Chapter 10
Red fashioned a bull’s-eye using the side of his barn and a chunk of coal pulled out of the fireplace. Then he stood and watched in painful silence as Cassie threw her knife and missed the whole building.
She’d been at it for a week, during the young’uns’ nap time.
Usually, the throw was short, plowing into the ground.
Red was afraid to stay too close to her, especially after the time she’d dropped her knife on his boot.
Luckily, the handle had hit, not the blade, but it had taught him not to get too close.
Once, she’d dropped it only inches from her own foot.
And she’d gotten into the habit of losing it on the backswing.
So Red had to make sure he wasn’t behind her either.
He also didn’t like to get too far away in case she stabbed herself.
So he couldn’t get behind nor beside. Not close nor far. In all honesty, the safest place might be right in front of the bull’s-eye. Wherever else she’d hit since she’d started knife throwing, it had never been close to the place it was supposed to go.
She was getting better, though. The knife was going forward over half the time these last couple of days. It almost never went so wide it missed the barn. A couple of times, starting yesterday, she’d made contact with wood, but often, the knife would hit on its side, then slide to the ground.
“Maybe you should step a little closer, honey. Most knife fights are pretty close up. You don’t need to stay back this far.
” They were about ten feet away, and if anyone ever got closer to Cassie than this, Red wasn’t going to wait around for her to fight.
He’d take over and save the day. But since the barn was no armed killer, Red encouraged her to move up.
“But this is how far away Abby was when she killed that snake.” Cassie got a mule-stubborn look on her face. She was so cute when she scowled at him, it was all Red could do not to hug her.
Red didn’t know how to break it to Cassie. “Abby is all right as an example to follow, but until you’re a whole lot better, I wouldn’t compare yourself to her. She’s about the best knife thrower I’ve ever seen. Way better than me or Silas…or even Belle.”
Cassie stayed right where she was, and this time, she held the knife by its tip instead of the hilt and threw it as though she was mad. There was a solid thunk when the knife embedded in the barn. Her eyes lit up like stars. “I did it!” She launched herself at Red.
Knowing not to make light of her accomplishment, plus always being happy to hold his pretty little wife, Red swung her around in a circle until she giggled.
“You did great! Look at it. It’s almost to the outside ring of the bull’s-eye, and it’s sunk deep in the wood.
You are such a tough cookie.” Sweet cookie too.
He bent down and stole a kiss and, for a second, distracted her from practicing mayhem.
As he deepened the kiss, she caught her breath, a sound that always sped his heart. He’d begun to consider just how long the young’uns would stay asleep when she pulled away and looked at the barn.
Red let her go, digging deep for patience as his single-minded, knife-fighting wife headed for the barn to jerk her blade free. “I think I’ve learned the secret. I’ve gotta be mad when I throw.”
Since Cassie didn’t have much of a temper—despite Belle’s best efforts to help her develop a killer instinct—she might as well give up now. But oh no, thanks to Belle’s bloodthirstiness and Abby’s hostile confidence, Cassie-the-marshmallow was determined to learn knife throwing.
She was pestering him to let her help with the branding too. So far, two young children and her barnyard chores and spring garden had kept her distracted while Red branded calves at top speed. Hopefully, he’d be long done before she found a spare minute.
She squared off facing the barn and raised the knife again just as Silas and Belle and their brood rode into the ranch on horseback. Belle carried Tanner on her back. Silas had Betsy riding in front of him. Emma and Sarah rode their own mustangs behind their parents.
Red started to wave but dropped his hand at the grim expression on Silas’s face and an even more serious look on Belle’s. This was no social visit.
Silas swung down, handing Betsy to Emma, who’d come up to hold the horses. “I’ve got cattle missing, Red. We set out to track them and found evidence of cattle from your herd being run off too.”
The pleasure of the day faded as Red nodded. “I’ve been keeping a close watch, but I can’t light out hunting rustlers and leave the family home.”
“We were close enough to your place, we turned away from the trail.” After dismounting, Belle jerked her gloves off as she stood shoulder to shoulder with Silas.
