Not long after Gilbert Halloway went missing, entrepreneur Zane Ogden produced evidence that Adam’s father had acquired a high interest loan against the family’s property. Adam had smelled a rat. Not for one second had he believed that his father would do business with a man like Ogden, especially after he’d advised their neighbors against it. Adam’s brothers, Seth and Russell, hadn’t shared his conviction. After all, how could they dispute Gilbert’s signature? Big Bend’s sheriff had witnessed the transaction. Their differences of opinion on the matter and Seth’s insistence on paying back the “loan” had been the impetus for his hasty decision to leave the ranch and join the Union army.
Adam studied Deborah’s reaction with a practiced eye. Anxiety shrouded her. The skin around her eyes had become pinched. The pale blue vein at her throat fluttered like a nervous bird. Her hand searched and found the gold brooch fixed to her bodice, fingers clinging to the odd-shaped jewelry. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
Their hostess entered bearing a basket of butter-slathered yeast rolls. “Sorry to keep you waiting. These beauties took longer than usual to brown.” With a smile that transformed her mannish features, Aunt Mae gestured for everyone to have a seat while she assumed her place at the head of the table.
Adam clenched his fists at his sides. Deborah’s shoulders sagged with obvious relief. She’d been spared...this time.
The blonde named Hildie steered him to the empty chair beside her, with a view of the hallway entrance and the blue and white parlor beyond. Deborah and Sadie found places opposite them. Aunt Mae asked him to say grace, something he hadn’t done aloud in many years. His voice sounded rusty to his ears. His life had become a solitary venture, his faith in God a private thing.
His childhood experiences had been different. Back then, he’d accompanied his parents and two older brothers to church services every week, and social outings were shared with their fellow congregants. Memories of his mother and brothers evoked a multitude of emotions, chiefly sadness and regret. He hadn’t seen them since the day he stormed off the farm. They’d exchanged a handful of letters through the years. Lately, though, he’d yearned for a long overdue reunion. Maybe, once he’d captured Ogden, he’d travel to Missouri and surprise them.
Hildie drew him out of his ruminations and peppered him with questions. She was a persistent young woman. Unlike Deborah, the blonde’s eagerness for a husband was unmistakable. He could’ve told her that men who sensed a woman’s desperation would run in the other direction.
Deborah remained quiet throughout the meal, speaking only when spoken to and not once meeting his gaze. He’d have to get her alone somehow. As impatient as he was for answers, his instincts said he’d have to go slowly with this one. He would have to earn her trust, make her think they were friends.
His opportunity came sooner than expected. At the meal’s conclusion, she offered to help Aunt Mae clean the dishes.
Aunt Mae patted her hand. “You’ve been in the kitchen all day. Hildie will help me, won’t you, dear?”
Hildie hesitated. “I was about to invite Adam to join me in a game of checkers.”
“Plenty of time for that tomorrow.” The older woman dismissed her excuse and pushed a bowl into her hands. “Carry that in for me.” To Adam, she said, “It’s Deborah’s habit to stroll about town every evening after supper. Perhaps you could join her.”
Deborah worried her bottom lip. “I’m certain Mr. Draper is tired from his travels.”
He smiled at her. “I’m never too tired to spend time with an intriguing lady. And please, call me Adam.”
Consternation flitted over her features. “Sadie, would you like to come?”
“I’ve got letters to write,” she demurred. “Maybe next time.”
Deborah gestured limply to the door. “I suppose it’s just the two of us, then.”
Did her reluctance to be in his company stem from embarrassment? Or did she suspect he was more than what he claimed?
* * *
Deborah was certain her companion perceived her unease.
God, please don’t let him ask about the train again. Or why I was clad in a wedding dress.
Was it fair to ask Him for help in this deception she’d created of her own volition? Probably not. If she’d fought her arranged marriage at the outset instead of meekly falling in with the plans, she wouldn’t have had cause to flee her home. Her father’s initial declaration—that he’d promised her to his oldest friend and business associate, Tobias Latham, a man thirty years her senior—had blindsided her. Gerard Frazier had intimated that this union was her last chance to redeem herself and make up for all the ways in which she’d disappointed him. Unable to refuse the rare opportunity to earn his approval, she’d buried her objections.
The newspapers had printed the official announcement. Friends, some dear and some not, had attended a grand engagement celebration in her and Tobias’s honor. Gerard had hired an assistant to guide her in the ceremony planning. The weeks had sped by in a whirlwind of activity until the day arrived for her to pledge her life to a man she barely knew.
Like a coward, she’d bolted without telling a single soul. Not even Lucy, the one person who understood her better than anyone else. She’d waited until reaching Kansas before contacting her sister.
Oh, Lucy, I wish you were here now.
“Would you prefer to go alone, Miss Frazier?”
Adam’s quiet voice pierced her cloud of introspection. Beside her on the shadowed front porch, he watched her with a subdued expression. Guilt pinched her. Here she was engrossed in her problems, without giving a single thought to how he might feel. She’d been in his position not long ago and remembered feeling overwhelmed by the vast, untamed prairie and a little lost amid a crowd of rowdy cowboys, busy shop owners and unwed females jostling for the best bachelors.
“Of course not. I’m happy to show you the town.” Descending the shallow steps and traversing the footpath through the tidy yard, she passed through the gate opening and onto the boardwalk. “Which way shall we go? Left toward the stockyards or right toward the opera house?”
Hands deep in his pockets, he looked both ways and shrugged. “I’ll leave it up to you.”
Deborah led him in the direction of the opera house, drawing his attention to various points of interest. At this hour, wagon traffic was almost nonexistent and the shop windows were dark. Town wasn’t entirely deserted, however. Cowboys were usually out and about, dining at various eateries or paying a visit to Mr. Lin’s laundry services. If there was a show at the opera house, folks congregated in the vacant lots surrounding the building. With all the activity, she felt safe walking the streets alone. That was something she never would’ve been allowed to do in St. Louis. Deborah savored the sense of independence.
As they passed the saddle shop, she pointed out the Longhorn Feed and Grain. “You’ll do a lot of trading there if you decide to settle here.” Her curiosity got the better of her. “What’s wrong with your current place?”
Her blunt query sparked amusement in his rich brown eyes. “Nothing’s wrong with it.”
“Why then would you leave your home and start afresh?”
“I’ve a soul prone to wander, I’m afraid. I like to tackle new challenges simply to ascertain whether or not I can succeed.” His teeth gleamed white in the darkness. “I have several operations across the state of Missouri, but none in Kansas.”
Alarm skittered along her spine. “Missouri, huh? What part?”
“Big Bend.”
Not terribly close to St. Louis. “Do you consider any of those places home?”
“There is one that’s special to