Twice Blessed (30 page)

Again and again … and again.

They were coming. She could hear their voices
—
shouting, angry, lusting for vengeance. The familiar voices with such an unfamiliar fury
.

She whirled. Escape. She must escape, or they would make her pay for the crime that was not hers. She had to leave
.

Now … before it was too late
.

The shooting at the bank was over, but the questions would now begin. And she had no answers. At least, none anyone would believe
.

How could she have been so stupid? That question had been on everyone's lips as soon as last week's grim events became known. No one would listen to her. Even if a few people did, no one else would believe them. After all, how could she have been so stupid
?

She had believed Miles when he said work was going well, that all their dreams would come true, that soon he would have enough money to take her on that honeymoon to St. Louis she had dreamed of when she found she loved him
.

And she had believed he loved her
.

Everything had been lies. There had been no work, and she had nothing left but nightmares
.

Tears burned in the back of her throat, but she refused to let them fall. Had Miles ever loved her, or had that been just another lie
?

She had been a fool. Never again would she be such a fool
.

Picking up the small carpetbag she had packed clandestinely, she looked around. Only the fire on the hearth lit the room. Yet she could see the quilt lying across the back of the battered settee, the tarnished candlesticks on the mantel, and the rag rug covering the uneven floor. She would never see any of these things again
.

A fist struck the front door, followed by a shout of, “Open the door!
”

She took one step toward the back door, then another, hoping no shadow would reveal where she stood. Her breath snagged on the fear halting her heart
.

“
This is the sheriff. Open up, or we'll take down the door
.”

Time and hope and all her dreams had run out. She turned and pulled the quilt off the settee. Throwing its dark side over her shoulders, she fled through the kitchen and out into the night, far from the men milling around the front porch
.

She had to leave
.

Now … because it was too late
.

Behind her, she heard, “She has to know
.”

“
How could she not know?” another voice asked
.

“
Only a fool wouldn't have known
.”

At that voice, which should not be here in Fort Pixton, Kansas, she stopped with her hand on the doorknob. Turning, she saw a man standing in the door to the parlor. His hands were hidden behind his back. Not Miles, but Noah. No one in Fort Pixton would understand, but she had thought Noah would
.

“
Only a fool wouldn't have known,” he repeated
.

“
Then I was a fool.” Her own voice was steady, even as her heart thumped with both yearning and the fear he would walk away from her forever
. “
I was young, and he was charming. He charmed people in the bank, and he charmed me. If I had been wiser then, I might have seen through his pretense
.”

“
Only a fool wouldn't have known.” He drew his hands from behind his back. In them was a noose. Walking to her, he slipped it over her head. It dropped to rest on her shoulders. He reached to tighten it but
—

Emma woke with a start. The bedclothes were tightly wrapped around her legs, just as the noose had been about her throat. Sitting, she touched her neck, fearful she would find the thick rope around it even when she was awake.

Dawnlight was seeping between the heavy curtains drawn over the window. She untangled the bedding and rose. As she rested her hand on the footboard, she stared at the pillow that was as indented where Noah had been lying. Where was he?

Pulling back the curtains, she saw a motion in the thinning darkness. Someone was in the paddock between the house and the barn in back of the store. Not someone. It was Noah. What was he doing out there at this hour?

A furious knock sounded downstairs, and her dog began barking. Throwing her wrapper over her nightgown, Emma raced down the stairs before the noise could wake Gladys and the children. Her cap almost bounced off her head, but she grabbed it and settled it back on her hair. Who was calling at this hour? She glanced at the parlor. Lewis was not sitting on the sofa. Maybe he had sent someone else to watch Noah.

She threw open the door and choked back a gasp of horror as she locked eyes with Laird Gilson. His hand against the door halted her from closing it. When she released the knob to go for Noah, he grasped her wrist before she could take a single step.

He came into the house and shut the door behind him. Slowly his gaze ran along her. She tugged the collar of her wrapper closer to her chin, but it did no good. His brazen appraisal seemed to strip away every defense she had.

