Pony Express Hero. Rhonda Gibson

Jacob? Lilly looked to Jacob. Would Daisy still call him “Mister” if Jacob had told her that she was his sister? Lilly didn’t think so.

      “I have to finish my sandwich before I get my cookie. Isn’t that right, Lilly?” Jacob raised an eyebrow in question.

      “Afraid so. Daisy, why don’t you take your boots off and wade at the edge of the stream while you eat your cookie? As soon as Jacob finishes his lunch we’ll be heading on into town,” Lilly answered.

      Daisy sat down and began pulling at her boots. Her cookie clamped between her lips. Jacob reached down and pulled a boot from her foot. She managed to get the other off and drew the cookie from between her teeth. “Eat real slow, Mr. Jacob. I want to splash in the water for a long time.”

      He laughed. “Then you better get going.”

      Daisy squealed and ran for the stream’s edge. Her braid swung against her back. The sound of the water splashing as her bare feet hit it brought a smile to Lilly’s face.

      Lilly handed him his sandwich. She’d rewrapped it so that the bread wouldn’t get dry. “I could never run like that on this ground with my socks and shoes off.”

      Jacob took it from her and once more unwrapped it. “She’s really something, isn’t she?” He took a big bite from the sandwich.

      Lilly looked at him. “Yes, she is.” She paused. “You didn’t tell her, did you?”

      Jacob shook his head. “No, I thought it might be better to wait.”

      What was he waiting for? What were his plans? The questions slammed against her brain. Would he tell her when he was ready to leave?

      “I thought we’d keep the knowledge that she’s my half sister between us.” His brown eyes watched her as he chewed.

      Lilly couldn’t keep the tremble from her voice. “Why?”

      “I wanted to tell her, but if I do she’ll tell everyone else and I’m not sure I want others to know yet.” He wiped at the crumbs that clung to his upper lip.

      She didn’t understand. Why wouldn’t he want Daisy to tell others? Lilly refused to ask why again. She focused instead on nibbling the sugar off a cookie.

      “If we tell her and she lets everyone know, then the person who kidnapped her the other day will have some kind of reaction. And I’m not sure if the results will be good or bad.” Jacob took another bite of sandwich and looked out to where their sister now played in the water.

      Lilly followed his gaze. She understood what he was saying and didn’t know what the results would be, either. Would the person who had taken Daisy before try again, if they knew Jacob was her brother? Or would they do something to get rid of Jacob? Would telling put both of them in harm’s way? Was there a chance that by telling everyone they might scare off the person? She turned her gaze back on him.

      “You can see my point, can’t you?” he asked, then stuffed the last of the bread into his mouth.

      Lilly nodded. “It might be better to leave things as they are.”

      As he watched Daisy play in the water his features expressed awe and something else that she couldn’t quite pinpoint. “I really am sorry for your loss, Jacob. I probably didn’t break the news to you in the right manner and for that, I’m sorry, too.”

      He turned to face her. “There is no easy way of telling someone something like that. Thank you for letting me know that I don’t need to search for her any longer.” His gaze returned to Daisy.

      What was he going to do now? He’d said that the Johnson ranch was his last stop and he’d continue to work for the Pony Express, but would his plans change now? And what were his thoughts regarding Daisy? How did one ask such personal questions?

      “Lilly, would you mind telling me more about my mother’s life here? Was she happy? I mean... I’m still amazed that Daisy is my sister.”

      His eyes were red-rimmed as if he’d been crying. It had never dawned on Lilly that Gertrude had been a loving mother to anyone. Gertrude had treated her more like a servant than a child that she was supposed to love and care for. She decided then and there that she’d never speak ill of Jacob’s mother.

      She sat down on the grass, mindful of the skirt she wore today. “Gertrude came to the ranch when I was eight years old. Papa was of the mind that I needed a woman’s guidance.”

      Jacob sat down. “So he didn’t love her?”

      Lilly looked down at her hands. “Not at first. She came in response to a mail-order bride ad my father placed in some of the big newspapers. But after a couple of years I believe they both must have had feelings for one another.” She grinned and looked toward Daisy. “How else would we have had a little sister?”

      He chuckled. “Having a child doesn’t require love.” Jacob reached for the bowl of cookies.

      “True, but Father loved your mother. A little girl of ten can see when things change in her household.” She didn’t tell him how much she resented the fact that her father provided for his mother’s every whim, or how Gertrude used that knowledge to threaten her in her father’s absence.

      He nodded and munched on the cookie, which reminded her of a little boy eager to hear more. Lilly smiled. “Anyway, after three years of marriage Daisy came along.”

      Jacob finished off the cookie. “You both have flower names. Does that mean your father named Daisy?” He picked up a second cookie.

      Lilly nodded. “Yes. He did. Daisy was born here on the ranch. Father had gone into Sacramento to talk to a man about buying more cows when Gertrude went into labor. Daisy came a little early. Anyway, we sent for a man to go get Papa and the doctor, but Daisy came very fast. Your mother passed away shortly afterward.”

      Memories flooded her mind like springwater off the mountain. Sam had helped deliver Daisy. He gave the baby to Lilly and told her to take her to the kitchen. Lilly had thought Gertrude was sleeping and had hurried out of the room to do as Sam said. It was while she took care of the baby that Gertrude died. She remembered returning from the kitchen with the clean baby and Sam stepped out of the bedroom looking very pale. His hands were shaking. The foreman had insisted that he would clean up Gertrude and dress her for burial before Lilly’s father returned. Since there were no other women on the ranch, no one had argued.

      Jacob broke into her thoughts. “Is she buried here on the ranch?” The second cookie was gone as fast as the first.

      Lilly focused on his face. “Yes, she’s buried in the family cemetery. I can take you to it, if you want to go there now.”

      He stood and dusted off his pants. “No, let’s go on into town. Maybe tomorrow, we can take a trip there.” Jacob snatched the last two cookies from the cookie tin. “I’ll go and get Daisy.”

      She watched him walk away with long strides. He stopped and gave Daisy one of the two cookies. Their sister beamed up at him.

      Now that he knew Daisy was his sister, Lilly knew all their lives were about to change. Thankfully, he’d be even more determined to keep Daisy safe. She just prayed he wouldn’t try to take Daisy away or think he had a right to run Daisy’s half of the ranch.

       Chapter Six

      Jacob stomped his feet at the front door to remove the dirt from his boots. Yesterday’s trip to town had been uneventful since there was no reason to inquire of his mother. He’d gone with Lilly and Daisy to the general store, where they had purchased supplies.

      With Lilly’s help he’d bought new sheets and a pillow for his cot. He’d also purchased a couple of hand towels for his room. Daisy came home with a fresh batch of lemon drops. He’d smiled when Lilly told the girl she was limited to one a day.

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