Chapter 7
“Do you have brothers and sisters?” Red scooped himself a big bite of potatoes.
Cass found she could answer a direct question. “No, I am an only child.”
Red looked up from his plate. “That sounds lonely. Although I was so much younger than my brothers and sisters, in some ways, I was almost an only child, I reckon.” He ate his potatoes, then casually sliced a generous piece off his ham steak and laid it on Cassie’s plate. “I’ve got too much here.”
Did handing her food count as a criticism or not? She didn’t have time to decide.
“So what does your father do for a livin’? Or has he passed on?” Red attacked his meal with relish.
As long as he talked, he couldn’t eat. Maybe he thought it was rude of her to question him when he was hungry. She inhaled slowly. It would seem she had to talk so he could finish his meal.
“My father worked for the railroad. First, in an office in New York City, but before I was born, they’d moved to Illinois, to Chicago. Mother was Spanish, but several generations ago.”
Red smiled. “The pearls from the Spanish countess.”
Cassie nodded and resumed talking. “She was four generations away from the Spanish countess, and our family these days is more German and English than Spanish. But my mother was still as proud of being Spanish as your mother was of being Irish.”
Red was eating with relish now, and Cassie’s heart lightened at his enjoyment. “Father died when I was very young. I just barely remember him. He left us quite well fixed, though. Mother and I lived alone from then on in a large house in Chicago. Mother died six years ago. I was twelve.”
Red stopped eating and his forehead wrinkled. “That’s really hard to lose your parents when you’re still a child. Who took care of you?”
“Griff did.”
“What?” Lowering his fork, Red stared at her.
He looked so shocked, Cassie hurried to explain.
“There was no other family, and Griff was an assistant my mother hired to see over our affairs after Father died. He had fallen out with his father and been disinherited, so he had no start in the world. He became less of an employee over the years and more of a family friend. When my mother died, she’d left the management of my estate to him and named him my guardian. We were married when I was fifteen.”
“Wow, that’s young for marriage.” Red slathered butter on his biscuit.
Watching his hands and the melting butter was easier than looking him in the eye.
“One day, when we’d been married about a month, I overheard some gossip between a storekeeper and our cook about Griff marrying me when he was closer to my mother’s age than mine.
Griff was furious at me for listening to gossip, especially because I had gone out to the shops without gaining his permission.
He fired the cook at once, of course, and I was forbidden from leaving the house alone again.
” Cassie rubbed the side of her face, still remembering the stinging slap she’d earned for her childish defiance.
It wasn’t the first time Griff had punished her, but it was the first time he’d left marks where they’d be visible to others.
She’d been banished to her room for two weeks, allowed to see no one but Griff until the bruises faded. She’d been so badly behaved back then.
“My pa didn’t forbid my ma to do much. She wasn’t one to take orders.” Red took another bite of biscuit and chewed slowly, watching her so carefully, she wished she could end her story.
“I convinced him to forgive me, but he was still very upset about it. To avoid the talk, Griff decided to come west. He had dreams about being a cattle baron and proving himself to the world. With my inheritance, it seemed like Griff’s dreams could come true.
But it takes a lot to get started in the West.”
“Not if you live off the land like I do.” Red had quit eating.
“Griff wanted a home for us like the one we’d left behind, and of course, things Griff wanted to make our home pleasant were so costly out here.
” Cassie sighed. Things Mr. York and probably others thought she’d demanded.
“Then Griff was cheated when he bought cattle. They never gained weight well, and most of the calf crop was lost. The grass on our property was never as lush as we had hoped. And the property was heavily wooded and mountainous rather than grassland, not what had been represented to us at all. It was just one thing after another. We’d have made it, I’m sure, if Griff hadn’t died.
” And oh…Red’s plate was nearly cleared.
“Do you want more? There are more potatoes and biscuits.”
Red shook his head, leaned back in his chair, and rested a hand on his stomach. “I am stuffed. I can’t remember when I’ve enjoyed a meal more. The food was delicious, and I did like havin’ a beautiful woman talk to me while I ate. I’d drink a cup of coffee, though.”
Cassie stood, but Red waved her back. “Let me get it, Cass. You’ve had a rough day.
