Jodi Thomas (43 page)
Authors: The Lone Texan
He grinned. “I love you.”
Sage turned her back to him. “Teagen, put that door back on its hinges and go home to your family. I’m fine. I’m with my man.”
Teagen holstered his gun and backed out of the room, still glaring at Drum. “I’ll tell the clerk that you need another meal delivered, just in case you need something to throw at him.” He picked up the door and set it in place. “What I came to say to you, Roak, can wait till morning. I’ll meet you for coffee at dawn.”
They heard Teagen storming down the stairs, probably waking anyone who might have slept through the fight.
“We’ve got to get us a place shouting distance away from my family,” she mumbled to herself as she faced Drum. “Sit down so I can have a look at that cut.”
“It’s nothing,” he said, but he turned the chair over and sat.
While she examined his cut, he slipped his hand beneath the shirt and brushed his fingers over her bottom.
She kissed the spot where the plate had hit him and whispered, “We’re going to make love again tonight, aren’t we?”
He breathed her in, loving the way she responded to his touch. “After we eat and the door gets locked solid. Not before. I don’t want to be interrupted when I’m satisfying my wife.”
He kept his promise. Once they’d had dinner, he made slow, passionate love to her. When she cuddled next to him and slipped into sleep, he whispered, “I love you, honey.”
“I love you too,” she answered.
CHAPTER 46
L
ONG AFTER DAWN, SAGE AWOKE ALONE. THE NIGHT of lovemaking filled her thoughts. She no longer had any doubt about how much he cared for her. He’d spent most of the night showing her. She remembered the way he held her, the way he kissed her, the way he made her explode inside. Just thinking about it made her long for the night.
ONG AFTER DAWN, SAGE AWOKE ALONE. THE NIGHT of lovemaking filled her thoughts. She no longer had any doubt about how much he cared for her. He’d spent most of the night showing her. She remembered the way he held her, the way he kissed her, the way he made her explode inside. Just thinking about it made her long for the night.
Slowly, she climbed out of bed. Her body was sore, her lips slightly swollen. She smiled. She’d been well-loved.
She washed and dressed, then went down to the café, where she guessed Drum must be still talking to Teagen. Knowing her brother, he’d sat on the porch all night, just in case they had another fight.
The desk clerk nodded politely when she passed. “Good morning, Mrs. Roak.”
The name seemed strange, but like she had with Drummond, she’d get used to it. He couldn’t have been more different than her first husband. With Barret, she’d felt needed. With Drum, she felt wanted. No, more than wanted . . . cherished.
Teagen was the only one in the café. Sage hid her disappointment. She wanted to see Drum. “Where is my husband?” she asked as she kissed Teagen on the cheek and took the seat next to him.
He frowned. “Now, don’t get upset, Sage, but he’s gone.”
She felt like screaming, but she waited.
“We talked this morning, and he had to leave on a mission,” Teagen rushed on. “I told him to go up and wake you, but he said if he saw you, he wasn’t sure he could leave. We both knew no one else but him could do this job.”
Her mind had been so full of the night and of loving Drum, it took her a minute for Teagen’s words to register. The waitress gave her coffee and offered to bring a breakfast plate, but she shook her head.
Glancing out the window, she noticed Daniel Torry bounding up the steps. When he made it to the café, he came right to the table.
“Want to join us for breakfast, Daniel?” Teagen offered. “We’re talking about Drum’s mission.”
“No, thanks. I eat my breakfast every morning at the bakery. I’ve put on a few pounds. That little baker tells me it looks good on me.” He straddled a chair. “She won’t serve me if she smells whiskey on me.”
“You know about this mission?” she said to Daniel, not caring about his sweet tooth.
He nodded, his smile disappearing. “I offered to go with him, but he turned me down. Said it was too dangerous, and this time he needed me here more.”
“What for?” Sage hadn’t had enough sleep to piece together all the parts, but neither man with her was telling her what she wanted to hear.
“To watch over you and the boys,” Daniel said. “His exact words were, ‘Keep my family safe, and tell Sage I swear I’ll be back.’ ”
Sage felt as if she were made of sand and someone had poked holes in her. All emotions drained out of her. “Tell me about this mission.” She stared at Teagen.
He’d never lied to her or sugarcoated anything he’d ever told her, and he didn’t lie now. “Word came from the trackers we put on the carriages when they left Whispering Mountain. One went to Galveston, carrying your almost relative and the judge. The other turned west and disappeared into Skull Alley.”
“So, the count was behind the attempt?” she guessed.
Daniel cut in. “I talked with Miss Bonnie’s new husband a few days ago, and he filled in the blanks. He’s never been to Skull Alley, but his brother used to talk about what went on there and what the count was like.”
“More than that.” Teagen shook his head. “Travis figured out that Hanover, who calls himself Count, wants the boys dead because he’s next in line to be king after them. He’ll still have several to kill to reach the crown, but we figure he decided to start with his relatives here first. We think he’s their father’s brother, who disappeared years ago. If someone got the land for the Smiths, it could have been Hanover himself. He wanted them close so he could destroy that line of the family tree. If so, the boys will never be safe as long as he’s alive and is hoping to be king one day.”
“I always had the feeling he was behind not just the robbery at Shelley’s gambling house but the raid on the boys’ parents’ place,” Daniel jumped in again, excited that he’d figured out the puzzle first.
“We came to the same conclusion last night. Travis left at dawn for Austin, and Drum was saddling up before I could finish with the details. The count is getting ready to go back to Europe. He needed to clean up the loose ends here first, like relatives he didn’t need showing up, and collecting enough money to travel back to his family in style.”
