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Uncle Patrick stared at her for a long moment. She reckoned he was memorizing her face, same as she was his.
Slowly, he turned her about, his hands firm on her shoulders.
“Off with you now,” he said. “Go with your young man and claim your future.”
She wished Travis was her young man, she’d feel a sight more comfortable about this whole thing if he was. Travis was at least a friend, instead of a stranger.
Silently, she nodded then walked over the gangplank toward the unknown, pausing for only an instant to feel the aged wood rocking under her feet.
“Goodbye, you wonderful river,” she whispered.
Then Travis was there, offering his hand. She took it and stepped ashore.
Chapter Four (#ulink_51e9322b-68fe-5dd3-8120-fe527c1e89fc)
Ivy stopped on the gangplank. Her hesitation was slight, barely more than a couple of heartbeats, but in that second Travis felt the future balance on a razor’s edge.
If she changed her mind—and no one would blame her for it if she did—the lives of those he loved would be damaged forever.
But then she came to him, taking the hand he offered, but more than that...accepting the future he offered.
“I bought you a horse,” he said, stating the obvious because he did not know what else was appropriate to say. “But back at the ranch you own a hundred more.”
Ivy narrowed her eyes at the pretty little mare that he had purchased. The horse was guaranteed to be gentle. He believed it; friendliness shone from her soft brown eyes.
“You want me to get up on that thing?”
“I thought you liked horses.”
This might be a setback. It would be Christmas before they got home if they had to walk to Wyoming.
“I do. I like them fine. I was talking about the saddle. Never been on one before.”
“You’ve never ridden?”
“Not much call to on a boat deck.”
“I reckon we can lead them for a mile or two, then when you’re comfortable, I’ll show you what to do.”
“Could take a lot of leading,” she admitted.
“I know this is all so strange to you.”
She nodded. “It feels like I’m going to live on the moon.”
“You’ll grow to like it. Everyone will welcome you like you are a queen.”
“I never aspired to be a queen...not even a princess.”
“I only meant that they will be forever grateful.”
Ivy stroked the mare’s nose, whispered something to her that he could not hear.
“Uncle Patrick is watching from the hurricane deck,” she said with a backward glance. “I reckon it would make it easier for him to see me riding. That will make him think that I’ll be all right.”
“You will be all right, better than all right.”
“Easy for you to say, my friend. You aren’t the one marrying a stranger.”
“Let’s take this thing step by little step. Starting with learning to ride.”
She took a breath, patted the pouch on her hat. “Sure is a long way up there.”
“Nice view of things once you settle in, though.”
“How do I go about settling in?”
The easiest way to get her on the horse would be to put his hands on her rear and hoist her up. But Patrick Malone was watching and Ivy’s rump was—
He had to look away quick. The heir was not meant for him. He’d better not let ruinous thoughts creep into his mind. Better to cut them off at the beginning before they got out of control.
Making a cup out of his joined hands, he indicated with a nod that she should put one foot in the cradle of his hand. “Hold on to the saddle horn and hoist yourself over.”
“Here I go. Make sure you catch me if I start to topple over the other side.”
“I won’t let that happen.”
But what did happen was that in rising, the ample curve of her breast, clad only in worn flannel, passed within an inch of his nose.
His heart thumped harder. He would not let that happen either. She had called him friend and so he would remain.
Anything more and he might just as well not have ripped her from the life she loved.
Although, as ripped as she no doubt felt, she had made the decision to go with him of her own free will. Yes, it had been aided by the sale of the boat, but still, no one had forced her.
“You look fine up there, Ivy.” He smiled up at her then mounted his horse. “You’ll make a good horsewoman.”
She turned in the saddle, waved to her uncle and gave him a big smile. “That’s a bit hopeful. Critter hasn’t even moved and I feel like I’m going to lose my breakfast.”
“You won’t.” He urged his horse forward and the mare followed. “All you have to do is hold on—your sweet girl will trail after my horse.”
“I’m putting my trust in you, Travis.”
Somehow, that simple statement made him want to deliver her back to her uncle. Her life was about to be spun about in a twister. Riding a horse instead of a ship was the least of what was to come.
But for now, she meant that she was trusting him to teach her to ride. “The rocking of her gait isn’t so different from the rocking of a ship. See how she rolls just like a deck.”
“If I fall off the deck, I’ll hit water. I fall off this saddle it’s hard ground.”
“This new life will be strange for a while,” he said, glancing behind and seeing that the River Queen had disappeared from view. “I’m here, Ivy, you don’t need to worry.”
* * *
Ivy was worried.
No longer worried about falling out of the saddle, but on this second night camping outside, she wondered if she would ever sleep again.
The land, while not quite silent, was lacking in the comfort of human sounds. With the exception of Travis’s deep, even breathing, that is. The man slept like a baby in his mama’s arms.
