my heart is stubborn.â
âI see the wall you have made between you and the world,â Therese continued. âI have seen you with customers . . .â
âI greet them cordially, as I should,â Nicolette insisted. âI am never discourteous, never impolite . . .â
âNo, I did not mean that . . .â
âWould you have me flirt with customers?â
âNo . . .â
âThen what?â Nicolette asked tersely.
âI see your eyes . . . a mother sees . . . I see your eyes when a man you like comes in. There was that cowboy a few days ago. I could tell . . .â
âAnd . . .â
âYou might have allowed yourself a bit of conversation.â
âWell, heâs gone now,â Nicolette said and shrugged. âThey come. They go.â
âAnd what of Monsieur Waldron?â Therese asked.
âWhat
of
Monsieur Waldron?â Nicolette said, rolling her eyes.
âHe is a gentleman. He asked me politely whether he could ask you to accompany him to the theater. You
enjoy
the theater.â
âI do,â Nicolette admitted.
âHe is a gentleman, and he is a railway official,â Therese explained. âHe has money.â
âIs it about the money? Is
that
what you want?â
âI want whatâs best for my daughter,â Therese said sternly. âSomeday, you will want a man with a reliable income, and it would be nice to have a prominent man. Compare that to a cowboy or a drifter who comes and goes and is never heard from again.â
âIs it all . . . ?â
âNo. It is
not
all about his money,â Therese said, almost scolding. âYou deserve better than these cowboys . . .â
âLike John?â Nicolette asked pointedly.
âLike him . . . like that one last week who caused your cheeks to flush, but who was gone the next day, and who is probably in West Texas by now . . . and who has no intention of settling down and making a home. Another rough-edged drifter who could not afford to provide a proper home even if he were convinced that he should or must.â
âNot a proper gentleman who would provide a proper home,â Nicolette said with disdain and a toss of her head.
âYou should allow someone, some
gentleman
, into your world, if not your heart,â Therese insisted. âLong enough to give the man a chance to win your heart . . . or at least
try . . .
long enough to give him a chance to put some color into your cheeks.â
âMonsieur Waldron?â
âHe is a polite man who happens to have a good income. Is it a crime for a mother to want such a man to be interested in his daughter?â
âNo, Mama.â
âIâm not asking you to
marry
Monsieur Waldron,â Therese pleaded. âJust to go to the theater and allow him to treat you as a lady should be treated . . . as a lady who happens to be my daughter should be treated.â
âBut Mama, he is so old . . .â
âHe is not so
old
,â Therese insisted. âWhen I was your age . . .â
âYes, Mama, I
know
how old Papa was.â
Chapter 14
POP.
Somewhere in the roughly quarter-mile distance, there was a gunshot.
Pop. Pop.
More gunshots.
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop.
A fusillade.
Bladen Cole reined the roan to a stop and listened carefully. There had been an explosion of woodpeckers from the tops of the trees, startled by the first sounds of the shots, but they had glided away. The only nearby sounds were the occasional creak of a branch in the wind.
It sounded like there had been an ambush somewhere in the woods up ahead, and Cole was anxious not to be the victim of another one in his location.
Pop.
Another single shot up ahead was followed by the
pop, pop
of a different gun.
The four men whom he was following had been
Leigh James
Eileen Favorite
Meghan O'Brien
Charlie Jane Anders
Kathleen Duey
Dana Marton
Kevin J. Anderson
Ella Quinn
Charlotte MacLeod
Grace Brannigan