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Dark, sparkling eyes stared up at her. βYou wonβt let the bad man get me again, will you?β
βOf course not.β Annabelle reached over and brushed a hand across the little cheek. βWeβll tell my father, and heβll make sure we all stay safe.β
A bright smile lit up Nuggetβs face, and she pulled a hand away from Josephβs embrace. βI saved us some flowers.β
Her little fingers were stained from the mush that sheβd been keeping in her tiny fist. Annabelle couldnβt help smile at the thought that in all of the danger theyβd just faced, Nugget was determined to keep her flowers safe.
Joseph set Nugget down. βWhy donβt you go look at your books while I talk to Annabelle?β
Nugget let out a long groan. βYou guys want to talk about the bad man. Mama and Papa never let me hear about the bad man, either.β
βYou know about the bad man?β The disbelief in Josephβs voice made Annabelleβs heart sink. He probably had no idea what sort of skullduggery his father had been involved in. Annabelle didnβt, either, but from the whispered conversations she wasnβt supposed to hear when her father was talking with the sheriff, she knew enough.
Nugget nodded and looked at Annabelle.
Joseph whipped around. βYou knew?β
βOnce we were in the cabin, Nugget told me she recognized the bad man as someone sheβd once seen arguing with her father. But thatβs all I was able to find out. Were you able to find anything?β
βNo.β A dark look crossed his face, and Annabelle could only imagine what poor Joseph must be feeling. βHe got away.β
Annabelle had gathered that much on her own. βMaybe my father knows something that can be helpful. Heβs good friends with the sheriff.β
His shoulders relaxed, and he glanced in the direction of Nugget, who had turned her attention to the books. βWhy would someone want to take a child?β
Because there was a lot of meanness in this world, particularly in a mining town, where the lowest of the low hung around, hoping to find riches.
Unfortunately, most of the people seeking riches werenβt kindhearted souls wanting to do good for others. At least that had been Annabelleβs experience. What that had to do with taking an innocent child, she didnβt know, but she didnβt question things like that anymore.
βBecause Papa knew where the silver was,β the little voice piped up.
Annabelle sighed. Especially when Joseph headed her way and asked, βAnd did he tell you where it was?β
She couldnβt bear to look at him, or to hear the rest of the conversation. Annabelle went outside for a breath of fresh air in hopes that her churning stomach would calm down. The manβs sister had nearly been kidnapped, and he wanted to ask about the silver. Maybe she and God werenβt on the best of terms right now, but surely the fastest way to ruin was greed. The kind of greed that had men stealing children, and others too worried about the silver to consider their safety.
Please, God. Help me escape this horrible place. Let Joseph and Nugget leave here before anything worse happens.
The futility of her prayers was not lost on Annabelle. She looked around the clearing, realizing for the first time that the horses were gone. What a way for God to answer. She wasnβt just stuck in Leadville, but in a ramshackle cabin so far from home that she wouldnβt be tasting Maddieβs cooking anytime soon.
She turned toward the cabin and saw Joseph standing in the doorway.
βThe horses are gone,β she said, gesturing toward the empty area where theyβd grazed.
βYeah.β Joseph ran his fingers through his hair. βHe took them.β
Annabelle glanced over the hill toward the low sun. βItβll be dark soon. Too dangerous to leave the cabin now. Weβll have to spend the night here, then set off first thing in the morning.β
He nodded slowly. βYouβre taking this better than I thought you would.β
βAnd what is it that you thought Iβd do?β Annabelleβs face heated. βHave a fit of vapors?β
At his slow nod, the heat in her cheeks moved to the back of her neck.
βIβll have you know that I have spent plenty of time in places worse than this, thanks to my fatherβs ministry. Why, I could even catch us a couple of fish in the stream, clean them, and then cook them up for supper.β
The look on his face screamed disbelief. Fine, then. Sheβd show him. Fortunately, she remembered seeing a fishing rod in the cabin. Without another word, she stomped past him, grabbed the fishing rod, then went back out the door.
βAnnabelle! Wait.β
She spun around and shot him her best glare. βWhat? Any other condescension youβd like to send my way?β
βNo.β He shoved his hands in his pockets. βI was just going to say thanks, thatβs all. And that Iβm impressed. Back home, my sisters would have been horrified at spending the night in a place like this, and even more so at the thought of touching a worm, or cleaning a fish. Thereβs a lot more to you than meets the eye, Annabelle Lassiter. I see that once again, weβve misjudged each other.β
She supposed she should have been grateful for his compliment. But his words about misjudging each other grated on her conscience like the squealing wheels of the train pulling in to the station.
Joseph knew nothing of Annabelleβs life, or her situation, least of all her capabilities. Yet here he was, admitting that. Trying to do what she supposed was the right thing. Which made her own thoughts on him even worse. She should be trying harder, but something in her fought it and wouldnβt let her.
So she let his comment pass and walked toward the creek, where hopefully enough fish would be biting that they could have a decent supper.
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