Holiday in a Stetson. Marie Ferrarella

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heard such a mournful sound coming from an animal, he would take the creature into his house, to at least feed it and try to alleviate some of its distress. He couldn’t do any less for his own flesh and blood.

      Moving slowly toward the crowded den, which his deputy, by working a little magic, had managed to transform into a semibedroom, he kept hoping that the crying sound would stop.

      But it didn’t.

      Bracing himself, Garrett slowly eased the door to the den open. There was some illumination in the room, thanks to the night-light that Lani had brought with her and plugged in. A night-light … How had she even thought of that? She seemed to be always a couple steps ahead of anything his niece might need or want. That alone proved to him that his annoying deputy was much better at this than he was.

      The woman really did have her uses, he admitted grudgingly.

      The last time he had even thought of a night-light, he had needed one himself. Not that his stepfather would have allowed him to have any sort of light to keep the “monsters” at bay. The man had snarled at him, ordering him to “grow up and be a man, you worthless waste of flesh.”

      Garrett had been six when he’d asked for a night-light.

      The same age his niece was now.

      “Ellie?” he called softly as he slowly approached the sofa. He was aware how his deep voice rumbled, sounding like distant thunder in the bedroom.

      The crying grew louder. At the same time the little girl seemed to grow smaller, as if trying to disappear into the sofa.

      Her eyes were shut tight.

      She was asleep, he realized. Asleep and in the throes of a really bad nightmare.

      “Ellie, wake up,” Garrett urged her gently. “It’s all right, you’re just having a nightmare.”

      But his niece didn’t waken, and her crying intensified. She seemed absolutely terrified of what she was dreaming about.

      Trying to rouse her, Garrett put his hand on her shoulder—the way Chisholm had the other day, he realized abruptly.

      Startled, Ellie jumped and jackknifed into a sitting position on the sofa. At the same time, she shrank away from his hand, as if she expected to be hit at any second.

      That bastard had done that to her, Garrett thought angrily. Her father had taken his frustrations out on his daughter. Had he beaten her? Badly? There was no other reason for the little girl to act so terrified at feeling a hand on her shoulder.

      “It’s okay, Ellie,” Garrett assured her. “You’re safe. You’re here with me and you’re safe,” he repeated, doing his best to calm her.

      Dazed, his niece opened her eyes and stared at him, as if trying to make sense of the words he had just said. Her tears continued to flow, much to Garrett’s frustration.

      She was shaking, he realized belatedly. And despite the barriers he normally kept around him, despite all the effort he put into keeping those same walls up, and even despite the sheer awkwardness he felt trying to comfort the little girl, Garrett forced himself to sit down on the sofa beside her.

      Telling her it was going to be all right didn’t seem to convince her. Or get her to stop sobbing. If Chisholm were here, she would have said that the girl needed to talk things out.

      Damn it, now Garrett was channeling his deputy. Still, the notion that had popped into his head did make sense.

      He gave it his best shot. “That must have been some nightmare,” he observed.

      Hiccupping and still unable to talk, Ellie nodded her head.

      He couldn’t take it. She was just too unhappy. Before he knew what he was doing, Garrett gathered his niece into his arms and held her against him, rocking gently.

      “It’s going to be all right,” he promised. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

      She clung to him wordlessly, her tears still falling, making the front of his T-shirt damp.

      “Mama’s gone,” she sobbed at last.

      He could feel the words twisting like a knife in his own gut, not to mention bringing a lump to his throat.

      “I know, honey,” he told her. “I know.”

      Garrett held the little girl for as long as she needed him to.

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