“Emma.” Gilson shook his head like a disappointed father chastising a child. “What a disappointment to discover such a lovely woman has a twisted mind and cruelly sent me on a useless goose chase that took half the night! What am I going to do with you, Emma?”

“You're going to take your hand off me right now! Then you're going to leave.” She tried to twist her arm out of his hold. When his fingers dug into the sensitive bones in her wrist, she winced.

“And if I don't? Will you call to your
husband
for help?” His feigned smile became a fearsome scowl. “Will you,
Mrs. Sawyer
?”

From the kitchen door, Noah said, “She doesn't need to call for me. I'm right here.” He tried not to let his eyes linger on the relief lighting Emma's face. If he did, he might not be able to keep his fist from driving into Gilson's bulbous nose.

He focused his eyes on his enemy. A superior smile tipped Gilson's bushy mustache, which he must have grown to hide the scar on his upper lip. He had been attacked by a servant in his own household. Rumor suggested Gilson had been trying to force the servant's sister into his bed. There never had been any confirmation, because both the servant and his sister were not seen again in Chicago. More gossip hinted Gilson's men had killed them both. Noah was not sure if any of it was true, but Gilson was quite capable of ordering such atrocities.

Coolly, Noah added, “I see your manners haven't improved.”

Gilson shoved Emma away. She cradled her wrist in her other hand, and Noah's rage threatened to blind him.

“Did you think I wouldn't find you?” Gilson asked.

“It took you long enough.” He laughed tersely. “If Baker hadn't come running to you to get the reward you were offering, you still wouldn't have found me.”

“And, of course, I had
Mrs
. Sawyer's help.”

Emma cried, “I'd never help you take Belinda away from Noah!”

“But you were much more honest with Atherton when he was visiting this backwater town.”

Noah replied, “If she was honest with your spy, that's only because Emma is pleasant to everyone who comes into her store. So tell me, Gilson, why are you bursting in on us instead of letting the authorities handle this?”

With a snort of derision, Gilson said, “Because I want to see you get what you've got coming to you.” His tone changed into the beguiling one Noah knew he had used to fool so many people, much to their detriment. “I must say you've developed a good eye in women, Sawyer.”

Stepping between Emma and the lechery in Gilson's eyes, Noah said, “You have come to gloat that you found me, and you have. So get out of here.”

“Don't get huffy, Sawyer.” He drew a folded paper from beneath his black coat and shook it open. “I've come to get what is mine.”

“There's nothing of yours here!” gasped Emma.

He grinned at her again and chuckled. “It's a good thing you are his wife and not mine. No wife of mine would dare to speak back so to any man. Sawyer, you should teach your wife a woman's place.”

“She knows what it is. Her place is one of respect in Haven, where many folks depend on her for getting the supplies they need to keep their livelihoods going.” Noah did not look at Emma. He needed to watch Gilson closely, for he was not sure what the greedy coward would do. He knew Emma must be bristling with fury at Gilson's condescending words.

Seeing he could not irritate Noah with words, Gilson ordered, “Give me the child, and I'll arrange for the charges to be dismissed.”

“How kind of you! Only someone stupid would make any sort of bargain with you.”

“You can accept my offer, or you can face the consequences.”

“Noah,” Emma whispered, “you can't let him take her!”

“She's mine by order of the law,” Gilson argued. “Don't intrude into this argument with your female lack of logic.”

“Haven is her home now,” Emma argued. “She believes Noah is her father.”

Gilson's eyes swept along her again. “And you aim to be her mother? It's too bad, pretty thing, that you hitched yourself to Sawyer. I will need someone to look after the kid, and I could tumble you without too much trouble.”

Noah caught Emma's hand as she raised it to strike the smile from Gilson's face. Maybe he should have let her hit Gilson, because the very touch of her soft skin against his palm urged him to toss Gilson out onto the street so Noah could warm Emma's soft lips as he had last night. Was he as witless as Gilson believed him to be? He had to keep his mind on saving Belinda from this covetous cur.

