Abby observed her family that night as she stitched a patch on the knee of Daniel’s pants. Her oldest brother, Brendan, his expression grim, sat across the room playing dominoes with Daniel. Thomas, her younger brother, sat carving a delicate bird. Her father, Michael, watched them all like the benevolent patriarch he was.
Her eyes drifted back to Daniel. When he’d come in late for dinner, she’d known he’d been crying. He knew his father was in town. She was sure he did. He’d been so solicitous of her since coming home, despite his own pain, it made her heart ache even more.
“Daniel, it’s past your bedtime,” she said. “Come give us a kiss and run on up. I’ll be up soon to tuck you in.”
Daniel’s face went rigid. “You work too hard. You should rest. Uncle Thomas can come up, can’t you, Uncle Tom?”
“Daniel Sullivan! As if Thomas has a life of leisure!”
Thomas stood without hesitation. “No bother at all. Can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend my time with.” Thomas swung Daniel onto his shoulders, his jade-colored eyes soft with an innate kindness that was so much part of his gentle nature. Abby smiled, then let her head fall back against the rocker. She closed her eyes against a rush of tears. She couldn’t ask for better fathers for her son than her brothers.
Except for Joshua, taunted a traitorous voice inside her. Then a vision of his face drifted before her mind’s eye. At fifteen her mother had called him a golden boy. But then manhood had beckoned and his jaw squared and his shoulders broadened. His hair went from the color of corn silk to a rich tawny gold. That same golden color had spread across his chest and his playful teasing gave way to seductive glances. Friendly shoves turned into stolen kisses. Yet two things had never changed—his sky-blue eyes or her love for him.
Her father’s voice rescued Abby from her foolish trip into the past. “What did you tell Danny, Abaigeal?”
“Tell him?” Abby opened her eyes and glanced toward her father, knowing he wouldn’t let the night go by without settling his household properly.
He sat in his chair by the fire, the flames reflecting in the white that liberally threaded his once ink-black hair, a blanket draped across his left leg and what was left of his right. He had arthritis in his shoulders and his hands. It made getting around on crutches painful now, so he rarely went out anymore. But make no mistake, one look into his intelligent, deep-green eyes and it was plain nothing, but nothing, got past Michael Kane. “About Joshua’s return,” he said at last.
“Nothing. I’m glad now I never lied to him. You were right, Da. If I’d told him anything but that Joshua just hadn’t come back for us, he’d know I lied.”
Brendan spoke up, then, worry stamped on his handsome face. “I think you should leave and fast. He’s returned with a woman. Suppose they marry? Suppose they decide to take Danny? You’d not have a leg to stand on.”
She couldn’t deny the pain just the thought of Joshua married caused, but her stomach flipped sickly at the idea of losing her son.
“Is there a weddin’ in the offing?” Michael asked, rescuing Abby from the need to comment.
“I don’t want to talk about weddings,” Brendan snapped. “It’s the boy I’m thinkin’ of.”
She forced herself to think logically. “Joshua has never even acknowledged Daniel’s existence. Why would he want him now?”
“Because Danny is one hell of a boy. What man wouldn’t want to claim him?” Brendan asked, his green eyes intent and sparkling like emeralds and his black hair gleaming in the fire’s light.
“Shake your head—rocks or marbles?” Michael scoffed. “You’re not thinkin’ straight, boyo. Wheaton didn’t want his son ten years ago and he’s not going to be wantin’ the boy now. If he marries this woman he’s brought home with him, he’ll be wantin’ her and her babes.”
“Da’s right, but perhaps I shouldn’t be taking chances,” Abby said. “If we can make do till the end of the month, we’re free and clear of Harlan Wheaton and his son. I say we take our wagon, all we can pack, and head west. We could make it to Independence even in winter and work odd jobs till spring. Da could stay with Daniel during the day while we’re at work. What say? Let’s be shut of this place once and for all. We won’t be gettin’ the start we wanted, but at least we’ll be free.”
Brendan shook his head. “Lord knows I’d love to, but we need more supplies and money to get even that far. You’ve done a good job saving and putting up staples, but we aren’t ready. We can’t do it yet, Abby. But you two could. Thomas has socked away enough money for you and Daniel to go by train. It just isn’t enough for all of us.”
Abby felt tears burn at the back of her eyes and throat. She pressed her lips and nodded. “You’re right. Foolish talk from a desperate woman. But I can’t go alone. It would be going from frying pan to fire. Without the respectability of traveling with my family, I’d be but a poor widow at the mercy of men who would think I’m no better than I have to be. I’ll have to wait even though the talk here will be worse now.” She sighed, then tried to smile. “Isn’t this just like my luck. I’d nearly earned the right to hold my head up ‘round here again.”
“You’ve always had that right, Abby girl.” Her father’s eyes narrowed. “It’s that son of Satan who hasn’t. He’s the one who abandoned you. You did nothing many a young girl hasn’t done since Eve. You loved the wrong man too soon. ‘Twas a sin to be sure, but it wasn’t the crime small-minded folks make of it. Now, that said, I’ll be takin’ meself off to bed.”
Nearly overcome, Abby jumped up and hugged her father. “Thank you, Da.”
“Don’t be thankin’ me. It should have been said long ago, and I should have protected you from it ever needing to be said. I failed you.” He sighed tiredly, and patted her cheek. “Now not another word.”
Once their father was out of hearing range Brendan looked up from his reading. “I wish you’d go alone, or I at least wish we could protect you, but we can’t.”
“We should all go. We don’t owe much to Harlan now,” Abby pleaded. “We could do it! We could all just leave.”
“Da needs a chair. We all know he does. Thomas could build one but even the parts would be costly and set us back further from leavin'.”
Abby stuffed her mending in the bag hanging from the arm of her rocker. “Da was hurt in Wheaton’s mine and it’s him that’ll provide a chair if I have to camp on his doorstep to get it.”
“What about Joshua?”
Swamped suddenly by roiling doubt, Abby stiffened her spine. She would not be cowled by the likes of Joshua Wheaton. “He can step over me same as anyone else, including his guests. Let him explain who I am.”
“Oh, sister, that won’t be botherin’ the likes of Helena Conwell. She’s sniffin’ after a man her guardian will approve. No matter what she’d be sayin', that’s all that could matter to the likes of her. Comfort is all she’s ever known. How could it be any different?”
“So you think they’re to wed?” Abby asked, hating herself for caring what Joshua did with his life, and wondering why Brendan was suddenly more melancholy than angry.
“Luther Dancy says so but it’s not official.”
Abby cursed the surge of joy her brother’s words set to blooming in her heart. It isn’t too late.
“’Tis ten years too late!” Abby hissed, then felt her face and neck flame when she realized she’d spoken the words aloud.
Fortunately, Brendan put his own thoughts to her words. “True. Had another girl been in the picture back then, none of us would have let him within a mile of you. We should have protected you then. He fooled all of us. Ma, as well. To think I called him friend. I hope he’s bright