his little sister.
“I believe in Jesus Christ, God’s only Son, our Lord, who was crucified, died and was buried. He descended to the dead. On the third day, he rose again.” The words rolled off his tongue as he said them from memory. But when had they been committed to his memory? Who had taught him those words? The answer was simple. His mama had taught them to him long ago and they had lain dormant in his brain until he needed to recall them. Thank you, Mama.
“Are you a believer?” the preacher asked.
The preacher hadn’t been specific about what Sawyer believed in. He believed in lots of things. Doing a job to the best of his ability. Never quitting until the task was done. Being kind to children, women and animals. Keeping one’s word. And of course, a God who ruled the world. “Yes.”
Preacher Arness dropped his hand to the desktop. “I’m still not convinced this is the right thing to do.” He pondered in silence a moment, then brightened. “Sawyer, perhaps there are things you want to know about Carly before you commit yourself to spending the rest of your life with her.”
He knew marriage was forever but to hear it in those terms—the rest of your life—gave him pause. Between them, Jill swung her legs. Her hands moved restlessly. He knew the signs. His little sister had about reached the end of sitting still and that could lead to all sorts of unwanted events.
Just then, the door leading to the living quarters creaked open and a small boy peeked through the opening. “Mama, I finished the picture.” The lad looked about the room. “Hi, Auntie Carly.”
“Hi, Evan.” Carly turned her gaze to Sawyer. “This is Annie and Hugh’s son. Why not let Jill play with him while we finish up here?” She had no idea what she suggested. She couldn’t begin to know what disasters Jill was capable of.
But Jill had already gotten to her feet and pushed past Sawyer. He caught her arm and stopped her. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Jill favored him with a scowl fit to curdle his stomach.
“Evan would like that, wouldn’t you?” Mrs. Arness said. “We can leave the door open so we can see them.”
Jill squirmed from Sawyer’s grasp and followed the woman into the other room.
The two children sat in plain view with an assortment of toy animals between them. A small dog flopped down beside them and Jill began to pet it. The preacher’s wife returned to sit by her husband.
Sawyer tried to relax but it was impossible. Every muscle in his body tensed, ready to react to whatever might occur.
“Now back to the business at hand,” the preacher said. “You were wondering about Carly.”
He wasn’t but Sawyer let the assumption go unchallenged.
“I don’t know what she’s told you so I’ll provide a few details. Carly is nineteen years old.”
Sawyer nodded. He would have guessed her older than that but her age made no difference to him. At least she wasn’t forty.
The preacher went on, “She’s a believer. She lives on a small ranch four miles southeast of town along with her father. Mr. Morrison was injured in a wagon accident a few weeks ago. Doc says his leg will never mend properly. Carly’s been doing most of the work around the place since even before her father’s accident but he has never let her handle their big Clydesdale.”
“He’s too much for a wee lassie like you.”
Sawyer knew by the strong brogue with which Carly said the words that she quoted her father.
Preacher Hugh leaned back. “There’s lots more to know about her. And I know there’s lots more to know about you. Why not spend some time learning about each other and come back in a few months to get married?”
“I don’t have a few months. I don’t need to know more.” Carly’s opinion was clear.
“I see no reason to delay.” The sooner Sawyer got Jill settled into a permanent home, the better he’d like it.
Carly planted her fists on her knees. “Nor do I.”
“You’ll need your father’s permission.”
Sawyer knew the preacher was stalling.
Carly bolted to her feet. “He can’t ride but I’ll go ask him.”
The preacher and his wife exchanged looks and grinned. Hugh got to his feet. “I think I better be the one to talk to him.” He grabbed his hat and headed for the door. “Annie will serve you tea.”
“Wait,” Carly said. “At least let me write him a note.” She grabbed paper and pencil and hurriedly wrote down some words. She folded the paper and handed it to Hugh.
Sawyer didn’t fancy the idea of spending the afternoon in the company of two women. “Can’t you just marry us and be done with it?” He congratulated himself at keeping any annoyance from his voice. No need for any of them to guess that he was finding this all rather unsettling.
“An hour for some serious second thought won’t hurt.” And with that, the door closed behind the preacher.
Carly huffed. “I don’t need any serious second thought.” She grinned at Sawyer. “Father will agree once he’s read my note.”
Sawyer couldn’t imagine what she’d written that made her so certain. The women left the room. He had little choice but to follow them, though he did so reluctantly. He paused by the two children. Jill ignored him and ran to the kitchen after Evan who followed his mama.
Every carefully honed instinct told Sawyer he should turn left, exit through the door and not look back until he was fifty miles down the road.
“Would you children like some cookies and milk?” Mrs. Arness asked.
“Yes, please,” her little boy said.
“Me, too.” Jill’s tone was almost demanding.
When he last saw his little sister, she was well mannered and full of laughter. He wanted to see that child return to replace the demanding, unruly one she’d become. He recognized all the signs of someone turning her back to the world, to kindness and love. He would do everything he could to reverse that process.
But as he turned right and joined the others in the kitchen, he couldn’t decide whether or not he wished Mr. Morrison would refuse to grant permission for a marriage between Sawyer and Carly.
Carly and Annie normally had no difficulty carrying on a conversation but with Sawyer at the same table, suddenly Carly could think of nothing to say. She felt Annie’s glance on her and looked up.
Annie tipped her head toward Sawyer. Talk to him, she mouthed.
Carly understood she had to do so if only to prove to her friend...and herself...that it would not be uncomfortable sharing her table with a stranger. Of course, Father would