“It’s pretty clear they’re headed into some rugged timberland on Mort’s range.
Mort isn’t up to hunting them down, and I doubt Wade is—at least not this soon after getting home. ”
Red admired Belle for a lot of things, none more than the way she stood by her man.
“Didn’t you say you’d found evidence of thieves?” Cassie asked Red as she tucked her knife into a little pouch Belle had sewn to the inside of her skirt’s waistband.
Red flinched, always afraid she’d stab herself in the stomach. Belle wanted the knife concealed. Red thought a nice, sturdy leather pouch outside her skirt would be better. Guess who Cassie listened to?
Silas pulled off his Stetson and ran his fingers through his hair to get it to stop drooping over his eyes, then settled the hat back in place. “We’ve been snowed in, so we hadn’t had any trouble until the spring thaw.”
Red looked at Sarah. “Susannah should be up pretty soon. You want to go check on her for me?”
“It’s been a long drive,” Cassie said. “Sarah, we’ve got ham in the cold room.”
“Eggs too? I could make up some ham and eggs.” Emma slid Tanner out of the pack on Belle’s back while she balanced Betsy on her hip.
“You don’t have to cook for us.” Cassie flushed. “I’ll make the meal. I just thought if you or Betsy were hungry, you could make sandwiches.”
“I’ll take care of supper for all of us.” Sarah reached to take Betsy from Emma.
“Emma, go help, will you? The grownups need to talk.” Silas didn’t order her. It sounded more pathetic than that. Just how often did Silas have luck getting his womenfolk to mind him?
“Like any one of you is tougher’n me.” Emma rolled her eyes, then headed for the house with Tanner while Sarah carried Betsy.
Red shook his head. The girls would take care of supper and watch four active babies and not turn a hair. He got annoyed with Belle for a few things, such as teaching Cassie to be bloodthirsty, but he had to admit, the woman raised terrific—though somewhat fierce—children.
“Red and I need to talk a minute, ladies.” Silas jerked his head to indicate Red needed to follow him. They’d gone one step before Belle fell in beside Silas. Red glanced back and saw Cassie directly behind him. “Belle, please let me talk to Red alone for a minute.”
“No.”
“Yes. This is man-to-man.”
“No.”
Silas stopped and frowned at Belle. “I distinctly remember you promising to obey me, woman.”
“That was a long time ago.”
He leaned down so his nose almost touched hers. “But your promise was forever.”
Silas was a hard man. Red had seen that on their trek to find Wade.
He rode long, never asking for a rest. He read tracks as though they were the written word.
He packed light and could live off the land without breaking a sweat.
And now, looking as fiery as a Montana sunset, he scowled at his wife.
If it had been Red, he’d have backed down right away.
Belle took a step forward. “I’ve hardly ever obeyed you, Silas. Why would you expect me to start now when you’re going to talk about stolen Tanner cattle?”
“Harden cattle.” Silas jabbed Belle in the chest. “And don’t you forget it.”
Red’s spine tingled. Not because of the warrior’s gleam in both their eyes, or because he was afraid there was going to be a real fight between these two, but because Cassie might be taking notes.
Belle caught Silas by the front of his shirt. “I never forget it. Even though I built the herd”—she pulled him down closer, but he didn’t move, so she ended up standing on her tiptoes—“I trained the horses and?—”
“You are going to mind me!” Silas grabbed Belle by her slim waist and yanked her hard against him. “You promised, and your word oughta be good. You still want to live in that pretty house I built you, right?”
“You’d never kick me out, and we both know it.”
They glared at each other until the tension could snap both of them in two. Then suddenly, Silas swooped down and kissed Belle. His arms slid around her waist, and he lifted until her feet dangled off the ground.
Silas let up his kissing and whispered something in Belle’s ear.
She giggled.
Red shook his head in shock. He’d have never dreamed Belle Tanner—Harden—was capable of making such a feminine sound.
Silas whispered some more, and this time, Red caught the word Cassie.
It was low enough that Red wouldn’t have heard if he hadn’t read Silas’s lips.
