Jodi Thomas - Texan's Touch

He was obliged to put his arm around Bergette and lift her off the ground a few feet to settle her down and give her a better look at his face so she’d remember seeing him. But she didn’t take well to settling.

The more she screamed and kicked and threw things, the more everyone else in the house seemed to take pity on him. At first he had the feeling the little princess didn’t like him, but with what happened next, he realized she’d done him a great favor.

The nun and the cook finally got him down to the kitchen and out of Bergette’s way. Before leaving her range of fire, he promised to come by for another visit with the little lady some other day.

Suddenly, the nun and the cook couldn’t say enough about Nick and all that had been happening. Bergette had convinced them that Wolf must truly be Nichole’s brother. The trouble they described didn’t seem like anything Nick couldn’t handle, till the little boy piped up about how Nick was hiding out by sleeping in Adam’s room.

Wolf stood and asked where to rent a horse. He’d heard enough.

Before he knew it, the kid named Nance was riding beside him talking like a magpie. All Wolf wanted to do was plot how to kill Adam, but the boy wouldn’t give him time. He’d sent Nick to Texas so she would be safe. He’d even convinced Tyler there was no need for him to come along to fetch Nick. But when he heard Adam had been sleeping with his sister, he knew he’d be killing a McLain. Wolf liked the family, but a duty was a duty.

As Nance caught up to him again, Wolf couldn’t help but smile. He liked kids. Back before the war, he used to dream of finding a woman and settling down with more children around than they could keep up with. But the closest he’d been to a woman in years was when he held Bergette back at the boardinghouse while she was trying to kill him. Wolf couldn’t hold back a laugh. She felt good, he thought. Real good. Like fire all wrapped in powder and lace. Maybe he’d even think of shaving before he paid her another call.

“Captain Hayward?” Nance asked. “Did you ever have to kill anyone in the war?”

“Not if I could help it,” Wolf answered.

“I bet you just scared them, didn’t you?” Nance held his reins tight. Like most boys his age, he could ride a good trailing horse. As long as he didn’t have to take the lead, he had no trouble riding.

“Hold them reins like this, boy.” Wolf put his fists in front of the saddle horn about six inches apart. “Run the right rein through first your right hand, then the left. Then thread the left rein through your left hand, then the right. That way both hands hold both reins.”

The boy closed his fists in front of him with his reins in place.

“Now, all you have to do is turn one fist down and you turn the horse.” Wolf pulled his right fist thumb up and the horse moved to the command. “But remember, you control a horse more with your legs than with the reins. The bit’s a guide. No sense tearing a horse’s mouth up by jerking on it.”

Nance sat up proud in the saddle, enjoying the lesson. It had been a long time since he’d gone with a man on a real adventure. But the nun said she’d square it with his mother cause the doc would look after him on the way home. Sister said he needed to get out of the house and get some air, like there was none left inside.

Wolf smiled. The boy had forgotten his questions of war.

An hour later, they came upon a place the stable hand had said would be Emery’s Post. Wolf slowed as he noticed several men gathered about a tree. The closer he got, the more his hand itched for the feel of his Colt. But he’d learned, never go in like you’re in a hurry and never offer help until you know which side right stands on.

“Stay well behind me, boy,” he ordered with no room for argument. “And don’t say a word, no matter what you see.”

“Yes, sir,” Nance whispered. “I can do that. I’ve been practicing most of my life.”

“I’m going to play a game, but it’s just an act. Do you understand?” Wolf was close enough to smell trouble, and he wanted to know the boy would follow orders and stay out of harm’s way.

“Yes,” Nance answered, his voice shaking slightly. “No matter what, you can count on me.”

“Good,” Wolf whispered. “Follow me.”

Nichole looked up and saw Wolf riding in. She lowered her head, not wanting to give away her joy at seeing him. She’d been near panic when they’d been hauled out of the dugout. The trial had lasted about five minutes and now it was time for Wes’s hanging. Only Wolf was here. Wolf would know what to do.

“Afternoon,” Wolf said casually to the ranch hands standing about. “Mind if I watch?”

An older man who was obviously the leader shook his head. “It’ll be good for your boy to see a horse thief hang. Keep him on the straight and narrow.”

“Much obliged.” Wolf’s Southern accent marked him as a friend. He smoothly introduced himself as a captain with the Tennessee regulars.

The ranch boss smiled and identified himself as Colonel Wilcox, formerly with Terry’s Rangers.

Wolf pointed with his head. “You hanging them all?” He glanced at the cowhands’ stained leather chaps and knew these were working men, not drifters or troublemakers. If they were hanging a man, they probably thought they had good reason.

Colonel Wilcox pointed toward Wes. “The other three are just friends of his come to watch. We’ll let them go when the hanging’s over. I don’t have no quarrel with them. Only with this Yank with the scar on his face. He stole my horse while I left it here for Emery to keep an eye on. My place is a few hours north of here, so my men have been waiting for the stranger to pass by. We don’t look kindly on horse thieves in these parts.”

Slowly lowering himself from his horse, Wolf walked over to Wes. “He looks like a mean one, all right.” Wolf leaned closer. “Evil eyes,” he added as he stood within an inch of Wes. “Worst I’ve ever seen. And that scar would frighten most women and children.”

Growling like a trapped animal, Wes shoved Wolf with his shoulder.

Wolf’s arm went around Wes for only an instant as he tried to right himself.

In that moment, Wes felt the blade of a knife slide between his wrists and slice the rope binding his hands.

Leaning back, Wolf took a good look at the prisoner. “Yep. Evil eyes.” He winked at Wes. “Good thing you got him tied.”

When Wolf moved away, Wes kept his hands crossed behind him.

“But I think you’re hanging the wrong one of these fellows.” Wolf rubbed his hairy chin as he addressed the ranch boss. “You see, one of them slept with my sister while he was guarding her from harm. Now, a man who’ll do that is worse than a horse thief.”

Colonel Wilcox nodded. “But it was a fine horse.”

“It was my only sister,” Wolf countered.

“Get another rope ready, boys!” Colonel Wilcox yelled, then turned to the McLains. “Which one of you low-life, no-good snakes slept with this man’s sister?”

They all three looked guilty, and Wolf had to fight for control to keep from heading straight into them with fists flying.

“I did.” Adam stepped forward facing Wolf squarely.

Years of playing the game of control, like an actor on a stage, snapped in Wolf. His mighty fist swung, catching Adam hard on the jaw.

Adam staggered and spat blood.

“I thought you were an honorable man!” Wolf growled like a wild animal. “I thought she’d be safe in your care.”

“I am an honorable man, and she’s not the easiest woman to keep safe,” Adam defended. “But I slept with her, and I plan to again if I get out of this mess.”

Wolf hit him with another right, hard and full with a blow that would have knocked most men down.