nodded. She wasn’t about to excuse the child but neither could she blame Sawyer. “Help me move the trunk to my room.” Not only would it clear out room for Sawyer, it would be safer where she could keep an eye on it.
She grabbed the handle on one side, he grabbed the other and they carried the trunk across the kitchen to her bedroom. She put it down outside the door. “Wait here a minute.” Jill would have followed her but Carly closed the door and leaned against it. She’d carelessly tossed a few items of clothing on the chair and floor and bent to pick them up and shove them into the wardrobe. She pushed the bed against the wall to make room for a cot for Jill. A little sister! She grinned. How many times had she hoped for a little brother or sister only to have her hopes dashed when the newborns didn’t live? Seems she was about to have her dreams fulfilled this way. It ought to be fun.
Someone kicked at the door. Sawyer spoke Jill’s name in a warning tone.
Carly faced the door. It might not be as much fun as she’d imagined. Oh, what was she thinking? The child was only eight. Soon enough she’d be chasing butterflies and playing with imaginary friends.
She opened the door. Sawyer had a firm grip on Jill’s shoulder and the little girl wore a mutinous expression. Carly wasn’t sure what to do...or even if she could do anything. Seems the child was Sawyer’s responsibility. Though Carly meant to do everything she could to help Jill feel secure. Everything, she added with a bit of foresight, that Jill would allow her to do.
“Are you ready?” Sawyer asked.
Carly nodded and grabbed her end of the trunk. They carried it into the room and parked it at the end of her bed. She dusted her hands off. “Now let’s get the other room ready.”
They tromped back across the room, Father watching them with a great deal of interest.
Sawyer stopped inside the storeroom. “Where do you plan to put all this stuff?”
Carly raised her voice. “I figure a bonfire out back will take care of most of it.”
“Dinnae burn me treasures,” Father roared, making Carly chuckle.
“I knew he’d do that,” she whispered, then spoke louder so she would be heard in the other room. “Father, it’s just junk.”
He thumped his crutch on the floor.
She rushed to the door. “Sit down. I’ll not burn it.” She released a heavy sigh. “Can we put some of it in your room?”
“Aye, that’s a fine idea.” He sank back, his mouth set in a hard line at the pain of moving.
With Sawyer’s help and Jill’s watchful supervision, several crates were stacked in the corner of Father’s bedroom.
Carly didn’t give Father’s crowded quarters much thought. He insisted on keeping all this stuff so she reasoned he must enjoy having it crowding every corner.
They returned to the storeroom. It still held far too much.
She and Sawyer stood side by side in the little cleared area. “There’s a cot under that pile of—” she lowered her voice to a whisper “—rags. I’ll have to move them, though I itch to get rid of them.”
Sawyer glanced over his shoulder. “Your father likes to keep stuff?” It was as much statement as question.
“Aye,” Carly said, imitating her father. “Lassie, you never know when ye might have a need for this very item.”
Jill covered her mouth in an attempt to stifle her giggle.
Liking the child’s sense of humor, Carly grinned at Sawyer.
His blue-green eyes shifted to more blue than green as he met her gaze. He seemed a bit startled at her grin and blinked. His mouth twitched and for a moment, she thought he would smile. But he looked away without doing so. Like he said, he didn’t allow himself to have feelings.
What a sad way to live. She could understand why he wouldn’t want Jill to end up the same.
“I suppose we need to find that cot,” he said.
She returned to studying the room. “It’ll be more comfortable than sleeping on the floor.” They stood in silent contemplation for two seconds. She couldn’t think of him as her husband but at least if he slept here, she could accept him as a hired man. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to clear out this space. Father planned this to be a hallway to more rooms. But he never needed them, to his great disappointment.”
“No brothers or sisters?”
“None that lived.” She was so used to thinking that way that she didn’t consider how her words would affect Jill.
Jill had been poking through the piles of old newspapers. Her hands grew still. Carly thought she heard the child suck in air. “You got dead brothers and sisters?” Jill asked.
“Four brothers. Maybe I’ll show you their graves someday.”
“Sawyer gots a dead brother, too.” She tipped her head. “Does that mean I have a dead brother?”
Carly waited for Sawyer to answer. But his face had turned to granite and he stared at the wall.
“I suppose it does,” she answered in his stead.
“Huh. His name was Johnny.” Jill spoke with a degree of authority as if she thought Sawyer might have forgotten.
Carly wasn’t sure how to respond, so said words that might mean anything. “I see.”
Sawyer had still not moved.
“Let’s take some of these things out to the woodshed.” She gathered up a bundle of old clothes and stepped past Sawyer, making her way to the small building at the side of the house. She didn’t bother looking to see what he did. The man had agreed to marry her. That was all she expected of him. But she was mildly pleased when he followed, his arms holding the rest of the clothing.
He traipsed on her heels into the shed. She looked about. “If I put shelves along the top of the wall, I can store all this stuff on them.” She lowered her armload to the nearby bench.
Sawyer did the same.
She headed for the door, intent on getting to the barn. Her skirts tangled around her ankles. The first thing she would do was trade these cumbersome skirts for her customary trousers. She’d only worn a dress to town because of some vague hope she would find a man willing to wed her.
A smile tugged at her mouth. It hadn’t been so much hope that she’d find a man as desperation. Truth be told, she would have married almost anyone to save the ranch. Even if she’d had to drag him from the gutter. She shuddered as a couple of men came to mind. Thankfully, she had found a man in Miss Daisy’s Eatery rather than the gutter.
Sawyer followed on her heels. “I’ll help you.”
“I can do it. But got something to attend to first.” She hurried to her room and closed the door firmly after her. The pesky buttons on the bodice of her dress took forever to undo but she’d learned the folly of hurrying. It took even more time
