A Baby For Christmas

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At the next stop, Nate came toward her as she walked about trying to get the cramps out of her legs and back. Not wanting to talk to him, she turned and retraced her steps.

He followed. “Did you get water?”

She shook her head. Sparky stood by the pump and she wanted fresh air more than she needed water.

Nate trotted over, filled a dipper and brought it back to her.

She grabbed the handle and drank sparingly. There would be no stops along the way for a pregnant lady needing to empty her bladder.

“We’ll soon be at Fort Benton,” Nate said. “We’ll stop there for the night.”

“Good.”

“You’ll be okay?”

“I’m fine.” As fine as could be expected, but she’d spare him the details. Her discomfort was temporary. Getting to safety at the ranch was all that mattered.

She returned to her seat to endure the rest of the journey. She half dozed, lulled by the sway of the coach and the murmur of conversation around her.

“Louise.” Missy’s frantic whisper brought her fully alert. “Look.”

She followed the direction Missy pointed. From the trees rode two men with bandannas pulled up over their faces. She grabbed Missy’s hand. “Vic?” Not waiting for an answer, she jerked down the leather curtain. Missy did the same on her side.

Sparky leaned forward, saw the men and jerked the curtain down on his side. “Ma’am, pull down the curtain,” he ordered Miss Rolfe. She peeked out the window, let out a squeak and jerked the leather covering down.

Louise lifted a corner on her window to look for Nate. She couldn’t see him. Where had he gone? He was about to be tested on his promise to get her to safety.

One of the men rode to the side of the driver and leveled his gun on the man. “This is a holdup.”

Louise almost laughed. Did the robber think the driver might mistake him for someone wanting to get passage on the stage?

“Whoa. Whoa.” The stage jerked to a halt.

“Throw down the strongbox.”

There was a strongbox? Was there one on every stage? Louise had never had any need to know.

A metal box hit the ground beside her, the thud racing along her nerves.

“You passengers get out.”

Louise looked at Missy. If one of the men was Vic, could they expect to hide inside? Again she looked for Nate. Had the robbers found and shot him? Tears welled up behind her eyes but before she could explain them to herself the door yanked open and one of the robbers aimed his gun toward Miss Rolfe. “Out.”

She scrambled past him.

Sam was ordered out next. He took his time about climbing out until the robber hit him on the side of the head, then he hurried up.

“Old man, yer next.”

Sparky muttered under his breath and earned himself a smack on the side of the head, as well.

Louise gasped as blood oozed from the wound. Finally she could see that this man wasn’t Vic, but he was every bit as evil. She measured the distance from her foot to the hand that held the gun. But before she could put her thought into action and kick the gun away, the robber turned to Missy.