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Chapter 6

They rode the property line the next day, and the fences were intact. What they found instead were tracks: riders who had driven a small group of cattle across the boundary and back again, carefully, deliberately, leaving just enough evidence to support Rawlins’s story. “Clever,” Gideon said, squatting to read the sign. “Make it look like our negligence. Give the courts a reason to call us liars when we complain.”

“Thomas always said Beaumont was patient as a spider,” Eleanor said.

“Then we learn to be patient as something that eats spiders.”

They spent the afternoon repairing a few weak stretches of fence — more to show the complaint had been taken seriously than from any real need — and as they worked, Eleanor watched Gideon handle the tools, saw what she had been seeing all week and refusing to name: a man settling into this place the way a key settles into a lock worn to its exact shape.

That night Gideon moved his bedroll into the main room and laid it across the threshold, between the door and the hallway that led to the bedrooms. “If trouble comes knocking, it finds me first,” he said, and would not be argued with.

Cami, sensing the weight in the house despite their efforts to keep it light, was slow to settle. “Papa, are the bad men coming back?”

“Maybe. But you don’t need to worry about that.”

“Why not?”

He smoothed the hair back from her face. “Because that’s my job. Your job is to sleep tight and dream about horses.” He paused. “And maybe kittens.”

“What about Mrs. Vance? Will you protect her, too?”

“I’ll protect everyone in this house.”

She considered this with the ferocious gravity of a seven-year-old. “Good. Because I think she’s our family now.” And then, before he could answer: “Mama said hearts get bigger with more people to love. Not smaller.”

From the hallway came the quick, barely-there intake of a held breath. Eleanor, passing with an armload of towels, stood frozen just out of sight, the words going through her like arrows through paper.

“Make you say that, sunshine?” Gideon said, when he could trust his voice.

“She takes care of us. We take care of her. That’s what families do.” Cami yawned enormously. “Mama would understand.”

After she had fallen asleep, Gideon found Eleanor at the window, tears tracking silent paths down her cheeks, and she did not turn when he came close. “She’s right, you know,” she whispered. “Somewhere between that first knock and this hour, you both became — essential. And I’ve been so afraid.” Her voice broke, caught itself. “Afraid of dishonoring Thomas by letting the world back in. He always said I had too much love for one person, that it would have to find somewhere to go.”

“Eleanor.”

“Let me finish.” She turned finally, and her eyes were bright and unshakable. “I think he’d hate me alone more than anything else. He’d hate this house going dark, these fences coming down, this land falling into the hands of a man who takes things other men built. I think — I think he’d want me to live.”

Gideon crossed to her and cupped her face with careful, calloused hands, thumbing the tears away one by one. “We’re a matched set, you and I. Two people trying to figure out how to be alive again after being hollowed out.” He said it the way you say a thing you have practiced in the dark for a long time. “Maybe we figure it out together.”

“Even with Beaumont and his threats?”

“Especially with that. Nothing worth having comes easy out here.”

She leaned into his hands. “Promise me something. Whatever happens — Cami goes first. She’s the only innocent one in all of this.”

“I promise. And I’m going to protect you both, or die trying.”

“Don’t you dare die.” Her voice was fierce as a blade. “Don’t you dare leave us now that we’ve found you.”

He pulled her close, and she came willingly, fitting against him the way a wind-fallen fence post fits back into its notch — not perfectly, but with the sense of a thing returned to where it belongs. They stood together in the lamplight, drawing strength from each other, while outside the wind carried the scent of coming snow and the promise of harder days.

In the corner, the Winchester leaned against the wall, and for the first time in six months, Eleanor looked at it and did not see her own funeral in its gleam. Whatever Beaumont sent their way, they would face it as three, not one. And that, she was beginning to understand, changed the arithmetic of everything.

In the barn, a kitten mewed in her nest. Cami smiled in her sleep. And in the main room, two wounded souls held each other and began, tentatively, to believe that they had found their way home. She did not know the danger yet — could not have known it was already moving through the night toward them like weather. All she knew, standing there with her heart beating against a stranger’s chest, was that she had stopped being afraid of the dark. And that was the most dangerous thing of all.