Sage gripped her hands together on her lap as she asked, “What’s Drummond’s part in this?”
Neither Teagen nor Daniel seemed in a hurry to tell her.
Finally, her brother leaned forward and said, “He’s going into Skull Alley to arrest Hanover. If that’s not possible, Roak will leave him dead.”
“He went into the outlaw camp of over fifty men, alone?”
“Sage.” Teagen made her look up before he spoke. “That’s what he does. He’s the best any of us have ever seen. He works alone. He goes where not even Rangers will go, and he always finishes the mission.”
Daniel agreed. “He’s a legend. The best among the best. Half the Rangers don’t even believe the tales told about him. Now and then he’s paid big bounties for those he brings in, but this time, he didn’t do it for the money.”
“Why’d he do it this time?”
Daniel swallowed. “He told me he didn’t want a dozen Rangers dying trying to get through Skull Alley, and someone had to stop the count.” Daniel didn’t meet her eyes. “He said he wanted Andy to sleep without nightmares and Will to stop looking over his shoulder.”
“But Count Hanover is ill. He may already be dead. We heard that guard, Luther, tell us so.”
“Maybe, maybe not. Luther could have been lying to throw us off.”
Sage didn’t want to think about Drummond going back to that horrible place alone. If they caught him, they wouldn’t just kill him, they’d take pleasure in torturing him first. She reached for her coffee cup, but her hand shook so badly she was afraid to pick it up. It crossed her mind that she might go mad, thinking of the man she’d loved so completely last night riding straight into danger.
Teagen’s big, rough hand covered both hers. “This is what he does, Sage. What he’s good at, and you got to believe he’ll be back soon. If he didn’t think you could handle it, he would have never been able to leave.”
She raised her chin. “I know.” She felt Teagen’s solid strength moving into her. Drum was doing what he had to do, and now she had to do what women of warriors always had to do. She had to survive.
“Doc?” a man said from the doorway of the café.
Sage recognized him as Bonnie’s cowboy. “Yes?”
“Bonnie sent me to see if you were still here. She said to tell you Mrs. Monroe’s time is at hand, and it looks like twins.”
Sage stood. “I’m on my way.” She might not be able to help Drum right now, but she could do what she’d been born to do. “Grab my bag and the sack of herbs I brought down from the mountain. They’re with the saddlebags in the lobby.”
Teagen stood with her, and she saw the pride in his eyes. It seemed the fact that his little sister was a doctor had just struck him.
She followed Bradford out of the hotel and climbed in the buggy. He drove with a great deal of skill and speed to a shack at the other end of the town.
As they walked in, he carried her bags. “What can I do to help?”
She looked at him, still wondering where Bonnie had managed to find him. “Keep the husband busy. This may take a while.”
Bradford nodded as they stepped into a dirty two-room cabin. The place smelled of rotting food and urine. Sage fought to keep from gagging as she crossed the first room and passed by a moth-eaten curtain into the bedroom.
Bonnie was already there. She’d cleaned off a small table and shoved enough clutter aside for Sage to walk around the bed. Phoebe Monroe lay on the bed curled into a ball.
Wide-eyed, she looked up at Sage. “Doc, I hurt. I hurt real bad.”
Sage sat on the dirty bedcovers and said in a calm voice, “I’m going to help you, but you’ve got a lot of work to do.”
Phoebe nodded. “The baby’s got to come out. I know that much, but it feels like it’s going to split me in half.”
She brushed the girl’s hair back. “How old are you, Phoebe?”
“I’ll be fifteen next month. Fred tells me to tell folks I’m eighteen, but you’re a doctor, you’d probably know better.”
“Fred is your husband?”
“He says he wants to be soon as he gets work regular.”
Sage looked through the crack in the curtain. The boy in the next room with Bradford didn’t look much older than Phoebe.
Bonnie stepped close. “If you think we’ve got time, I’d like to go after some clean sheets.” She didn’t say more. She didn’t have to.
Sage nodded. “Tell Fred to start boiling water.”
Sage began her work. With Bonnie’s help, they bathed the girl and made her as comfortable as they could as the contractions grew closer together. She was young, but Phoebe was brave.
She had to be, Sage thought, to run away with Fred.
Hours passed, and Bradford brought more lamps in for light. He didn’t say anything, but Sage saw the way he looked at Bonnie. The young girl on the bed was not his problem. The woman leaning over her for hours was.
When Bonnie stepped out for more water, she returned and said, “Bradford made a potato soup and coffee. He said he’d keep it warm for whenever we have time to eat.”
“He can cook?” Sage smiled. “Where did you find this man, Bonnie?”
“He kidnapped me,” she answered as calmly as if she’d said she’d met him at a church social.
Phoebe’s next contraction drew them back to their work. A little after dawn, Sage delivered twins, one girl and one boy, both healthy.
When she went out to tell Fred, she almost didn’t recognize the main room. It had been cleaned spotless. All the trash was gone. The dirt floor had been swept, and a stack of clean dishes sat on a shelf above the pump.
“Who did this?” she asked a dozing Bradford.
“You told me to keep him busy. Cleaning was all I could think of. We did laundry and chopped wood until dark, then we started on this room.” He glanced over at Fred, sleeping with his head resting on a log. “He’s a little tired.”
When she touched the boy’s shoulder, he bolted upright. “Phoebe,” he said. “How is Phoebe?”
“She’s fine. You want to see your children?”
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