Only 6 - Winter Fire - Elizabeth Lowell by Elizabeth Lowell

Author:Elizabeth Lowell
Language: bg
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-05-08T13:44:35+00:00

Case dumped an armload of wood in the cabin. Sitting on his heels, he sorted and stacked the wood neatly near the fire.

Sarah looked up from her spinning. Though she was tired enough to fall on her face after a day of grinding corn with Lola, boiling laundry, and making soap, the spinning still had to be done. The cloth not only made their own clothes, it was one of the few sources of cash she had.

Unfortunately she wasn’t too tired to blush every time she thought of what had happened that morning, with the sun barely up, her pants down around her knees, and a wild singing in her body.

Hastily she looked away from Case. The firewood he had brought in was obviously from the higher country beyond Lost River Canyon. There was even some pine wood among the piсon and juniper.

“Thank you,” she said. “You’re very handy with that ax Ute, uh, found.”

She suspected Ute had “found” the ax—and more besides—at the raiders’ camp in Spring Canyon.

“No thanks necessary,” Case said. “I eat food cooked over that fire just like Conner does.”

The cabin door opened. Conner stuck his head in.

“If you’re finished with that wood,” he said to Case, “I could use a hand.”

Sarah looked up quickly from her spinning.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” her brother said.

“Then Case doesn’t need to worry about it, either,” she said. “He worked like a donkey getting firewood today.”

“It won’t take long,” Conner said.

Case glanced at the rawboned boy and stood up smoothly. He had been expecting something like this ever since Conner had reluctantly walked off this morning, leaving his sister in Case’s bed.

“Be right with you,” he said.

Conner withdrew. Rather pointedly he left the door open behind him.

“That boy,” Sarah muttered, setting aside her spinning. “You would think he was born in a barn.”

“I’ll get the door on my way out.”

When Case closed the door behind him, Conner was standing off toward one of the clumps of big sage. In the waning light, the boy cast a long, thin shadow. The six-gun he wore was a blunt black bulge on his hip.

He put the sun behind him, Case realized. Right in my eyes. The boy has promise.

Hope he lives long enough to grow into it.

“What happened this morning?” Conner demanded as soon as the other man was within speaking range.

“You heard your sister.”

“How did you nick your eye?”

“What’s on your mind? Something special eating on you?”

“Sarah. Leave her alone.”

Deliberately Case hooked his thumbs through his belt and took a relaxed stance.

“You do recall whose bed is out in the brush and whose is in the cabin?” he asked quietly. “Have you considered that you might be lecturing the wrong person?”

Conner’s mouth thinned. The look in his dark green eyes was far too adult for a boy of fifteen.

“Sarah wouldn’t turn away from a creature in need,” he said. “Ute said you needed her. She went to you and you grabbed her.”

“Your sister came to me. I didn’t grab her.

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