was getting more red in the face as he talked. A vein jumped in his forehead. Milly fought the urge to pluck the hanky he had sticking out of his pocket and wipe his brow.
“The good Lord knows I’d hoped somethin’ might grow between my boy Wes and you or Sarah, once the war was over. But it didn’t work out that way.”
Wesley Waters was one of the Simpson Creek boys who had not returned. Milly, Sarah and Wes had been friendly, but never anything more. But Milly believed his father hadn’t wanted a romance between Wes and either of the Matthews girls nearly as much as he’d wanted a means of joining the Matthews land to his.
“Just tell me, how are you two going to cope out here, with Josh laid up and only that no-account boy t’help you?” He made a wide arc with his arm, including the whole ranch.
“We’ll be all right, Mr. Waters. Mr. Brookfield has very kindly offered to stay on and help us while Josh is laid up.”
He blinked at her. “That foreigner? What does he know about ranchin’? Beggin’ yer pardon, Miss Milly, but have you been spendin’ too much time in the sun without your bonnet? And that scheme of yours of invitin’ men here t’marry is just plumb foolishness. Your pa would want me to tell you that, too!”
Temper flaring, Milly went rigid. “Mr. Waters, the way you’re talking, I’m not sure you ever really knew my father after all. My pa always encouraged me to pray about a problem, then use my brain to solve it.”
“And this is the solution your brain cooked up?” he said, pointing an accusing finger at Nick, who had just come out onto the porch. “Bringing an outsider—a foreigner—to Simpson Creek?”
Nick crossed the yard in a few quick strides. From where he had been, Milly knew he could not have heard Bill Waters’s words, but he’d seen the finger pointed at him, for he asked quietly, “Is there a problem, Miss Matthews?”
She could have kissed him for coming to her side just then. “No, Mr. Waters was just fretting about his need to leave and go take care of his own ranch. But I assured him we’d be fine, with you to help us.”
She saw Waters try to stare Nick down, but Nick returned his gaze calmly. “I’m sure Miss Matthews appreciates your concern,” he said. “And I assure you I’ll do everything in my power to ensure her safety and that of her sister.” He offered his hand, which Waters pretended not to see.
“I’ll count on that, Brookfield,” he growled. “Good day, Miss Milly,” he called over his shoulder as he stalked off to his waiting horse.
Bill Waters is nothing but a patronizing hypocrite, trying to hide his greed under a cloak of concern! thought Milly.
“What did he say to you? You’re shaking,” Nick observed, still keeping his voice low as Waters led the way out of the yard.
Milly was still stinging at Waters’s condescending words, but she didn’t want to repeat what the old rancher had said about Nick. Just then, she was saved from the necessity of talking about it by the arrival of the circuit preacher’s buggy rolling into the barnyard.
“Reverend Chadwick, how nice of you to visit,” she called, reaching the buggy just as the silver-haired preacher set the brake and stepped out of his buggy.
“Miss Milly, I was in Richland Springs. I was so upset to arrive back in town this morning and hear what had happened to you,” he said, embracing her, then staring with dismay at the blackened ruin of the barn. “I came straight here. I didn’t stop any longer than it took to water the horses,” he said.
“Reverend Chadwick, a circuit rider can’t be everywhere at once. We certainly understand that,” Milly protested.
“And how is Josh?”
She told the preacher about their foreman’s injuries. “I’m sure he’d be pleased to see you,” she said. “Come inside. But before you do, Reverend, I’d like you to meet Mr. Nicholas Brookfield, who’ll be helping us out here while Josh recovers.”
Chapter Six
After introductions were made, Milly mercifully excused Nick and sent him to get some sleep. He’d thought at first he’d never be able to fall into slumber on the thin ticking-covered straw mattress in the middle of the hot Texas day.
The next thing he knew, though, the creaking of the door opening woke him as Bobby clumped into the room and started rummaging in the crate at the foot of his bed.
“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean t’wake you, sir,” the youth apologized, straightening.
“No need to apologize,” he told the youth. “I never meant to sleep so long. And you’d probably better start calling me Nick, too,” he told the boy.
Bobby looked gratified but still a little uneasy. “How ’bout Mr. Nick? Uncle Josh says t’ be respectful to my elders.”
“Fair enough.” The angle of the shadows on the wall told Nick hours had passed even before he reached for the pocket watch he had left on the upended crate that served as bedside table and saw that it was four o’clock.
He’d slept the day away! Milly, her sister and Bobby had no doubt taken on tasks he should have been doing.
“What needs to be done?”
Bobby traced a half circle with the toe of one dusty boot, apparently also uncomfortable with the idea of giving an adult orders.
“I—I dunno, s—Mr. Nick. Mebbe you best ask Miss Milly.”
“All right, I’ll do that.”
He found Milly in the kitchen, shelling black-eyed peas into a bowl in her lap. Sarah, her back to the door, was kneading dough. The delicious odor of roasting ham wafted from the cookstove.
“Oh, hello, Nick,” Milly said. “Did you have a good sleep?”
“Too good,” Nick said. “I want to apologize for lying abed so long when there’s so much to be done.”
“Horsefeathers,” Milly Matthews responded with a smile. “You must have needed it.”
Her lack of censure only made him feel guiltier, somehow. “Did you get some rest, ma’am?”
She shook her head. “I’ll sleep tonight.”
“As I should have waited to do. I only meant to lie down for an hour. This won’t happen again, Miss Milly, Miss Sarah.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Nick,” Sarah admonished, looking over her shoulder.
“Thank you, but I intend to be more of a help from now on. What should I be doing now?”
Milly’s hands paused, clutching a handful of unshelled pods. “It’s a couple of hours ’til supper—not enough time to get started on any rebuilding projects…. It might be a good idea if you and Bobby were to saddle up and go for a ride around the ranch so you can get an idea of how far the property extends and make a survey of what needs to be done. Oh, and you’ll be passing the creek that runs just inside the northern edge. You and Bobby could take a quick dip and
