Love Inspired Historical October 2013 Bundle: A Family for Christmas\The Secret Princess\Taming the Texas Rancher\An Unlikely Union (54 page)

“Did you make this chair, Levi?” she finally asked.

He grinned. “Sure did. All I had to do to make it yours was readjust the height.”

Hannah stood and ran her hand over the vine design that decorated the chair back. “It is beautiful.”

“Thank you, again.”

She looked at him. A strand of brown hair rested on his forehead. His deep green eyes seemed calm and full of joy. Levi was so much like Daniel, and yet so different. Of the two brothers, he was easier to talk to. Maybe because he felt more relaxed around her. Levi seemed to want to please and make her comfortable.

Did he think she’d fall in love with him instead of Daniel? Hannah realized that could be the motivation behind his gift giving. She sighed. Why did this all have to be so complicated? She knew she had to set Levi straight. She’d promised to marry Daniel, and marry him she would, if they fell in love. If not, Hannah knew she’d not come between the brothers. Now, how was she going to explain this to Levi without hurting his feelings?

Chapter Eleven

“L
ook, Levi. I know you are trying to be nice and everything, but I want you to know that if you are trying to court me—”

Levi raised both hands. “Hold up there, Hannah. That is the furthest thing from my mind. You are Daniel’s girl. I don’t mind teasing him a bit about you, but I’ve no intention of being anything more to you than a friend, or someday a brother-in-law.”

For a brief moment, Hannah felt foolish. She’d assumed, and she shouldn’t have. Warmth flooded her cheeks. “Good,” she replied.

He rubbed his neck, probably unaware his actions were the same as his sibling’s. She smiled. Levi was a good brother, and deep in her heart she knew that Daniel was, too.

“I guess I should go.” Levi started backing out the door.

Hannah sighed. “I’m sorry I embarrassed you, Levi.” She followed him down the steps.

He turned and studied her. “Well, since you did, I don’t feel so bad about asking you a question, even if it does embarrass you a mite.” A teasing glow filled his eyes.

Dread filled her. He was probably going to ask why she became a mail-order bride, and why she wanted to fall in love and be loved before she married. They were reasonable questions. Hannah took a deep breath and nodded.

“Why were you crying?” Concerned green eyes studied her face.

She released the air from her lungs. “Your brother came to get me today to show me a surprise. But we had to turn around because I wouldn’t ride on his horse. That’s what started it, but then I just decided to have a good cry.”

Levi crossed his arms and stared down at her. “Let me get this straight. You were crying because my brother wouldn’t take you for a surprise? Because you refused to ride Tornado?”

Hannah nodded. “Yes, but don’t forget I was feeling sorry for myself, so it wasn’t really Daniel’s fault.”

Levi shook his head as if to clear it. “Why wouldn’t you get on Tornado?” When she didn’t answer immediately, he pressed, “Are you afraid of horses?

It was going to come out sooner or later. Hannah sighed. “No. I’m afraid of getting stepped on again.”

She knew the moment understanding dawned. His gaze moved to her injured ankle, then up to meet her eyes. “So that’s what happened. A horse stepped on you.”

Hannah nodded. “Yes, and for the first time in twenty years I have an opportunity to ride again. I love horses, but every time I get close to one, close enough for it to shift sideways and step on me, I panic.” Tears filled her eyes once more. She forced herself to hold them in. He’d seen her cry once already and that was one too many times.

“Do you know how to get over that fear?” Levi asked.

Hannah knew to overcome the fear she’d have to face it, but how? “Yes, but I can’t.”

“Sure you can, and I’ll help you.” He grabbed her by the arm and began pulling her toward the wagon. “We’ll go to the barn and I’ll saddle up ole Clover. She’s Ma’s old horse. Children can play at her feet and she won’t budge.”

Even as he shoved her up on the wagon seat, Hannah protested. “I’m not so sure, Levi.”

He ignored her and swung up in turn. “You want to help Daniel run this ranch someday?”

She nodded. Hannah wanted to work the ranch more than she could express. The desire to brand calves, mend fences and ride the range overwhelmed her. More than anything, Hannah Young wanted to prove to herself she could still work a ranch.

* * *

Daniel wiped the sweat from his brow. The sun shone directly overhead and his stomach growled. His gaze moved down the fence line to the wire that still needed to be mended. Whoever had cut it the night before had done a fine job.

