray and get on with our meal.” Pa reached for the hands of those beside him.

      Johnny kept his arm about Adam, giving him an excuse not to take Willow’s hand. Somehow, he feared it would take him toward a place he meant to avoid.

      Willow hesitated just enough for him to know she wasn’t comfortable with the idea, either, then she joined hands with Maisie.

      They bowed their heads as Big Sam said grace.

      The food passed from one to the other. Johnny dished up and ate with one hand.

      “I’ll take him,” Willow said. “I’m used to holding him while I eat.”

      “It’s not a problem.” Johnny kind of liked it.

      “If you’re certain?” Accepting his nod, she mashed some food and fed Adam off her plate.

      The baby opened his mouth like a hungry bird, and if Willow didn’t have a spoonful ready right away, he leaned forward and made a sound that clearly meant Feed me. I’m hungry.

      Johnny laughed.

      “His appetite has returned,” Maisie said. “That’s good.”

      Willow smiled at Adam, then lifted her face to include Johnny. “I do believe he’s better.” She turned back to Maisie, leaving Johnny off-kilter from the gratitude in her eyes. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me.” She looked about the table. “All of you.” She glanced at Johnny again. “Especially you. You could have passed us by. Instead, you put aside your own concerns to help us. I truly appreciate it. You are a Good Samaritan,”

      “I only did what anyone would have done,” he told her. But when had anyone outside his family appreciated him for living up to his standards?

      Maisie caught Willow’s attention. “If you knew Johnny, you’d know he does what is right no matter the cost.”

      Willow’s gaze came back to him, her eyebrows raised just enough for him to know she wondered if his stepmother exaggerated. “That’s nice,” she said.

      For a few minutes, conversation turned to others things. The meal was about over when Willow spoke again. “I must be on my way this morning. I have a train to meet.”

      Big Sam pushed to his feet. “Levi and I must leave, too.” He held out his hand to Willow and they shook. “It’s been nice meeting you. Perhaps we’ll see you again in town.”

      Johnny rose, as well. “I’ll get back to fixing the cabin.” He paused to say goodbye to Willow and cup Adam’s downy head, then turned away. He sure did hate to see them go.

      The men grabbed their hats and trooped from the house. Johnny first hitched Willow’s mare to the wagon. It seemed the right thing to do. Then he saddled Gray, threw on his heavy saddlebags and rode from the yard.

      He reached the spot where he’d heard Adam yesterday and found the pair. The reins hung slack in his hands and Gray stood waiting for an indication of what he should do.

      Johnny stared at the trees where he’d first seen the wagon.

      He’d rescued her, then left her to get to town on her own. What was he thinking?

      * * *

      Willow stared after the men, feeling as if a door in her life had closed. What a truly foolish thought. It made no sense. Except she’d glimpsed something in Johnny and this family she hadn’t seen since the death of her parents.