Melony Jameson paced the porch in nervous agitation. Ian was late. He’d promised her father that he’d come for dinner. She’d spent days scheming for ways to hint marriage to him and finally came up with a viable plan. Her friend, Sally Conway just got engaged to the eldest son of the Bar X ranch. It was the perfect bit of news to lead into a conversation that would hint on him asking her for since she’d returned home from school in the east. It was time to take things further. She’d worked it all out in her head, but how could she put it into motion if he didn’t show up?
With summer on the horizon, the sun was setting later and later. For a young woman who came from means with time on her hands, this wasn’t always a good thing. Life could prove lonely. Any man worth a grain of salt would take advantage of the extra daylight to squeeze in a bit more work. For most ranchers, days were long and filled with chores that were seldom accomplished before the darkness of night forced them to quit and wait until daylight returned. She understood this, but Ian wasn’t most ranchers. He was one of the few ranch owners who was successful enough to be able to hire men to do the chores so that he could sit back and enjoy life, even for just a bit.
It annoyed her to no end that he still insisted on working right alongside of his men. Now, with this new venture with sheep farming, she questioned when she’d have an opportunity to corner him for a proposal again. It would surely be winter before it happened.
He just had to come to dinner. She simply had to find a way to squeeze that proposal out of him that night. Her biological clock was ticking. If she managed to get him to marry her right away, she could be settled into his beautiful big house with a belly full of baby by winter.
Adam Jameson stepped out onto the porch and placed the side of his hand at the rim of his thick, black brows to shade his eyes as he looked down the crowded street. “You’re either going to wear a path on that porch or wear down the soles of your shoes, girl.”
“He’s not coming, is he Father?” She pushed at a strand of silken, ebony hair that had escaped her carefully crafted pompadour and teased the side of her temple while her lavender eyes searched the street for a sign of Ian.
“I expect he’ll be along. The man has a lot on his plate these days. Are you sure that you want to set your sights on a rancher? Young George Appleby seems to be doing right well with his feed store. I hear tell he’s ready to settle down. He’s handsome enough and closer to you in age. Ian’s a good enough man, but he’s more my age than yours.”
“He’s also got your kind of money. It’s at least twice the money that George Appleby has. His house is as big and beautiful as ours, Father. George lives in a little one room hut that he threw together five years ago and has made no effort to improve upon since. How could you even think of pairing me with a man who wants to take a wife and place her in that shack he calls a home? Ian may be older and not as handsome, but he did things right. He took the time to create a paradise to bring his bride home to. You should consider that for your daughter. Most fathers would.”
Although it wasn’t the least bit hot or sticky, Melody pulled at the collar of her blouse while she briskly fanned herself with the delicate fan her father recently purchased for her on his recent trip to Billings. He’d told her it was all the rage with the fine ladies there.
“I feel like I might faint if we do not have our dinner soon, Father.”
“Go have Julia loosen your stays,” he drawled as he lowered his lean, five-feet-ten-inch frame into his favorite rocking chair and lit a cigar. His dark eyes joined her in the search for signs of Ian. “I won’t be rude. We’ll wait until one hour after the sun sets before we put him down as a no show and eat dinner.”
Although she would have preferred to stamp her feet in protest as she entered the house in search of their maid, she was ever mindful of appearances. So, with the grace of the lady she thought herself to be, she summoned a sweet smile for her father as she glided, gracefully, through the front door.
The house was built in the popular Victorian style that lined the streets of most eastern cities. Her father built it to mirror the one her mother grew up in as a gift to reward her for agreeing to move so far away from the civilization that’d she known and loved. Not that Fort Benton wasn’t growing every day, but it certainly couldn’t compare with Boston.
They’d sent Melody east to a finishing school. Mary was also insistent that her daughter experience the hustle and bustle of the east before she made her decision about where to settle down. She had enough relatives in the Boston area to care for her, should she wish to stay and find a husband.
She’d returned only the year earlier, a mirror of her mother’s petite, dark beauty with solid ideas of what she wanted in life. Unlike her mother, she preferred the expansive and picturesque scenery that only the west could provide. This surprised her mother and pleased her father, who felt the same.
