Her heart pounded. She swallowed, nervous. What could she possibly offer him by way of bartering? What would he accept?
Now he was on the steps. He stood taller than she remembered. She hesitated. Maybe this was a fool idea. There was no way she could force him to go with her if he had a mind not to.
As he crossed in front of her, she caught a whiff of that fancy-smelling lotion he used. He reached for the door handle...
She gathered her courage. Tommy was worth it. Tommy was worth everything. “How much do you charge for a doctor visit?”
He froze at the sound of her voice.
“Would you take a chicken in payment?”
“I hate chicken,” he said evenly in his deep voice.
Her gut tightened. What to do? What to do?
Then he started to twist around.
“Stay as you are!” She panicked, fumbled with her satchel and withdrew her pistol. She shoved it against his lower back. “I got me a gun here, don’t you know.”
It was her nerves talking. She was making a muddle of everything.
“I dislike being accosted at gunpoint.”
She would have laughed at the absurd statement had her skin not been crawling in her nervousness. Instead, she scowled. “Most people do, but you’re mighty calm for bein’ in such a condition.”
“Believe me. I am not calm at all. I simply can’t see any value in making the situation worse.”
“Well...that’s a good thing. Now. Enough talk. You got to come with me.”
“What is this about? I assume someone is hurt or sick.”
How much could she tell him without him saying no to crossing the river? If he wouldn’t take a chicken, she had nothing to give him. She had nothing to spare.
“Are you alone?”
He was asking too many questions and this was taking too long.
“I said quiet! Just move on down to the wagon there.”
He started to turn.
She didn’t want him facing her! She stepped farther into the shadows.
“If you need my medical skills, then I must insist that either you or I bring my medical bag.”
She scowled again. “Fine. Get it. But don’t try anything.”
She followed him to a room in the back of the house, where he picked up a brown leather bag the size of a bread box from his desk.
“I’ll need my—” He reached for a drawer.
“Oh, no, you don’t!” She cocked her gun. He could store anything in there—a gun or a knife. “You git a move on.”
The rustle of heavy material sounded as he grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and shrugged into it, then picked up his bag again. She stepped aside to let him pass and followed him outside.
Light from the moon cast the town in shadows of gray and black and blue as he strode to her wagon. She didn’t want him sitting next to her. He might get the upper hand and wrestle her gun away from her. Then where would she be? Where would Tommy be?
“Climb in the back.”
He took hold of the edge of the wagon and then paused. “You do realize that this is kidnapping?”
She shut out the twinge of guilt she felt. Tommy was all that mattered. “Can’t be helped.”
“I could shout. Call out for help.”
“Everyone is at the town hall. There’s no one around to hear you.”
“You’ve planned this well.” He swung into the wagon bed. “If I forced your hand, they would hear a gunshot...”
“I don’t think you want to take that chance, now do you, Doc? I been living off the land most my life. I don’t miss what I aim for.”
“I see your point.”
“Now, lay down on your back.”
“I hardly think that is necess—”
She threw a tarp over him. “I’m in charge here, in case you ain’t noticed. Now, no more shenanigans. I never heard someone talk so much during a kidnapping.”
“So, this is a common occurrence?”
“Ya gotta come with me, Doc,” she said softly, mostly to herself. “I can’t give you no choice in the matter.” Her heart hurt, tight with remorse. It wasn’t right—her using him this way especially after he’d done her a good turn a few days back at the mercantile, but it couldn’t be helped. Tommy came first, despite how guilty she felt about forcing the doc. She snapped the reins. “Get up! Berta!”
This was a first for Nelson. Kidnapped by a bit of a woman no bigger than a broomstick. At first, he’d thought to wrestle the gun away from her, but then realizing the depth of her desperation, he’d decided, for the time being, to let her have her way and let things play out. If she kept waving that gun around, someone—likely he—was bound to get hurt. Besides, she hadn’t demanded money, so this wasn’t a robbery. The only thing she seemed to want was him. The idea of it tickled him a small degree. Kidnapped! He’d never been wanted so badly in his life. He only hoped he wasn’t going from a bad situation to worse. One tiny woman wouldn’t be a problem, but if she transported him to a den of outlaws, that would be another thing entirely.
In the dark, he hadn’t gotten a good look at her, but something about her was familiar—her voice, the way she pronounced certain words. He couldn’t place it, but he’d heard her speak somewhere before.
The wagon rumbled along and he felt every small rut and bump on his backside. He shivered against the chill in the air, smelling snow. Suddenly, his weight shifted as blood rushed to his head. The wagon traveled down a steep slope, then hooves clopped on wooden boards. The wagon leveled out and stopped.
There was the rustle of cloth and a few feminine grunts, then he felt a strange rocking sensation. At first, he was confused, but then the sound of water trickling over rocks came to him and he realized the wagon was floating. The only river nearby was south of town—the Smoky Hill River. And the only ferry crossing was southeast, about a mile from the train tracks. At least he had his bearings now.
When the wagon started moving over solid ground again, he knew they had reached the opposite bank. He popped his head out from under the tarp. Clouds obscured the moon. With so little light, how could the woman see the trail? All he could make out was the manly shape of her hat against the darkness. A snowflake landed on his eyelash. He swiped it away, feeling more confident that he could find his way back to town if need be. A light layer of spring snow would make it easy for him to follow tracks.
“Ma’am?”
“No talking,” she said curtly.
“But don’t you think this has gone far enough? Why do you feel the need to drag me out—”
“Shut your mouth, Doc.”
“If I can be of service, I am certainly willing.”
“I got no call to believe a word out of your mouth or any man’s. You’d only force me to turn around and take you back and I can’t do that. There’s only one thing I want from you and you ain’t leavin’ until it gets done.”
“Then you intend to release me after I do whatever it