But the longer Rafe went before showing improvement, the more likely it was that she would put two and two together. Right now Rafe could barely stand—couldn’t without something to lean against. He’d never succeed in hiding the gunshot wound from Anna. Preventing her from learning the truth fell squarely on his shoulders.
She sat on her bed, the door open to the night. A nightgown lay on the bed beside her. His heart thumped oddly at the sight. Her hair was down and plaited into a long braid, which she tied with a ribbon as he watched. He wanted to unravel it and let the molten strands slide through his fingers, across his body, splay it out on his pillow.
Her gaze jerked up, and he was caught staring and thinking things he had no business thinking. She stood and crossed the room.
“Sorry it took so long. Had to put the animals in the corral.” Not to mention settling Rafe and filling in his mother. He thrust out the sack he held.
Her eyebrows rose; then her gaze lifted to his face and she took the cloth bag, testing the weight. “Ammunition?”
“Almonds.” Well, at least she realized the gun was useless without bullets and powder. “In case you’re hungry. I grow them,” he said lamely.
She scowled and reached out her other hand, but at least she didn’t toss the almonds in his face. “The rifle, if you please.”
He didn’t pass her the rifle. “There are still rounds in it. You will be careful.”
She glared at him. “I do know how to handle a firearm, or was that not clear?”
He sighed. “Would it make any difference if I told you that I was going to tell Rafe that you didn’t want him to know you shot the robber?” He had intended to tell him that. “I just hadn’t gotten to it yet.”
Her eyes opened, but then her mouth pursed. “Well, you wasted no time at all in telling him I had shot a man.”
He couldn’t tell her that Rafael knew from the minute she’d pulled the trigger. “It wouldn’t be good for him to be caught unaware, but I’m sure he would have been happy to pretend he didn’t know for your sake.”
“So you were encouraging him to lie to me.” She glared at him.
Daniel looked around for an escape route. Bad enough he had to lie, but to have to lie to make himself look like a tattletale was just wonderful. He seemed to be doing the opposite of soothing. “Not exactly, just not bring it up until you were ready to talk to him.”
“Since he already knows I can shoot, I might as well keep the rifle.” She tugged it away. “Thank you, Mr. Werner, and good night.”
Daniel held back a groan. But for Rafael bringing up the shooting, he might have been able to reclaim the gun with little problem. Now he was going to have to make it to San Francisco and try and buy another one before any of the hands realized his new rifle was missing and the robbers had left behind one amazingly similar to his.
She reached for the door to shut it.
He put his hand out and stopped it. Then he wondered what the hell he was doing. He certainly was not going to kiss her to soothe her ruffled feathers. “I know you’ve had a difficult arrival, and we haven’t been as welcoming as we should have been, but we’re glad you’re here safe and sound.”
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