keep him out of drafts and such.” She turned and looked up at his shadowed features. “Noah?”
He jerked at her address. “Yeah.”
“I was wondering…that is, were you hoping I’d say yes and go with Estelle? I mean, it’s a bother having me here, and you don’t even know me. I wouldn’t think poorly of you if you’d just as soon I not be here.”
“You’n the baby are better off here.”
He hadn’t said he wanted her here, however. He felt a responsibility, though, and for now his sense of duty was her salvation. “I’m grateful,” she said softly.
“Go to bed now.”
“All right.” She headed for the house, sensing him behind her. He remained on the back stoop while she entered the kitchen and hung her coat. She dipped a pail of water, gave him a little wave through the screen door and headed up the stairs.
Kate slept amazingly well under Noah’s roof. Though it was a strange place and a completely new environment, she felt safe and comfortable. She woke rested and felt somewhat guilty over the fact when she saw Levi’s mother.
Estelle had dark rings under her eyes and her face seemed puffy. After breakfast, she donned a hat with a black veil that shaded her eyes and gave her a dramatic sorrowful air, which Kate suspected had been her intention.
Kate wore her other good dress. It looked similar to the last, except that it had an inch of lace that showed at the hem and at each sleeve. Estelle had shaken her head upon seeing it, but commented that there was nothing to be done about her costume that day.
Noah wore dark trousers, a jacket with the collar turned up and a shirt and string tie. A black felt hat shaded his eyes.
Newt and a fellow they called Jump came to nail the lid on the coffin, carry out it out and place it on the back of a wagon.
Within the hour, townspeople arrived, along with the preacher. Kate met Marjorie Benson, a tall woman with friendly brown eyes and a big smile. The crowd walked behind the wagon, which Noah guided to a grassy area. Piles of rocks indicated other graves.
“Who else is buried here?” Kate asked Marjorie.
“The senior Mr. Cutter and an old drover that I know of.”
A hole had already been prepared for the casket. The people gathered and four men lowered it into the grave. Kate got a sinking feeling at the permanence of the act. Levi had been her husband for such a brief time. All these folks had known him longer than she. But she carried a part of him inside her. A baby he’d left her before he’d run off and taken up with another man’s wife. How many of these people knew that part? she wondered. Thinking of it, Kate felt used and of little value.
Reverend Davidson read from the Book of Psalms and said a prayer. Estelle sobbed woefully and dabbed her nose with a delicate lace-edged hankie. Two sympathetic women friends braced her on either side.
From under the brim of her bonnet, Kate studied faces. Some were curious, others were filled with empathy. Noah’s was shaded as always. He stood apart, his chin down and his right hand in his pocket as it had been during the entire service.
When the praying came to an end, Noah, having pulled on a pair of gloves, stepped forward, took up a shovel and began to move earth from the mound beside the grave into the hole.
Kate’s eyes filled with smarting tears. She wasn’t sure if she was crying for Levi, for herself or for Noah who determinedly covered the wooden coffin with dirt.
Marjorie gave her a sympathetic hug. “You poor dear, so young—much too young to be a widow. Noah is gruff and seems unreachable, but he’ll do right by you. I trust he will.”
Kate nodded. She believed that, too, or she wouldn’t have been here.
Kate didn’t know how she endured the day. It lasted forever and the house and yard were continually filled with strangers. She was introduced to Eldon and Mildred Sweetwater and learned that Eldon and his son Burdell were the town bankers. Burdell’s wife, Diana, was a lovely woman with two children.
Annie Carpenter was the seamstress Estelle had told Kate about, and she was married to a blue-eyed man named Luke. Estelle made a point of telling Annie that they would be visiting her for a wardrobe soon.
“I have two ladies working for me now,” Annie told them. “So we should be able to handle your clothing needs quickly.”
Kate met the Renlow family, nearby ranchers who were also related to the Sweetwaters. So many curious and assessing gazes were cast her way, she felt like a two-headed calf in a carnival.
At one point Kate looked out over the array of buggies and wagons, the smatterings of folks engaged in conversation beside makeshift tables of food, and imagined herself instead at the lake Noah had told her of. She pictured a smooth, placid body of water, turquoise like the river that flowed down from Indian Peaks, with soft grass along the banks and mounds of clover in which to lie back and gaze at the clouds.
Noah had disappeared once people arrived and swarmed over the Rockin’ C like ants on a cake crumb, and she couldn’t blame him. Wherever he was, she’d bet it was a far cry better than being here.
Kate ventured around the side of the house to escape the press of neighbors. Along the entire north side lay a garden in early spring garb. Rocks had been used as curving borders along the beds. The ground appeared freshly turned around the plants. Kate couldn’t name most of the greenery, but she recognized the rosebushes planted in abundance.
What a lovely sight this must be when the buds came into bloom! The garden lay just below the triple floor-length dining room windows and would be beautiful even from inside. She planned to throw open the windows and smell the roses once they bloomed.
Noah, a gardener. It was difficult to imagine.
At last gathering her resolve, she returned. Eventually the ranchers and townspeople expressed their sympathy for the thousandth time and bid their goodbyes. Estelle accepted a ride from Dr. Martin, wedged her valise in the back of his buggy and rode off with a wave and promises to return and assist her newly found daughter-in-law.
Kate entered the kitchen, where dishes had been washed and stacked and the table was laden with food in various containers and wraps.
She hadn’t been able to eat more than a few bites all day, but she still wasn’t hungry. She was exhausted to the very marrow of her bones, however, so she climbed the stairs, removed her shoes and dress and fell onto the bed in a heap.
It was dusk when a rap at the door woke her.
Kate sat up, disoriented for a moment, and then the room and the day rushed back into her mind. She gathered a folded quilt from the foot of the bed around her and padded to open the door.
Noah stood holding a plate of food and a mason jar filled with milk. “You should eat.”
She stepped back. “I suppose I should. I do feel a little hungry now, thank you.”
He didn’t enter.
“Have you eaten?” she asked.
“Doin’ that now.”
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