Hugh tried to relax. Grandfather Marshall’s words of support and encouragement meant a great deal to him. As did Annie’s insight into why Evan had struck out. He noticed she rubbed her leg when she rose to make the tea.
“Did he kick you?” he asked, softly, not wanting to upset Evan.
“It’s nothing.” She glanced at Evan. “He didn’t do it out of spite.”
Again, she had an understanding of the child that rather surprised him. The few times he’d seen her before led him to believe she cared only about having fun though if he’d stopped to think he might see that she carried a huge load of responsibility and some lighthearted activity on occasion might be in order.
The thought only darkened his mind. There would be little enough time or opportunity for fun while caring for Evan. Hugh had consulted Dr. Baker who would offer no assurances that Evan would ever be okay.
“Some children,” the doctor said, “are permanently damaged by being treated so poorly. Others, however, respond to patience and love. Just look at little Ellie.” He referred to the baby his daughter and Conner Marshall had adopted. The difference being that she was so young compared to Evan.
As Hugh drank his tea, he tried not to dread the upcoming bedtime. Three nights Evan had been with him and three nights had been an experience he wouldn’t wish on anyone. It would surely test Annie’s commitment. But if she left, what was he to do?
He again prayed for a suitable woman. Again no one came to the door except for the wind and he shifted his attention to Evan. He’d soon learned that to look directly at him caused the boy to shrink into the corner and turn his back to Hugh so he pretended to look out the window.
“Sounds like the wind is getting worse. We might get a storm.” He watched Evan out of the corner of his eye. The boy looked at the window, then, from under lowered eyelids, watched Hugh. What was he thinking? What did he see when he looked at the adults? Was he able to assess their reliability?
Annie quietly cleaned the table and did the dishes while the dread in Hugh’s thoughts continued to grow.
She finished and stood watching Evan. He wished he could read her mind. She brought her gaze to him, her eyes holding the darkness of the night. “What do you do about getting him to bed?”
He pushed to his feet. “Can we talk in my office?” He turned to the older man. “Would you mind staying with him?”
Grandfather waved them away. “Sort things out. You’ll need to be in agreement if you’re to reach him.”
Hugh followed Annie to his office, careful to leave the door open so her grandfather could see them. He could tell by the set of her shoulders and the tip of her head that she expected he was going to take her to task about something. Nothing was further from the truth.
“About bedtime,” he began and was relieved to notice her shoulders relaxed. “It’s been difficult so I thought it best to warn you.”
“Tell me about it.” She sat in the chair he’d indicted earlier and he sank to his own across the desk.
“As you can see, he doesn’t like to be touched and doesn’t like anyone to get too close. I think the woman who kept him let him sleep on a mat in the corner. He relieved himself in the slop bucket.” His throat tightened with the memory of how he’d found the boy and the words poured out as he described the situation.
“I’ve searched for him for months. At times I thought I would fail to find him. It wasn’t until I offered a reward of twenty dollars that the woman came forward. Twenty dollars! That’s all my son was worth. She told me when Bernice was dying—”
“Bernice?”
“She was my wife.”
“I see.”
She couldn’t begin to see what it had been like. Bernice’s dishonesty, her sneaking about with other men and then her disappearance.
“I’m sorry. Please continue.”
He sucked in air. “Bernice told her to hang onto Evan until I came and I’d pay for him. The woman should have been charged with abuse or something. She barely kept him alive and now I don’t know if he’ll ever be right.” He couldn’t go on.
She had her head down, as if studying her hands folded in her lap.
What was she thinking? Had she been moved at all by Evan’s plight?
He was about to go on, describing bedtime when she lifted her head and he saw a sheen of tears.
“How can anyone treat a child that way?” Her voice was a hoarse whisper. “It’s criminal.”
“It is criminal, in my opinion, but Sheriff Jesse assures me there isn’t anything he can do about it.”
“I hope that changes someday soon.” She spat out each word as if she couldn’t wait to get the bitter taste of them off her tongue.
His estimation of her rose several degrees. At least she wasn’t one of those men or women who thought children were of little value unless they could work. “Me too. But it won’t undo what has happened to Evan.”
“I’m sorry and angry at the same time.” She almost choked. “So sorry for Evan.” A beat. “And you.” Her voice strengthened. “But so angry at that woman. Please don’t ever tell me who she is or where she lives. I might hunt her down and exact justice.”
He imagined her in buckskins carrying a long gun and the fire of vengeance upon her face. It so tickled him that he chuckled. “I think for everyone’s sake that will be one of my secrets.”
Their gazes locked and he got the sensation that she saw far more than he wanted her to but he couldn’t pull away.
“Hugh—may I call you that?”
He nodded. Hardly seemed they could stand on formality if they were going to be living under the same roof.
“Hugh, what happened to your wife?”
Her question slammed through him, leaving him floundering for footing. Having a son who exploded at his slightest touch made him feel helpless and frustrated but being reminded of Bernice brought a flood of failure. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Another of those secrets?”
He couldn’t tell if she found the idea annoying or if she didn’t care.
She studied her hands again, examining one fingernail after the other.
Just when he thought she had accepted he didn’t mean to tell her more, she began to speak. “In this case, I think it affects Evan. If Bernice left after a squabble, he might have heard you and...well, it might make him frightened of you.”
“We didn’t squabble.” There were times they hardly talked. Bernice preferred to talk to other men. “She found me sadly lacking.”
Annie stared at him. “Lacking? In what way?” She seemed to find it hard to believe.
He told himself her surprise didn’t please him. After all, what did she know about him? Yet it did his ego good to think she might not think it possible. He shrugged. “I wasn’t exciting enough. Didn’t offer enough adventures. I found it difficult to please her.” Just as he had with his mother.
Annie made a derisive noise. “That sounds to me like she had a problem, not you.”
Hugh knew there was more to it than that. Just as he knew he was far too old to be flattered by Annie’s defense of him. Knowing all that didn’t change the fact that he felt like grinning like a silly kid. Instead, he coughed a little. “About Evan’s bedtime...”
Annie tipped her head and grinned. “That is why we’re here, isn’t it?”
He grinned back then sobered. What was wrong with