Chapter 2
Margaret Allison paced the worn floors of her store. She’d told everyone she was staying open late every night this week before Christmas so folks could do any late shopping, but so far not one customer had come in.
She knew every respectable person in town was either at Wednesday-night prayer meeting or at one of the parties to celebrate Christmas. The Wilsons were having a huge dinner for fifty, the school was putting on the Christmas story tonight, and she’d heard even the saloon got in the mood and was running a special on beer. Everyone in town, even her two part-time helpers, had somewhere else to be tonight.
Everyone except her.
Sitting down behind the counter, she opened her journal. Over the years she’d kept several journals from time to time. Some about school, some about her thoughts, and one of poems she’d tried to write. But this one was different. This journal was just for wishes. It had pages of Christmas wishes; many she couldn’t remember if she’d gotten or not. There were a few pages of shopping lists or packing lists when she’d gone away to school or traveled with her aunt. From the time she’d been thirteen, she’d kept a wish list on the back page of the requirements needed for the man she’d marry.
At first the list had been long and flowery, all about what he needed to look like and act like and have. Later the list became more practical. What profession he’d practice. How educated he’d be. How much money he’d make. What kind of house and hobbies he’d have.
Then a few years ago the list grew shorter and shorter until now she only had one thing on her list. One wish. She thought of making her one wish for a man to be
breathing,
but she couldn’t be so pathetic. She knew she was twentysix and one of those women who would remain forever unmarried, but something in her heart had to leave one requirement on her list. Any man she ever accepted would have to be
loving
.
One man who’d called on her because he was attracted to her money walked out saying simply that it wasn’t worth it. He claimed she criticized everything about him from his dress to his breathing.
Maggie frowned, remembering. She’d thought the man simply overreacted. All she’d been trying to do was make him aware of his shortcomings. You’d think he’d want to know.
“If just one loving man could care about me for one day, I think I could survive on that little for the rest of my life,” she said as she wrote
me
beside
loving
on her list.
She heard the door open and looked up as three rather shabbily dressed men entered. They spread out and began looking at the neat stacks of supplies and talking back and forth to one another about how late it was and how they were surprised to find the store still open. The heaviest of the three left mud on her clean floor with each step, while another lifted several garments and didn’t bother to put them back like he found them. The third and youngest headed toward her with a long, lanky walk that reminded her of a rooster’s strut. He stopped a few feet before he reached the counter she sat behind. He didn’t look at her, didn’t even seem to notice her. He lifted one of the cans of peaches stacked on the shelf. When he dropped it, his friends laughed.
She forced herself not to look to see if he dented it. Almost without care, he put it back on the shelf. The stranger turned her direction and glared at her with eyes dead of all expression.
Maggie looked away as she closed her journal and prepared to wait on her only customers of the night. His two friends were collecting a few things as they moved to join the rooster man. They laughed and talked with slurred speech, but the man before her seemed far more interested in watching her than in shopping.
She saw the door open slightly again and a tall man with a beard entered. She recognized him as a farmer who came in once a month, always near closing time. He usually seemed in a hurry, but tonight, he simply moved to the back and began looking at the tools.
She turned her attention to the three men who all seemed to be moving slowly toward her. She felt like a door was closing in front of her, shutting out the air in the room. They smelled of trail dust and sweat. One corner of the rooster man’s lip went up as if he knew a secret he was about to share.
The heavy man set his things on the counter and leaned closer to look at her. “She’s got nice hair, don’t she, Boss.”
“Yeah,” the thin man answered as if she wasn’t standing right there in front of them.
None appeared to notice the farmer near the back. The closest nodded his head toward her and said, “Evening, miss.”
She could smell the liquor on his breath from three feet away. The man reminded her of a snake about to strike. She straightened as she always did when nervous, as if the action would make her taller than everyone else.
“Is there something I can help you with?” she asked, doubting any of the three had a wife or sweetheart, but surely they had mothers, and it was Christmastime. “I could assist you in picking out a gift.”
All three were now standing before her. One more step and they’d be within reach of her. Maggie had never been so glad to have the counter between her and customers.
“You might could help us.” The stout one grinned. “We’d like you to empty that money box you keep beneath the counter and hand it over.”
Maggie stared. “You’re robbing me?”