It had taken him half the morning to round up the cows and calves that had gotten out. He’d taken ole Jeb with him. Jeb was his best tracker and had found the cattle in record time.

Daniel tried to figure out who had cut his fences. Had a new cattle-rustling gang decided Granite was the place to stop off? He’d need to meet with other local ranchers and see if any of them had had their stock taken or their fences cut. Or perhaps this was more personal. None of the calves or cows were missing, and the fence had been cut in such a way that whoever did it knew it would take a couple days to replace.

Ole Jeb had taken the whole situation in stride. He’d only shrugged when Daniel had asked him who he thought might have done the job. That was Jeb’s way. He was quiet and did his work.

Daniel had left him with Miguel to corral the cows and calves. He knew without having to double-check that Jeb had gone back to working on the loose boards in the barn, and Miguel would be working his mother’s massive vegetable garden.

Now he and Cole were mending the fence. Daniel couldn’t help but wonder where his little brother had gone off to. “Where is Levi?” he asked.

Cole stood a little taller. “Said he would come around this afternoon, had something he needed to do this morning. I didn’t ask what, boss.”

It was just like Levi to be off doing who knew what when there was plenty of work for him right here on the ranch. “Let’s break for lunch. I’ll find my little brother and he and Sam can finish this job this afternoon.”

“I hate to ask, but what are you and I going to be doing?” Cole gathered their tools and piled them beside the fence post.

“We need to round up the rest of the cows and calves and get the calves branded. Whoever did this probably has a few head of our cattle already. We can’t afford to lose more.” He pulled himself into Tornado’s saddle.

Cole mounted his own horse. “I’ll head to the bunkhouse for grub, then meet you at the barn.”

Daniel nodded and turned toward the big ranch house. He’d wanted to show Hannah his home, and had hoped when she saw it she’d give up the notion of wanting love before marriage.

What had spooked her this morning? She’d seemed to be afraid of the horse. If that were the case, he’d handled her fear of Tornado wrong and hoped to make it up to her. But now, well, he’d have to explain that the branding had to be done before he could take her to see the “surprise.”

Would he ever understand her? She’d said she wasn’t afraid of the horse, but refused to ride him. Daniel knew he’d have to learn to talk to her and ask questions. He had asked what she was frightened of and she’d made a joke of it. How could he help her when he didn’t know what the problem was? Daniel shook his head. One thing was sure, running the ranch and courting a woman at the same time was not going to be easy.

He approached the house from behind. Tornado snorted at the knowledge that he was close to the barn and fresh grain. Daniel’s own stomach gurgled, reminding him breakfast had been hours earlier.

The sound of Hannah’s laughter floated on the breeze. He climbed off Tornado and led the stallion around the house. What was she doing here? Not that she wasn’t allowed to be at the house—he just hadn’t expected to find her there.

Hannah was leaning against his mother’s little brown mare, Clover. Her legs were far away from the horse and she rested her arms on the saddle, reminding him of a leaning ladder. What was the woman trying to do?

Levi’s laugh joined hers. “You have to get your feet closer to her, Hannah. You’ve done this a time or two now.” He was behind her, trying to push her legs toward the mare.

Daniel continued on toward the barnyard. When he was within normal speaking distance, he asked, “What are you two doing?”

Levi straightened. “Can’t you tell a riding lesson when you see one, big brother?” he asked with a cocky grin.

“Is that what you are calling this?”

Hannah’s hair had begun falling down. She turned her head and offered him a smile. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled. “It’s more a lesson on how not to get stepped on by a horse,” she said, pushing away from the horse and windmilling her arms until she stood upright.

Daniel pointed at the mare. “That’s Clover. She wouldn’t step on a child.”

“That’s what Levi said, but I’m not a child and she might change her mind about adults.” Hannah twisted her hands in her dress as she eyed the old mare.

He had a choice to make. Go eat lunch and leave his brother with his fiancée to bond over how to ride a horse, or ask her to lunch and offer to teach her how to get on the horse himself. Daniel felt someone watching him and looked at Levi.

His brother was smiling like a jack-o’-lantern at Halloween. “Maybe you should take over the lessons, big brother. I haven’t done very well. The closest I’ve gotten her to Clover is what you just witnessed.”