He considered his daughter’s words. She’d proven to be far more level headed than he’d expected from a spoiled socialite moved west. She knew what she wanted in life and was prepared to go after it. He thought about her mother, his wife. Melody was the image of her mother, but that’s where it ended. Mary proved to be far more frivolous than her daughter. She’d grown up pampered and spoiled at a school for young ladies. When Adam approached her father, he was but a young doctor fresh out of school. Fortunately, he was heir to a considerable family fortune that he used to back their eventual settling in the west where he hoped his skills as a physician would make a difference. Had Mary been more like her daughter, Melody, he doubted she’d have accepted the match and blindly made the move when he complained just five years after their marriage that he felt like he was lost in the crowd of healers and wanted to go where his talents would be more needed and appreciated.
With four-year-old Melody at her hip and three-month-old Thomas on her teat, his ever-faithful wife followed him on board a train that took them as far west as possible and, without complaint, traveled by wagon the rest of the way. When he tried to imagine his daughter being so faithful and obliging, he could only chuckle. May the good lord watch over the man Melody ended up with and bless him with the patience of a saint because he’d need it. He’d also need deep pockets. He guessed Ian Murry was one of the few men for miles around who fit the mold his daughter had formed when she thought about what she required in a husband. He’d managed to tolerate her ways, and even enjoy them, for a year now. If he did propose, it was probably for the best. It was certainly time.
The sight of Ian approaching on foot caught his attention and he stood to greet him. With a smile on his face, he extended his hand in greeting. “We were just wondering if you got tied up or waylaid into not making it.”
Ian could hear Melody’s nearly angelic voice singing to the music she played on the piano as he climbed the steps and accepted his host’s vigorous handshake. He enjoyed her singing. It never failed to ease the tension of the day from his muscles. More than once, he’d thought what it would be like to have that lovely voice lulling him into a state of heaven on a regular basis.
After being directed to the second rocker on the porch, he joined Adam for a smoke. Instead of a cigar, he opted for a hand-rolled cigarette.
“Melody will be happy to see you,” Adam said with a chuckle. “I’m going to warn you. The girl’s just itching for a proposal. I suppose she’d have my head if she heard me mentioning it to you, but I’m far too hungry to let my dinner be ruined by her damn fool hints and frivolous gossip.”
“Gossip?” Ian wondered if they’d heard grumbling of the other ranchers.
“One of her friends got engaged to the oldest boy over at the Bar X. Now she’s hell bent on getting married.”
Ian chuckled. “I see.”
He’d been considering marriage to Melody for some time now. He’d spent his years building an empire fit to bring a wife home to. Now that he’d accomplished that, it was time to marry and start a family. He’d developed a strong love for her over the last year, but was it strong enough to hold up under the strain of her not being happy as a rancher’s wife? She seemed far too headstrong, pampered, and accustomed to the conveniences and pleasures living in a community offered. Would she really be able to live as the wife of a rancher whose nearest neighbor was a twenty-minute buggy ride away? He decided to voice this doubt and see what his good friend had to say about it. “I can’t see the daughter of a popular physician of good social standing living so far away from the bustling society she loves so much as the wife of a rancher.”
“I have my doubts about that too, but she’s hell bent on snaring you. The isolation factor, that is. You come from fine Irish stock and are certainly just as socially elevated as I am, so there’s no worries there.” Adam leaned forward to better get Ian’s attention. “Tell you what. Why don’t you two have a long engagement? Say, a year or two. That will give you some time to bring her out to the ranch for extended visits and see how she handles it.”
“She’s been to the ranch.”
“Only while accompanying me and never for more than an overnight night stay. She needs to experience what it would be like to stay away from society for several days. Maybe even a week at a time or a month, even, to get the full effect of ranch living.”
“She’d go along with that?” Knowing how impatient Melody seemed, Ian questioned the suggestion.
“If she wants to marry you, she damned well better.”
“Well,” Ian mused. “She is a pretty young thing who has managed to steal my heart. She presents herself well, too. I never asked her age. I know she’s young next to me, but just how old is she?”
“She’ll be eighteen next month.”
“She’d still be young enough to have a few kids if we waited a few years,” Ian said, thoughtfully. “I’m thirty-nine, you know.”
“I told her you were past your prime, but she doesn’t care. Her sights are set on you and that’s that.”
“Well, alright then. If she’ll agree to at least a year’s engagement and come to the ranch for long stays during that time, I’ll make the proposal.”
With an enormous smile that openly displayed his pleasure, Adam assured him that his daughter would agree and extended his hand for Ian to shake on the matter.
The music stopped. They were still smiling, chatting, and shaking hands when Melody sauntered back onto the porch. She wore the usual serene smile she’d stood before the mirror over the years to practice and perfect. “Why, Mr. Murray, what a delight.”
Ian freed his hand from Adam’s as he lept from the rocker. Removing his hat from his head, he bowed low. “Miss Jameson. You are as lovely as ever this evening.”