The first man struck, covering her hand with his as he leaned close. He glared at her as he issued orders. “Lock the door, Barney, and blow out those lights in the front while the lady puts all her money in a bag, then we’ll move to that office behind her where she probably keeps the real money.” The dead-eyed man before her might be young, but he appeared to be the leader. His grip over her hand turned painful. “We’re here to do a little business with you, lady, and we don’t want no trouble.”
Maggie fought down a scream as she nodded.
She watched as the shortest of the three rushed to the door. He pulled down the CLOSED sign as he locked up and began blowing out lights while he moved back toward her. She didn’t dare look in the far corner to see if the farmer was still there. His only chance at staying alive might be to remain silent. These three might have been too drunk to notice him come in, but if they found him now, all they’d see was a witness.
The leader lifted his hand off hers and grabbed the front of her blouse. He jerked her hard toward him and whispered, “We can do this easy, miss, or hard. It’s up to you. All we want is your money.”
The third man laughed. “And a little fun, remember, Adler. Don’t forget that. You said we could all have a little fun. I say we gag her first. She looks like a screamer. I don’t mind a screamer, but I don’t want any company coming in on me while I’m having my turn with her.”
The leader looked like a hungry coyote when he smiled at her. “You’ll be quiet, won’t you, miss. This ain’t nothing personal, you understand. Louis ain’t had a woman in a long time and I promised him.”
She began to shake.
He let go of her blouse and spread the cotton out as if he were erasing his prints. “First business. Then, if you cooperate, I won’t let the boys hurt you much.”
Louis pulled his gun. “He’s right. We get the money first.”
The one named Barney made it back. All the lights in the store were out except for the small lamp just behind the counter. No one passing would be able to see her from the windows. Maggie felt trapped by the wall of robbers. All air had left her world.
She forced her mind to clear. She couldn’t let fright cripple her. She stared at them and waited for a chance.
“Look at her, Boss.” Barney smiled. “She ain’t even going to scream. I heard she was a smart one. She knows it wouldn’t do her no good.” He leaned on the counter and bragged, “Boss told me I could slap you around if you start to put up a fight.”
“We’re wasting time. Get all the money in a bag and be quick about it.” The boss seemed far more interested in the money.
Maggie nodded and reached her hand beneath the counter. Beside the money box was an old Walker Colt her father had carried years ago in the war. Just as she gripped the barrel, a long ax handle flew out of the shadows.
She watched as if everything were happening in one long, stretched-out second. The ax handle hit Barney hard in the back of the head, sending him halfway across the counter and tumbling like a rag doll.
Louis swung his gun around and fired blindly into the darkened store as another swing slapped against his jaw so hard she heard bone break. The one called Adler backed up, drawing his gun just as the farmer stepped from the shadows swinging.
Maggie lifted the Colt and fired toward Boss Adler more to save the farmer than trying to hurt the robber.
Two blasts rang as one. The farmer spun and tumbled as Boss ran for the door.
She rushed around the counter with the gun in her hand and fired again. Just as Boss barreled through the door, she heard him scream and grab his leg, then limp away.
Maggie dropped the gun and ran to the farmer. He’d risked his life to help her. If he’d just stayed in the darkness, he wouldn’t have been hurt. Somehow this was all her fault.
It was too dark near the floor to see clearly. “Are you all right?” she yelled, brushing her hand over warm blood spilling across his shoulder. “I need to get you a doctor.”
To her surprise, he sat up, pushing her hand away. “I’m fine,” he said almost calmly. “And I’m not deaf, Maggie. Stop yelling at me.”
She took a long breath. Before she could thank the farmer, the sheriff and several other men came running through the broken door. Sheriff Raines, his gun drawn, moved straight toward her as the others spread out, lighting lamps and looking around.
“Are you all right, Miss Allison?”
“Yes,” she said. “This man stopped the others from robbing me.”
The sheriff looked at the man next to her. “You sure he wasn’t one of the robbers? He’s a Thompson.”
“I’m sure. Mr. Thompson saved my life, Sheriff. Those two,” she pointed at Barney draped across her counter, still out cold, and Louis wailing as he held his bloody face, “were trying to not only take my money, but they were . . .” She couldn’t say the words. She wouldn’t.
Thompson filled in the blank. “They were planning to molest her and probably leave her dead. I heard them talking at the livery when I rode in to pick up one of my horses.” He stood slowly but remained close to her. “The one called Boss mentioned to Louis that they didn’t plan to leave a witness.”