“Is this what you’ve been doing all morning?” Daniel asked.

“Not all morning. I went to the school with a small load of furniture and then we came here.” Levi tucked his hands in his back pockets and rocked on his boots.

Hannah walked over to stand beside Levi. “I’m sorry, Daniel. I should have realized Levi had chores to do.”

Daniel didn’t like the way she took the blame for his brother. Her soft blue eyes met his. “No harm done.”

“Glad that’s settled. I’m starving. What about you, Daniel? Is that why you returned to the house?” Levi asked. He started walking toward the ranch house, not bothering to stay and hear Daniel’s answer.

“As a matter of fact, it was.” Daniel offered Hannah what he hoped was an inviting smile. “Come have lunch with us, Hannah. Ma and Opal always fix way too much.” He held out his hand, wondering if she’d take it.

She hesitated. “I’m not sure your mother will be happy to see me at her dinner table, Daniel.”

“Ma has never turned anyone away from her table. Come on.” He wiggled his fingers.

Hannah rewarded him with a slow grin. Her hand slid into his. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” He wasn’t, but they’d find out soon enough what kind of mood Bonnie Westland was in today.

He led Hannah around back to where the wash supplies were sitting just outside the kitchen door. The smell of baked bread filled his nostrils.

Hannah washed first. He could see her hands trembling in the water basin. Bonnie Westland could be intimidating, he supposed, but she was his mother and sooner or later she’d have to come to an understanding about Hannah.

Opal opened the door. “About time you all came in. Bonnie has decided to have lunch in the formal dining room.”

Levi patted the housekeeper’s cheek. “Thanks for waiting for us,” he teased, and continued into the house.

* * *

“Hello, Opal,” Hannah said warmly, and then followed Levi, unsure what to expect. Bonnie Westland had made it clear she was not to sleep there. Did that include eating, too?

Her gaze took in the spacious kitchen. A small table with four chairs sat under the only window in the room. The rest of the area reminded her of a horseshoe. The sink and counter rested against the back wall. A large stove filled the next wall, along with a wood bin. Then the door that led to the formal dining room loomed before her.

Levi walked through it, but Hannah stopped. Would Mrs. Westland send her packing, as she had the day she’d arrived? Hannah swallowed the lump in her throat, suddenly wishing she’d declined Daniel’s invitation to lunch.

She felt his warm hand on her back. His breath fanned her ear as he whispered, “It will be all right.” Then he gave her a gentle shove through the door.

Hannah glared over her shoulder at him. Didn’t he understand how nervous she was? His mother hadn’t been very welcoming, and surprising her by arriving for lunch was a bit unsettling.

Bonnie Westland’s voice demanded, “Are you two going to stand there all day? Or have some lunch with the rest of us?”

Hannah took a deep breath and slowly turned to face Daniel’s mother, who sat at the head of the table. Steaming plates of food filled the table and created a hearty aroma in the dining area. Bonnie nodded toward a chair and Hannah moved to sit down.

Daniel followed her and took the seat at the other end of the table, so he and his mother faced each other. Hannah couldn’t help but wonder if this was their normal seating arrangement. Levi sat across from her and winked.

Bonnie cleared her throat. Hannah looked in her direction and saw that she had her arms resting on the table, her hands palm up. Levi laid one hand in hers and then extended his other hand for Daniel to take. Hannah immediately followed suit, realizing the Westlands held hands during prayer time.

“Daniel, you give the blessings,” Bonnie ordered.

Hannah’s mind wandered as Daniel blessed the food. She wondered if Bonnie had always been this firm with her boys. They seemed to jump whenever she barked. Her own mother had been a soft-spoken woman who seldom raised her voice. She ran her home with a sweet disposition, unlike Bonnie, who seemed to run hers with an iron fist.

When Hannah felt both Daniel and his mother release her hands, she picked up her napkin and laid it in her lap. Her gaze fell to the ham, cheeses, fresh vegetables and bowls of potatoes, green beans and other food choices. The Westlands ate like kings and queens, she thought. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she had skipped breakfast. “Everything looks lovely, Mrs. Westland,” she stated.

“It’s not there to look at. Dig in.” Bonnie picked up the platter of ham and dished herself two thick slices, then handed the plate to Levi.