Although he’d left Ireland twenty years earlier, Ian’s speech still told of his origins. Melody found it soothing and melodic to listen to. “I trust our little dinner invitation did not prevent you from concluding your day’s business?”
Ian flashed a warm smile. He remembered his departed father’s words when he was just a boy; Son. If you find yourself a woman who shows an interest in a man’s livelihood, treasure her.
Adam stood. “I’ll go tell the cook we’re ready for dinner.”
Melody was about to follow her father into the house when Ian asked her to stay behind because he had a very important topic he wished to discuss that just couldn’t wait. She spread her fan wide and held it close to her bosom in hopes of covering any hint of how wildly her heart was beating. It felt as if it was about to break a few bones in her rib cage as she struggled to maintain steady, relaxed breathing.
Her legs barely supported her as she listened to his proposal. Disappointment mixed with elation at his insistence of a long engagement for the assurance that she fully understood what the life of a rancher entailed. With a few flirtatious battings of her long, black eye lashes that perfectly matched her thick, black hair -followed by the widening of her lavender eyes to impress upon him her virgin innocence- she agreed to his terms.
Ian was so tired from the grueling schedule he’d kept in making ready for the arrival of the sheep that he stumbled just a bit when he got off his horse in front of the little house he’d decided he’d occupy while in the newly cleaned up, former settlement of Muddy Creek.Roy, his cook’s helper who was sent there a few weeks earlier to cook for the clean-up crew, limped out onto the front porch of the house they’d salvaged for him. It was slightly larger than the one Ian would occupy, which was good since it was to serve as a mess hall as well as a bunk house for Roy. By the expanse of space that looked like it once had structures on it between that building and the one that Ian would occupy, he guessed two, possibly three buildings had once stood. Opposite the cook’s mess house was a freshly repaired house that would serve as the bunk for the eight hands. “Over here’s the cook’s hut, boss. I got a pot of
Ian refused to succumb to the desire to stay in bed when he heard his men rousing outside. He sat on the edge of the narrow cot and focused on getting his bearings straight while he watched Roy fill the pitcher on the washstand with warm water.“Mornin’, boss. Looks like it’s gonna be good weather for the sheep delivery.”“Your job is to cook, not be my manservant.”“Jackson put the word out for a housekeeper to tend to the cleaning and stuff like this, but nothin’ yet. I don’t mind helpin’ out.”Ian ran his fingers through his thick, brown hair. “Finding a man willing to do that type of work won’t be easy and I’m not sure a woman would want to come this far away from civilization.”“We heard tell of a widow some miles up north who might work. Her man was killed by a bear last winter. She’s got three
The old cook had removed Ian’s coat and covered her with a clean sheet. “I don’t feel right washin’ down such personal parts, boss. I ain’t no doctor. It don’t seem fittin’ touchin’ her there.”“It’s good of you to respect the lady’s modesty, Roy, but if we don’t get her cleaned up, she’ll surely die. Those bites look angry.”“Ya’ve got blood on yer coat. If I don’t tend to it right away, it’ll stick,” the old cook whined.Ian heaved a sigh. “Okay. You tend to my coat and I’ll clean the girl up as best I can.”“I’ll wash her for ya, boss,” said a young man who Ian had yet to be formally introduced to. By the lecherous look in his eyes, Ian knew he’d have to refuse the help.“You men get back to business. I’ll tend to things here. Let me
The crew may have been smaller than Ian intended to start out with, but they settled the sheep into their new home with remarkable speed and competency. Ian felt even more confident about his decision to raise sheep by the end of the day than he had in the beginning. The satisfied smile he’d worn during their evening meal stayed put right up until he entered his house and came face to face with a very beautiful, but frightened, young woman crouched in the corner of the room.He chastised himself for getting so involved with his sheep that he forgot about the poor girl. He couldn’t believe how callous and self-indulgent his behavior was. He hadn’t even been thoughtful enough to bring her dinner. When he spotted the remnants of the same meal he’d just eaten on a plate sitting on the small table, he breathed a sigh of relief. At least Roy kept his presence of mind and looked out for the girl. He’d also provi
The smell of fresh coffee permeated the air as he dragged his lean, muscular body out of bed the following morning. Fresh water was in the bowl and pitcher on the washstand and, if his nose was correct, bread was baking. He had a pump in the kitchen section of the main room, so the water was easily explained. As for the bread, since he had no oven, he couldn’t imagine how this could be.He quickly washed up and headed out to the main room His face lit up when he saw the old, cast iron bread roaster that hung on the wall being used in the large fireplace.The young woman was putting the fireplace to good use by scrambling eggs in bacon grease in a large cast iron frying pan that had also been pulled from its hook on the wall.“Smells good,” Ian said as he accepted the mug of coffee she offered. “We have a cook and a mess house for food. You don’t need to put yourself out like this.”“It feel
