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I’d be happy to draw you a map.”

      “Thank you, but no,” Catherine said. “I’ll only be here for a few days until I can go through Grannie’s things.”

      Luke had remained silent through most of the proceedings, but the thought of her staying up here alone bothered him.

      “I don’t think that’s wise,” he said abruptly.

      Catherine turned. Her voice took on a sharp, angry edge. “Why? Because the people of Camarune might not like it?”

      He flushed. “No, ma’am. That’s not what I meant at all. There has been a rash of thefts in the area, and this place is too isolated to be safe for a woman alone.”

      “No one is going to bother the witch’s cabin or anyone in it, remember?”

      The sarcastic tone of her voice was impossible to miss, but before Luke could respond, Abram Hollis intervened.

      “She’ll be safe,” he said shortly. “Me and mine will see to it.”

      “I don’t need baby-sitters,” Catherine said, including the Hollis men in her answer. “And just so you understand, city living is far more dangerous than this place is, and I’ve been taking care of myself there just fine. I appreciate your concerns, but I’m staying, and that’s that.”

      Abram accepted her decision far better than Luke. Once again, he touched Catherine’s arm as he had when they met.

      “As you know, we’ve been staying in the house a couple of times a year during hunting season, so it’s not too run-down. But me and the boys touched the place up a bit while we were waiting for you, and my Polly sent you some supper. And I had the power turned on in the cabin, so the necessary is working.”

      Catherine’s smile was bittersweet. The necessary, meaning the bathroom, was a word Grannie had used all her life. Now she knew where it came from.

      “Again, Abram Hollis, I thank you.”

      He nodded. “We’ll be going now. Boys, go get your sacks. We’ve got a ways to go before dark.”

      The three men headed toward the front of the house, returning moments later with large, bulging gunnysacks thrown over their shoulders.

      Again Luke thought of the thefts, and even though it might be bad manners to ask, he had a duty he couldn’t ignore.

      “What’s in the sacks?” Beside him, he heard Catherine take a deep breath.

      Abram Hollis turned, fixing him with a cool, blank stare.

      “That would be our harvest.”

      Luke’s thoughts slipped right into illegal drugs as his hand moved toward the pistol he wore on his hip.

      “What kind of harvest would that be?”

      Abram stiffened as his sons stopped in mid-step. It was Catherine’s intervention that eased the moment.

      “Abram, I’m sure the sheriff isn’t interested in poaching on your territory.”

      Luke frowned. “Poaching?”

      Catherine sighed. This had all been too easy. She should have expected something like this.

      “Grannie was a herbalist,” she said softly. “Not a witch. Abram has been harvesting Grannie’s crops and sharing in the profits for as long as I can remember.”

      “What kind of crops?” Luke asked, still thinking along the lines of illegal drugs.

      Abram took one of the sacks and dropped it at the sheriff’s feet. The top fell open, revealing a jumble of brown, tangled roots. Luke knelt, lifting one out into the light.

      At first glance it looked something like a sweet potato, but then he picked up another, then another, and the humanlike shapes of miniature arms and legs began to dawn.

      Ginseng.

      The crop was worth big money on the Asian markets, even in the raw.

      He dropped the roots back in the sack and then stood and offered his hand to Abram Hollis.

      “Sorry,” he said. “But in my line of work, a man can’t overlook the obvious.”

      Abram hesitated, then shook Luke’s hand. “No offense taken,” he said shortly.

      Within minutes, they were gone.

      Now Luke and Catherine were alone, and from the expression on her face, she was impatiently waiting for him to take his leave, too.

      “Is there anything I can carry into the cabin for you?”

      She hesitated, then nodded. “Yes, I suppose so,” she said. “I have a couple of boxes of groceries and my suitcase.”

      “Just show me where you want them,” he said, and let her lead the way.

      As they entered the cabin, once again he was struck by the fairy-tale quality of the place. It consisted of only two large rooms. One up. One down. But the inventiveness of the builder was evident. Minute nooks and crannies were filled with everything from jars of dried herbs to stacks and stacks of books. There wasn’t an inch of wasted space. The furniture was sturdy, but simple, and the quiet hum of an old refrigerator was the only sound within the room.

      Although Catherine was grateful for his help, she was anxious for him to leave. This was the place where Grannie had lived. She wanted to explore it in private.

      “Just put the stuff down anywhere,” she said quietly, then walked to the door, holding it ajar for him to exit so that there would be no misunderstanding as to her intent.

      Luke did as she asked, then turned, hesitating beside the table.

      “I wish you’d reconsider and—”

      “Thank you again for all you’ve done for me today.”

      Luke frowned. He was being dismissed, and there was little he could do. She was a grown woman, and it wasn’t against the law to be a fool.

      “You’re welcome, but if you don’t mind, I’ll stop in sometime tomorrow and make sure you’re all right.”

      An expression of relief came and went on Catherine’s face so quickly that Luke thought he’d imagined it.

      “There’s really no need,” she said, holding the door back a little further.

      He settled his Stetson a little more firmly. “On the contrary, Miss Fane. There is a need. Mine. I won’t rest easy tonight, thinking of you up here by yourself. At least do me the favor of shoving a chair underneath the damned doorknob before you go to bed.”

      Then he was gone, moving across the porch and then the yard in long, angry strides. He got into the borrowed truck, backed up and then drove away without looking back. Catherine had the feeling that he was angrier with himself for leaving her there than at her for insisting on staying.

      Then she forgot about the kindness of strangers as she turned around, for the first time letting herself into what was left of Annie Fane’s world.

      

      Catherine stared into the fire that she’d built in the fireplace, watching the voracious appetite of the flames as they consumed the dry logs that had been left on the hearth. Even though the night wasn’t all that cool, the fire lent a fake cheeriness to the room. But cheer was lacking in Catherine’s heart. Here, in the place where Annie had begun her life with the man she’d loved, Catherine had expected to find peace. Instead, she felt empty. The legacy of Annie’s love had not been enough to assuage the horror of Catherine’s birth.

      A log suddenly rolled against the back of the firewall, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney. Outside, a wind had come up, whining and moaning through the trees and shifting the walls in the old cabin just enough to give an occasional creak. But she wasn’t afraid of the dark, or of what lay beyond these walls. It was what festered

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