” Red moved to the fireplace and picked up the heavy coffeepot with a towel to protect his hand.
He poured them each a fragrant cup of the boiled coffee and, with a clank of metal on metal, returned the pot to the hook.
He moved gracefully, at home in the kitchen handling women’s work.
Griff had never lowered himself to do anything like that, but somehow, when Red did it, it didn’t seem like he was less a man.
Cassie added a new rule to her collection.
Man’s work and woman’s work wasn’t the same in every family.
Instead, like all rules, they were set by the man to be how he wanted.
Red slid a cup of coffee in front of Cassie. She cradled the tin coffee cup in both hands, absorbing the warmth even though it wasn’t a cold night.
“When is the baby due, Cass?” Red settled back in his chair.
Shocked, she lifted her head from her contemplation of the new rules. She’d never dreamed Red would ask anything personal about the baby. Griff had avoided the whole subject, saying it was inappropriate to discuss such things. Her cheeks heated as she floundered for something to say.
“I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Red sat up straight in his chair, looking as uncomfortable as she felt.
That made Cassie feel even worse. The only reason he would have mentioned her embarrassment was if the heat in her cheeks meant she was blushing. She set down her cup and clapped both hands over her cheeks. “I didn’t think you’d want to talk about it.”
“If you’re uncomfortable talkin’ about it with me, I understand. I just want to know when it’s due. We may need to have the doctor out, and as winter comes on, that gets harder, so I was wonderin’ if it’s very soon.” Red shrugged and lapsed into an awkward silence.
“I…I don’t exactly know. How can a woman know such things as when it’s coming?” She wanted to tell him what he needed to know.
“You mean you don’t know how long you’ve been expectin’?”
“Um…I do know that. Though Griff thought it was unseemly to discuss fe–female things.” Cassie fell silent, exhausted from forcing such personal words past her lips.
“Oh.” Red nodded for a second. Then he actually smiled.
“I don’t really think of having babies as a female thing, Cass.
Well, in a way it’s probably the most female thing there ever was, but there’s got to be a father somewhere, and it looks like I’m it.
So that makes it a male thing too. So tell me how long. ”
“I…I knew I was…that is, my time…my lady’s time…
didn’t…wasn’t there…in March last. I told Griff about it a couple of months ago, and he said I was most likely bearing a child, and we weren’t to discuss it or be…
be close until after, because a woman was unclean when she was bearing…
” Cassie gave up again, humiliated. She propped her elbows on the table and rested her burning face in her hands.
Red caught one of her wrists in his hand. “Cassandra Dawson?”
Cassie looked up at Red smiling kindly at her. “Yes?”
“We aren’t going to have things we don’t talk about in this house.
Having a baby does not make a woman unclean.
I reckon I’m the head of this house, and I say that’s the way it is.
Now, if you need to blush over this, that’s all right, but we’re still gonna talk about it.
If you missed your…um…time in March, that means…
” Red sat silently for a few seconds and ticked off months on his fingers.
“That means you’re seven months along. A woman takes nine months to grow a child inside her, so you’ll be having this baby in December. We’ve got two months.”
“Nine months. Are you sure?”
“Cass, didn’t anybody ever tell you these things? Didn’t your ma have a talk with you, or wasn’t there a woman friend?”
“Mother died when I was twelve. I can’t remember her saying anything about it except what to do about my…my…”
“Your monthly lady’s time?” Red asked gently.
Cassie’s cheeks heated again. She nodded, hoping they could move on from this topic. “I’ve got to clean up the dishes.” She reached for the plate in front of Red.
Red had never released her wrist. He tightened his grip and held her still. “So you have no idea what to expect when the baby comes?”
Cassie shook her head, keeping her eyes on the table.
Red tapped her on the chin, and she looked up at him.
His eyes were as warm as a Montana summer, and he smiled at her even as, with his calming touch, he held her in her seat and made her look at him.
“There is nothing wrong or unclean or embarrassing about having a baby, Cass. It’s the most natural thing God ever created.
Birth is the foundation of the world. Every plant has a seed, every animal recreates in its own kind.
God put people on the earth and told them to be fruitful and multiply.
” Red let go of her wrist and slid his chair out from the table so he could lay one hand on her stomach. “This baby is a gift from God.”