Which brought to Red’s mind the possibility that he was watching these two a little more closely than he should be, but it fascinated him to see Silas work his way around stubborn Belle.
With a quick nod, Belle said, “All right, you’ve got ten minutes. Then Cassie and I are coming.”
“Thanks, honey. And you still don’t obey worth a hoot.”
“Sure, I do. As long as you order me to do what I was gonna do, anyway.”
“And you’re right. I’d never kick you out of that house. I’ve gotten real used to having you around.” Silas kissed her again, soundly.
Once her feet were back on the ground, Belle turned, strode over to Cassie, and linked their arms. “Just because we disagreed and he won doesn’t mean anything I told you about how to stand up for yourself is wrong.” They walked toward the house.
Red almost followed so he could hear what advice Belle was giving his sweet Cassie now.
“Let’s head toward the watering hole.”
Red hated to let the two women go. His life might depend on his being ready for Cassie’s next round of independence. But since it was about cattle rustlers, he followed Silas.
“I just wanted Cassie away from this. I wasn’t worried about Belle.
” Silas glanced behind him as if to check that the women were gone.
Then he lowered his voice. “All right, I’ll admit I’m a little worried, but I can’t let Belle know that, and my woman has ears like a nervous mama cougar.
Belle gets the bit in her teeth and there’s no stopping her.
Here’s how it goes, Red. I’ve found a solid trail leading into some rugged land on Sawyer’s range.
It was mighty bold the way they came into our valley—that gap is close to my house—and drove off about ten head of cattle.
I only know it was that many because of the tracks.
Then I back-trailed ’em and found a little canyon where they’d held the cattle not more’n a couple days.
Then they drove ’em out and met up with another small herd—another ten cattle, maybe. ”
“You think those came from my place?”
“I know they did because we followed the trail back this way.”
“I’ve come up short in my tally. But we always lose a few head to winter kill. Still, it was high enough I was sure there’d been some thievin’.”
Nodding, Silas went on. “If I take you with me tracking the cows, that’d leave Cassie alone here.
I don’t like that idea at any time, but especially not if a pack of rustlers as bold as these are close to hand.
But I didn’t want to leave the children at our place or here with you and Cassie.
So I want Belle here and Emma. They’re tough ones.
They’ll keep everyone safe and be better here than they would be in our cabin.
’Course, Belle is fit to be tied that I’m not letting her come along.
I swear, the woman would take on a whole gang of outlaws with a baby strapped on her back, and Emma and Sarah are game enough to go along.
But I can’t stand the thought of them in danger. ”
Belle might prove an abler saddle partner than Red was going to be. Which made it pretty easy to accept Belle’s staying here with Cass.
“So I think Belle will stay behind here if we make it about Cassie, but Cassie will pitch a fit and try to come, too, if she knows it’s for her own good. Which then means we’d have to take all the children.”
“We might as well be taking a wagon train with us.” Red shook his head.
“We can go and leave the women and put an end to this gang once and for all.”
“I’d have had it to do pretty soon, anyway,” Red said. “But I couldn’t leave Cassie home with the young’uns. Besides, I’m pretty sure she’s got another babe on the way. She hasn’t admitted it to me yet, or maybe she hasn’t noticed.”
“How could she not know if she’s expecting a baby?”
“It don’t surprise me none. Cassie’s led a real sheltered life.”
“Keep her with child as much as possible.” Silas nodded with satisfaction. “It slows Belle down some, gives me a few months off her scaring me to death busting broncs and hog-tying thousand-pound longhorns.”
With a grin, Red said, “I oughta tell Belle you said that.”
Silas’s eyes sprang open wide as he said, “You wouldn’t!”
Red laughed. “Let’s go join the women for a quick supper, then hit the trail. There isn’t room in that house for us, anyway. We might as well put some miles behind us on the trail since we’re gonna get banished to the barn.”
“Ain’t that the truth?” Silas headed for the house like a man who wasn’t the least bit scared of his feisty wife.
Red followed along, deeply impressed.