Maggie began to shake again and felt Thompson’s arm go round her waist as if bracing her. He continued talking to the sheriff. “I saw the leader once a few years ago. He’s Boss Adler, I think.”
Sheriff Raines shook his head. “He’s a bad one, but I’ve never been close enough to get a good look at him.” Raising an eyebrow, he added, “Never known a Thompson to get involved with anything going on in town either. You folks don’t seem to like kin, much less other people.”
“Maybe we just like to be left alone.” Sam was finished talking.
Louis stopped crying long enough to swear and say, “Boss’ll kill every last one of you here. That’s why he’s never been caught. He don’t leave no witnesses to testify against him.”
Maggie didn’t miss the way the sheriff and Thompson exchanged looks and, without another word, she knew she was in big trouble.
Chapter 3
Sam staggered a half step forward and was aware that suddenly Maggie was holding him up.
“Get him off his feet,” Sheriff Raines ordered. “I’ll go for the doctor.”
Sam wanted to argue, but the room seemed to be moving. He felt like a leaf floating over turbulent water.
“Can you walk?” Maggie whispered from close by.
He nodded and let her help him up the stairs behind the counter. She felt good next to him, holding on to him, moving with him each step. He hadn’t touched a woman in over two years, and the nearness of her shocked his system.
They stepped through a doorway into a small living quarters. As they moved to a table with only one chair, he tried to take in all that surrounded him. At first all he saw were colors. Reds and yellow and blues everywhere. Upholstered chairs and curtains and rugs. Shiny pots and glass ornaments, and flowers blooming indoors. This had to be Maggie’s apartment, but he’d never have dreamed that she would live surrounded by color.
“If you’ll tug off your coat and shirt, I’ll see what I can do to clean up the wound before Doc Mitchell gets here.” She turned around and began pouring water into a pan as if she expected him to follow orders.
“You don’t—”
She cut in before he could finish. “Don’t be a fool, Mr. Thompson. I’ve had training in nursing. I’m perfectly capable of cleaning the wound of the stranger who saved my life.”
She tied an apron around her waist and began rummaging through a drawer.
“I’m not a stranger, Maggie,” he said as he tugged off his coat. “We used to be friends. I’m . . .”
She looked up, her green eyes challenging. “You’re Samuel Thompson. I remember you.”
He smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt. “I’m glad.”
She carried a bundle of cotton bandages toward the table. “You were the only one in the school here who was nice to me. I remember running home every day and crying. I’d tell my mother the only one who didn’t yell at me was Samuel Thompson, and my mother would always say, ‘That Samuel Thompson must be a saint.’”
He relaxed with a smile. “Funny, I remember you and those green eyes, but I’d forgotten Miss Rogers called me Samuel.”
Maggie put her hand on his bare shoulder. “It’s good to see you again, Samuel. I wish you’d told me who you were when you first came in.”
He wished he had, also, but he wasn’t sure how he would have reacted if he’d introduced himself and she’d said she didn’t remember him. She’d meant so much to him growing up. Even though he rarely saw her after that year, she’d made him a better man. So many times when he’d almost given up on getting started and building a life, he’d thought of her and how she’d always pushed him to do his best.
Sitting very still, he watched her as she cleaned away the blood. “It’s not bad. An entrance and an exit wound at your shoulder. Looks like it missed the bone, but it sure is bleeding. I’ll try a cold compress.” As she worked, she lectured him on how he shouldn’t step into the middle of a robbery.
She was so close to him, he could feel her breath against his jaw and the slight hesitation of her touch as if she were afraid of hurting him. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed remembering the smell of her hair. Honeysuckle. Somehow he knew she’d still smell of honeysuckle.
“Can you clean it good and bandage it tight for me? I really need to be getting home. I’ve got a lot of work to do before this storm hits.”
“Of course. Your wife is probably wondering about you.” Her voice sounded more formal suddenly. “But I’d recommend you see—”
“My wife died two years ago in childbirth,” he interrupted.
Green eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry. Did the baby live?”
Sam watched her closely. “He only weighed a little over three pounds.”
She shook her head. “I’m so sorry, Samuel.” Her hand brushed his shoulder as she pressed against the wound to stop the bleeding.
They heard someone coming up the stairs and waited until the sheriff appeared, his hat in hand. He looked around and hesitated as if unsure if he should come inside.