Roy stretched his legs out in front of him as he sat on the bench that was positioned beneath his window on the porch. “Mornin’, boss. Did the gal manage yer breakfast ok? I didn’t have the heart to say ‘no’ when she asked for supplies.”Ian stopped in front of the mess house and propped a foot onto the edge of the porch that was only inches above the ground and lit a cigarette. “It was damn fine. A real surprise.”“I ain’t gonna lose my job to her, am I?” Roy asked, worriedly.“This camp is no place for a pretty young girl. I’m off to see if I can track down who she might have been with. They probably got separated and are worried sick.”“Does she remember anything, yet?”Ian shook his head. “She didn’t even know she was attacked. It’s a damned shame. It’d be a lot easie
Angel was sitting in front of the fireplace drying her long, blonde mane when Ian entered the house. His breath caught in his chest when she turned and smiled at him. She looked so sweet and lovely. She’d found a piece of rope to use as a belt to keep her pants in place. The oversized clothes made her seem even younger than he guessed her to be.“You’re moving with ease today,” he said as he hung his hat on a hook by the door and then did the same with his gun belt. “That salve must have done the trick.”“That, plus the care you gave me after you found me. I took a good look at the wounds while I applied more salve after bathing. Some are deep. I have no doubt they would have gotten infected enough to cost me my life if you hadn’t been kind enough to care for me. Instead, they’re healing so nicely, I doubt I’ll see signs of them in a few days.”
Ian entered the mess house and sat at the long harvest table.Surprised to see his boss in the middle of the day, Roy wiped the flour from his hands and joined him. “How’s the babysittin’ goin’?”Ian chortled. “It does kind of feel a little like that. I’m walking on eggs trying not to upset her.”“She was real skittish about goin’ to the river.”“Can you blame her? She’s a young woman in a camp full of men.”“Don’t know how I’d feel in that situation. Does she give ya a hard time about sleepin’ alone in the house with ya?”“I can’t imagine that young thing giving anyone a hard time about anything,” Ian said as he rolled himself a cigarette. “I got engaged while in Fort Benton,”“Congratulations, boss. I was wonderin’ when ya planned on startin&rs
Melody’s refusal to abandon their boss and the courage she showed during the ordeal earned her a new and permanent respect with the men; even the newly hired ones. Jackson smiled with a heartfelt warmth in her direction as he watched her pamper Ian back to health. There was no denying that she’d make him a good wife.It was decided that the old Indian would sleep until the light of day, after which he insisted that he be taken back to his people. He was exhausted from the ordeal, the tension of fetching the old man and what happened afterward, but how could Roy refuse? He made his excuses and fell onto his cot to grab what little sleep he could manage before he’d be called upon to return the medicine man to the Blackfoot encampment. His only consolation was the old woman he knew the chief would send to his tent as a gesture of hospitality. It wasn’t even the sex that he was thinking of. It was simply the comfort of a warm, loving body
Once he was no longer needed, Pete joined Melody in holding vigil at the window. They said nothing, but each was well aware of the difference in the behavior of a few of the spirits that wandered the charred earth. Not only were they looking more alert and becoming more animated, but they were starting to speak with each other. Pete was relieved to see that it was only a small portion of the spirits that were coming to life, but it was still enough to worry him. If bullets didn’t work on them, what were they supposed to use if those devils decided to attack? Harold’s vicious end would be embedded in his mind forever.“I’ll shoot myself before I let them rip me apart,” he said in a voice so low and soft that Melody questioned if she heard him right. “Do ya think they’ll come at us if we stay out of sight?”“I believe that is why we came indoors,” she mused as she contin
Jackson marveled over how quickly Adam managed to maneuver his way across the charred grass, while Angel still struggled to gain ground toward them. It was a testimony to the strength of the medicine man’s magic. He turned to the old man and asked, “How long do you think you can hold her back?”“She is very powerful. I have called in the ancestors for help. We will see if they can give it.”“If they can’t?” Jackson asked with raised brow.“She will take possession of his soul and leave the body where it lies.”Adam scowled. “I see the mess house is singed, but still standing. I need to either get him into the mess house so that I can treat him or fetch my doctor’s bag so that I can do something for him here.”Pete’s fear of the happenings kept him from following Adam and Melody when they returned from the river. The ex