“This isn't the way, Emma,” he said quietly.

“That's right.” Gilson chuckled. “Listen to your husband. He knows when he's beat. Be a good girl and get the kid.”

“No.”

At Noah's terse answer, Gilson took a threatening step forward. When Noah did not move either to defend himself or to halt him, Gilson hesitated. The lack of resistance obviously perplexed him. “Get her and bring her to me right now, Sawyer.”

“No.”

Emma put her hand on Noah's arm as Gilson glowered at them in frustrated rage. Her fingers trembled, but Noah was as unmoving as the rocks in the foundation of the house.

In an unruffled voice, Noah ordered, “The children are still asleep. I won't have them disturbed now or taken from this house until this matter is dealt with.”

“This matter
has
been dealt with. The court decided five years ago that I should raise her.”

A double blur rushed down the stairs and toward them. Noah caught Butch by the collar before the dog could jump on Gilson. He tried to nab Sean, but the boy eluded him.

“Leave them alone!” Sean shouted. “Your business ain't with them.”

“Who's this boy?” Gilson's nose wrinkled with disgust. “Do you let women and children fight all your battles now, Sawyer?”

Emma stepped forward and put her arm around Sean. He twisted away. She glanced toward Noah, then said, “Sean, please come and sit in the parlor while—”

“You deal with this double-dealin' skunk dressed up like a fancy gent?”

Noah laughed as Gilson's face turned an unhealthy shade of red. “I don't think I've ever heard a better description of him than that, Sean.”

“Ever heard?” Sean repeated, frowning. “How do you know about any of Dickie's boys?”

“Dickie's boys?”

Sean looked at Emma, then lowered his voice. “You said not to speak of Dickie and his boys in front of a lady.”

Noah nodded, understanding what the boy thought was happening here. He set his hand on Sean's shoulder. “This isn't one of Dickie's bully boys from New York City, although Gilson is probably well acquainted with their like in the interior of every low brothel in Chicago.”

“Chicago?” Sean scowled at Gilson. “If he's not one of Dickie's boys, then who is he? He shouldn't be speaking to you like that.”

Emma took Sean's arm and drew him toward the parlor. She sat him in the rocker as she asked in little more than a whisper, “Is Belinda awake, too?”

“Yes, but I told her to stay upstairs with the door closed. I didn't want her to get into the middle of this. Dickie's boys can play rough.”

“Good. She'll listen to you. Please stay here. This is between Noah and that horrible man.”

“What does he want?” Sean pressed.

“Wait here. I'll explain after he leaves.” She ruffled his hair, which was mussed from sleep. “I promise I'll explain, Sean, and I won't ever break another promise I make to you.”

He nodded, his eyes growing round when Gilson cursed viciously.

Emma went back into the hallway. Quietly, she said, “Mr. Gilson, this is my house, and I've asked you already to leave.”

“I'm not leaving without Belinda,” he snarled as he rounded on her.

“I won't have her ripped away from her family until this matter is settled once and for all.”

“
You
? You have nothing to do with this, Emma.”

She heard Noah growl something at Gilson's use of her given name, but she kept her eyes on Gilson. “On the contrary, I have much to do with this. As Noah's wife, I'm part of his family and Belinda's family. In addition, as I've told you, this is
my
house. Belinda is
my
guest, and I shall not have her removed from here against her”—she gave him a smile as arrogant as his—“or my will.”

He laughed. “You have as good luck with women as you have had in court, Sawyer. Do you want me to shut her up for you? Yapping women need to be taught a lesson or two.”

“There's no need to silence her when she is speaking the truth. This is Emma's house, and she has asked you to take your leave.” Noah walked to stand beside her. He put his arm around her as he continued, “If you'll go now, there will be no need to send for the sheriff.”