to lick up some of the concoction. Then she uncapped the tonic. “Teddy, I need to give her these drops. Think you can help?”
He nodded eagerly.
“That’s good. You hold her head while I put the drops in her mouth.”
Teddy did as instructed and Blossom swallowed the drops and drank more water. Wearily, the dog closed her eyes.
Teddy glanced from the dog to Lilly to Caleb and then did it again.
“Papa?”
“What is it?”
“Wasn’t that stuff supposed to make her better? She’s still just lying here.”
Lilly touched Teddy’s head and smiled at him, her heart brimming with sorrow and tenderness at his question. How many times had this child been promised something would make him better and then been disappointed? She pushed her lips together as Caleb’s words echoed in her head. The treatments the poor boy had endured. And his father along with him.
“Healing takes time. It can’t be rushed.”
Teddy gave Lilly a look of frank admiration. “You sure do know a lot about taking care of sick animals.”
Rose laughed again. “She’s had lots of experience. When we lived in town she rescued all sorts of dogs, cats, birds, chickens and even mice, and she nursed them. We were ten when we moved to this farm and she’s collected all sorts of critters since.”
“Like what?”
“Well, she raises sheep and pigs. People bring her animals that are doing poorly. Mostly she fixes them up and sends them back home, but sometimes we keep them. That’s how we got our horse, and we have a motley collection of cats she’s rescued. You should see this place at milking time. Say, I think you will. Lilly, when are you bringing in the cows?”
Ignoring the reminder of chores to be done, Lilly glowered at her sister. “Rose, please don’t tell them everything you know about me.”
Rose’s smile widened. “Only the interesting stuff.”
Lilly gave her a hard look. “That would be everything.”
Rose opened her mouth as if to argue and instead burst out laughing. “You almost had me that time. One of these days you are going to convince me with that deadpan way of yours.” Her expression grew thoughtful. “Maybe our first pa was a gambler. You might have learned that from him.”
Lilly shook her head. “You’ve had him be everything from a wild horse wrangler to a traveling preacher. And now a gambler.”
“I’m just curious, you know?”
“No, I don’t. Seems to me what’s in the past is best left in the past.” They had loving parents in the way of Ma and Pa Bell. That was enough for Lilly.
But it had never been enough for Rose. She constantly tried to discover something about their birth parents.
Lilly dismissed the direction of the discussion.
“I’ll bring in the cows,” she said. Rose left the barn to do her own chores.
“Can I go with you?” Teddy asked. Then he sagged. “I guess I should stay with Blossom.”
The dog was sleeping peacefully. “There’s not much to do for her right now but let her rest. You’re welcome to accompany me,” Lilly said. “Both of you.”
Teddy scrambled to get his crutches and hurried to her side. Caleb followed after.
Lilly didn’t know whether to be grateful for his company or annoyed he probably didn’t trust her alone with his son. Then again, she had invited him. And it really didn’t matter either way—her only interest was in seeing Blossom get better and helping Teddy if that was possible.
Lilly led the way past the house. Out of habit, she scanned the pasture and fields. The cows waited patiently. Beyond them, the white sheep dotted the faded green pasture. The yellow and gold leaves on the fruit trees and bushes flapped in the wind. The garden lay peaceful.
Everything seemed in order. She allowed her breath to ease out even though it was only a matter of time until the Caldwells would do something.
“Is anything wrong?”
She startled at Caleb’s question. “Just checking.”
“For what? Are you expecting some sort of trouble?”
She snorted. “You might say that.”
“Like what?” He squinted at her and edged closer to Teddy as if to protect him.
“Nothing to concern you. At least not directly.” She shouldn’t have said anything, but now that she had, perhaps it was best she told him the truth. Perhaps he had been unaware of how dangerous the Caldwells could be. “You should understand who you work for. The Caldwells are always up to mischief.” Aware Teddy could hear every word, though he seemed more interested in watching the cows press toward the fence, she kept her words low and benign while frustration raged through her. Why couldn’t they leave the Bells alone?
He nodded. “You’re right. It’s nothing to do with me. I need the job and who they choose to feud with is not my concern.”
She wanted to argue. But what could she say? That a man of honor would not work for people like the Caldwells? But why did it matter one way or the other if he was honorable or otherwise? Yet somehow it did. For Teddy’s sake, she reasoned, it mattered.
They reached the gate and she opened it. “Come on, girls. Milking time.” Two dough-faced Jerseys cows lifted their heads. “Come, Bossy. Come, Maude,” she called.
“Look, Papa, they come when she calls them.”
She led the animals to the barn with Teddy and Caleb at her side. She scooped oats into the manger for each.
“Are you going to milk them now?” Teddy asked.
“I like to get it done before supper.”
“Papa, Mama used to milk a cow, didn’t she?”
“She sure did. She insisted you have milk so I got her a decent milk cow.”
“She used to take me with her.” Teddy’s sad voice scraped Lilly’s nerves raw. She’d lost her birth parents when she was three—one to death and one to abandonment—and had only a fleeting recollection of them. Or were they memories the girls had created over the years? She didn’t know. Perhaps it would have been better to not have any memories of her birth parents at all—they only made her sad.
Teddy brightened. “I used to give the cow oats just like Miss Lilly did.”
Lilly pulled a three-legged stool close to the first cow. “This is Maude. She’s gentle as a lamb.”
“Can I pet her?”
“Best wait until I’m done milking.” Squirt, squirt.