They gently laid Ian on the porch so that they could better inspect his condition, as well as come up with a plan to get through the sea of raging fire and spirits to where the old Indian sat. They’d concluded that they were witnessing the reenactment of the fire that killed the settlement.“Damn,” Jackson hissed. “She’s bit him so many times that his flesh looks like chopped meat.”Roy shook his head. “I had no idea she was so crazy. She seemed normal when she first got here, but, as time wore on, she changed.”“As did he.”Roy nodded. “As did he.”“We’re gonna need Doc to look at him.”Roy shook his head. “Let’s get him to the old man before we do anythin’ else.”Mike’s bellow of surprise as he was tossed through the closed door shook them both to the core. They were even more sh
Roy stared out of the window in disbelief as he watched the old Indian sit peacefully next to the fire he’d built while men, women, and children in flames scrambled all around him. Their screams permeated the inside of his head. “Is this real?”“It sure feels real,” Pete stammered as he and Jacob tossed water onto the shutters in hopes of preventing the rustic building from catching fire. “We need to be doin’ this to the outside. ““Do ya really want to brave goin’ out with that ghost mob after seein’ what happened to Harold?”Adam stepped forward. “Do you think they’ll pay us any mind with all that’s happening out there now? They weren’t on fire when they attacked Harold.”“Ya mean, killed Harold,” Jacob corrected.Mike had to make several attempts to light his cigarette with his trembling hands. “Ho
Ian’s hand cupped Angel’s breasts as she leaned back against his chest. She could feel his pecker pressing against her backside as his desire mounted. It had been less and fifteen minutes since they’d made love in the bedroom, yet he was ready for more; as was she. Her voice was soft and husky as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt to expose her hardened nipples. “I love it when you touch me there.”He turned her body enough to allow him to bend down and gently nibble on a hardened rosebud. His muffled voice came from deep in his throat as he asked her if she liked him nibbling her.“I like you doing all that you do. It makes me feel warm and beautiful. I can’t get enough.”His calloused hands deftly unfastened her pants and pushed them to the floor. “You are irresistible. So beautiful. You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes o
Eluwilussit shuddered as he walked the perimeter of the camp. He felt as if he was invading a burial ground that was filled with the spirits of the dead who had yet to find peace in the afterlife. Invading a ground of such unrest was never good. Regrets for agreeing with the council to tend to this white man’s problem abounded.It was his brother’s son, Kitchi, who had so foolishly allowed himself to get tangled up with a bunch of wild white men. He had no doubt that Kitchi wouldn’t have survived their vicious treatment if Roy hadn’t come along and rescued him. He listened to his nephew tell the story of how brave Roy was to face down half a dozen men on his own for the sake of an Indian boy he’d never met at many tribal meetings. He spoke of how fast Roy was with a gun and how he’d shot the pistols out of two of the men’s hands and wounded another in the shoulder before the rest of the
Jackson and Adam were in the middle of trying to convince Melody that it was better to leave the camp before things got any weirder when Mike announced the return of Roy. All conversation stopped as they watched the horses enter the camp with a majestic sureness.Roy’s bay was in front of the paint that carried a medicine man who sat like an erect statue. The contrast between them was stark. It wasn’t just the fact that the bay was tall and sleek with the typical western tack and the paint was shorter and stocky with drawings on its face and body and a brilliant colored blanket on its back. It was also the way the two men carried themselves on the backs of their steeds. Roy greeted them with a broad smile while he sat in a casual way that showed he was adept on horseback. The medicine man’s stone-like face looked straight ahead. It was as if he didn’t know they were there, or didn’t care.Whe
Ian was just going into the house when Melody and Jackson returned from the river. He stopped and politely bowed to her while keeping one foot on the ready to step onto his porch.“I’m so glad we caught you, Ian. I wanted to see if you would join us for dinner tonight?”“Your father is waiting for you, my dear. I believe he is eager to leave,” Ian said in a gentle tone that hinted of the love she knew he still felt for her.“But, we’ve had no time to speak,” she said with a sweet smile.The door opened far enough for Melody to see Angel’s shaded form. Her blonde hair hung wild and free around her shoulders. At closer inspection, she could see the flesh of the woman’s legs beneath the hem of the oversized man’s shirt that hung well below her knees.Ian took her gloved hand in his and brought it to his lips. “I must get back inside