At home on the Queen, Ivy had been lulled to sleep by the gentle rocking of the boat and the knowledge that someone was always awake and keeping watch. She would stir in the night to hear footsteps going past her door, then whispered voices as the watch changed hands.
Out here there were rustling critters in bushes, owls and bats overhead...worst of all were the howls of coyotes and wolves moaning over the land.
She sat up suddenly from her bedroll, too aware that there were no walls, no buffer of water between her and them.
“Travis?” she called. He lay stretched out, relaxed, on the far side of the fire.
He lifted his hat from his face to...yes, to glare at her. But, gull-durn it, it wasn’t her fault that the wolf sounded closer and bigger than it had five minutes ago.
“That wolf’s getting closer. Little Mouse is nervous about it.”
“Not a wolf, a coyote, and it won’t come near the fire.”
He’d assured her of that three times in the past few hours, but in her opinion, it did sound closer.
“She’s also cold. She’s used to being in my room all warm and cozy.” Truthfully, the mouse was probably toasty inside her pouch. It was Ivy who was cold.
And sore. Every time she felt a mite comfortable trying to rest on the ground, her muscles would begin to ache. One couldn’t spend all day in the saddle without paying a price.
All right, Travis could, she would have to admit. But as much as he assured her that her aches would go away, she didn’t believe it...not any more than she believed this little fire would keep a pack of hungry predators at bay.
Travis sat up, rubbed his hand over his face. Then with a groan, he reached for the woodpile and tossed two logs on the fire. Sparks crackled toward the treetops.
“That better?”
“Warmer,” she admitted. “But it seems to me that it sends a big signal, letting those hungry critters know where we are.”
“They already know it. Have you gotten any sleep at all?” he asked in a gruff, accusing voice.
She shook her head. Maybe it would help if she loosened her braid like she did at home.
Untying the leather thong, she shook her head then ran her fingers through the messy hank. She had a brush but it was in her saddle pack and that was at the edge of the small clearing where the firelight did not reach. She was not going over there for anything.
“How long ’til daylight, I wonder?” Not that it would be such a relief since she would then be required to get back in the saddle. A whole new collection of aches and pains would cramp her muscles and make her bones hurt.
“Four hours,” he said, seeming certain about that even though there was no watchman calling out the hour to the pilot.
“I’m sorry for sounding sharp.” He got up from his side of the fire and came to hers. He sat down a friendly distance away.
Funny how she wished he’d move even closer. He was large enough to give off a wave of warmth.
“After a while, you’ll get used to this.” He indicated the dark beyond the fire’s reach.
“If that’s so, why’d you bring your gun over here?”
“It’s for the two-legged varmints.”
“Folks?”
“Ivy, haven’t you ever run across someone who wanted to harm you?”
“Reckon I might have, but my uncle and the roustabouts were always nearby.”
He set the gun down between them. Maybe he figured if a two-legged marauder did invade their camp, she would help by picking up the side arm and dispatching the troublemaker in a single shot. He would not be reassured to know that Uncle Patrick did not hold with guns aboard the Queen. She was as likely to shoot Travis as the invader.
Since she felt as helpless in her new world as a bald baby, she didn’t tell him this.
“I’ve been wondering,” Travis said, sounding conversational.
If conversation would keep him awake and on her side of the fire she’d speak everything that came across her mind.
Beginning with, “So have I. Will my...that is, well, my husband...will he mind sharing his home with Little Mouse?” Not that it mattered in the end. She had kept her existence a secret from Uncle Patrick; she could as easily keep her a secret from...what was his name? Waldo, Wilfred? Winston? Gosh almighty! She’d been so caught up in everything she’d plum forgot her intended’s name.
“What made you decide to come with me? To take on all this?” Travis asked, ignoring the interruption of her nonsense question. “You might have refused...left us to deal with things on our own?”
“Uncle Patrick sold the boat. I no longer had a home.”
“That wasn’t all of it.” He looked at her, clearly searching behind her eyes for the true answer.
“Agatha, of course.” She was the one and only reason.
At the end of all this was the person she had been longing for all her life. The one she had thought was a dream, an imaginary friend. No longer a hazy desire. Agatha was a flesh-and-bone sister. She had stepped out of the mist and become family.
And with the new bond Ivy would find—or rediscover maybe—love. The fact that she had no solid memories of Agatha did not take away from the new emotion Ivy felt for her.
“No one else would have been able to make me leave my uncle, no matter how much a landlubber he becomes after the Queen.”
“All of us on the Lucky Clover are beholden to you.”
“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but I reckon if it weren’t for my sister I wouldn’t be here.” Gull-durn it, she did sound ungrateful. Mighty ungrateful when he’d offered her something that most women never even dreamed of. “I’ll do my best not to let you down.”
“I don’t see how you could,” he said.
“I could take one look at my groom and run like a Sunday Chicken.”
“William English is a handsome man.”
William...she’d do her durndest to remember it next time.