“The doctor?” Maggie said without moving away from Sam.
Sheriff Raines seemed relieved to have something to say. “He ain’t coming. I found him passed out at the Wilson party. Someone had propped him up in a chair, and I don’t think anyone had noticed he was out cold.”
“I don’t need him,” Sam snapped. “Maggie can bandage me up better than he could anyway.”
Raines looked confused. “That right, Miss Allison?”
She smiled. “I’ll do my best. Samuel and I have been friends for years, Sheriff. I’d hate to lose him to poor skills. Though I’m no nurse, I have an ointment in my medical kit that will keep down the infection, and I do know how to dress a wound.”
The sheriff looked confused. “You two are friends?”
Sam smiled at her as she worked. “We have been since the first grade.”
“Well, good, ’cause my deputy says the two outlaws we got over in the jail are yelling about how Boss Adler will be back soon to kill both of you. I’ve been trying my best to think of somewhere Miss Allison could go to be safe, but I doubt anyone in town would want to risk their family to offer her a place. Now I know you two are friends, I think it might be a good idea if you took her home with you, Thompson. Nobody but your kin has ever been down in that part of the canyon, so she’d be safe there. If Boss does try to come after you and her, he’ll never figure out which place is yours, and if he knocks on very many Thompson kin doors, they’ll probably shoot him for being a bother.”
“More than likely,” Sam said as he agreed with the sheriff. “But I’m sure Maggie would be safer here.” He couldn’t shake the feeling that the sheriff wanted her gone more than he wanted her safe.
“No,” she whispered. “I know of no one who’d risk his or her life to hide me, and I’d never ask you to.”
When he turned to look at her, he knew she was telling the truth. In almost twenty years nothing had changed, he realized. Neither one of them had any friends in this place. He didn’t want to take her home with him, but he couldn’t leave her here.
She tied off the bandage as he looked at the sheriff. “If you’ll stay here while she packs a few things, I’ll go get my horses and take her with me, but you’ll tell no one, not even the deputies, where she’s gone.”
Raines looked like he wasn’t in favor of the idea he’d suggested, but he nodded as Sam pulled on his bloody shirt over the bandages. “No one would believe me anyway.” The sheriff shrugged. “I’ve never known a Thompson to invite anyone down into that canyon.”
Sam didn’t argue. He just nodded once to Maggie and walked out.
Wrapped in his own thoughts, Sam walked back to where he’d tied his horses. He had little use for the sheriff. If it didn’t happen in his town, he really wasn’t interested. Three years ago when Otis Dolton, Sam’s neighbor, beat his fifteen-year-old daughter half to death, the sheriff didn’t bother to come out and talk to Otis.
The next time Danni Dolton was beaten, she made it as far as Sam’s house, crying that if she’d gone toward town her father would just find her and beat her for running away. Sam took the kid in and cared for her. Danni was more girl than woman, afraid of the world. She’d been keeping house and cooking for her old man since her mother died. Even though Sam never hurt her, she was usually as far away as she could get from him in the house and she refused to go farther than the barn for fear her father would snatch her.
When her dad showed up to take her back, Sam stood between them while the old man yelled at her. Dolton swore he’d be back with the sheriff. Sam doubted that, but to make sure Danni never had to go back to hell, they went over to Tascosa and got married.
After that, she’d come by the fire at night and he’d read to her from one of his books. It didn’t seem to matter what he read, she just liked listening. She never ate a meal with him or talked unless she had to. They’d been married about six months when she crawled in bed with him. She lay perfectly still without her nightgown on as if knowing what was to come. He rolled near her and asked her twice if she wanted this before he saw her nod in the shadows.
Without a word, he’d mated with her. After that, she’d come to him now and then. She never touched him. He never forced her or even touched her more than was necessary. He knew nothing of lovemaking, but he knew how to mate. When he finished, she’d move away and he’d feel so hollow inside he feared he might freeze to death.
After she died, he swore he’d never get involved with anyone again. Now he was taking the one woman he’d ever cared about home with him. If he hadn’t stayed away from Danni when she was under his roof, how was he ever going to stay away from Maggie? Danni never even told him she liked him, much less loved him, and Maggie had just made it plain that he was probably the only friend she had.
He swore, suddenly realizing when Maggie got to his house she’d probably turn around and ride right back to town. What faced her at his place just might be more frightening than Boss Adler.