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was going to run it out to the ranch.”

      Ethan rubbed the back of his neck. Who the hell would be sending him a telegram? Jenna. It had to be his kid sister. He wondered what kind of scrape she’d gotten into now. It seemed that was the only time he heard from her anymore.

      “I told him he’d have to leave it with Sam. I figured you’re still living out at the caretaker’s shack.”

      “Thanks, Simon.” Ethan had known the older man a long time. They’d met near Miller’s Creek when Ethan and Sam were only six. Simon had taught them how to swim. Ethan knew Simon would respect his desire not to have Billy Bob Simms or anyone else nosing anywhere near the shack.

      “Can’t swear he’ll listen. I heard he’s bucking for a job at the Double S.”

      “Things are slow this time of year. I doubt Sam needs an extra hand.” Even though Ethan owned the place, he rarely interfered with the way Sam ran things. He preferred mending fences, herding strays, preserving his solitude. “How’s Martha doing?”

      “Complaining about her arthritis in one breath, and that I don’t take her anywhere in the other. Women. If I live to be a hundred, I’ll never understand ’em.”

      “Yeah, I know what you mean.” Ethan stooped to pick up a plastic snowman that had fallen off the counter. He stuck it next to the Santa sitting in the middle of the cotton snow, then headed toward the door. “Tell her I said to take care of herself.”

      “Ethan?”

      Reluctantly he stopped at the door, wishing like hell he hadn’t come to town today. Thirty years of friendship made him turn around. “Yeah?”

      “Martha keeps asking when you’re coming to dinner.”

      He exhaled slowly. “I’ve been pretty busy lately….”

      “You gotta be taking Christmas off. She roasts a mean goose.”

      “I don’t think—”

      “She serves it with her homemade cranberry sauce. That took the County Fair blue ribbon three years in a row.”

      Ethan half smiled. “I’ll think about it.”

      “You do that.” Their gazes met, understanding and sympathy in Simon’s eyes. Ethan had to look away. “There won’t be anyone there but us, and of course, Sam’s invited, too.”

      “Thanks, Simon, I’ll let you know.” Ethan opened the door and stepped outside, grateful for the brisk winter air.

      He inhaled a lungful, then turned up the collar of his jacket in deference to the chill nipping at his neck. No way would he go to the Whitefeathers’ house for Christmas. Holidays were still too painful. Emily should have been here sharing them with him, having his children, growing old with him. Not buried under six feet of cold ground.

      He swallowed and adjusted his Stetson before heading toward Manny’s store. After Ethan picked up several month’s supply of canned goods and toiletries, he’d have to go find out about that telegram. He doubted Sam had it. If he did, he would have run it over to Ethan right away. Sam was a lot more than his foreman, he was the best friend a man could have.

      Just outside Manny’s, Billy Bob hollered Ethan’s name, then ran across the street, nearly getting run over by a white Jeep Wrangler.

      He waved an envelope. “I saw your truck. Figured I’d catch up with you sooner or later. I got a telegram here for you from Jenny.” He handed it to Ethan, then dragged his sleeve across his red, runny nose. “What is it she’s calling herself these days?”

      “Jenna.” Ethan started to tear open the telegram, then frowned at Billy Bob, whose gaze was glued to the envelope. Ethan dug into his pocket, came up with a five-dollar bill and put it in Billy’s hand. “Thanks, kid.”

      “Gee, thank you, Mr. Slade.” He waited for Ethan to open it.

      “Don’t you have something else to do?”

      The young man’s eyes lifted to Ethan’s expressionless face and widened slightly. “Yeah, sure.” Billy Bob took a step back and shrugged. “If you wanna answer it, I guess you’ll let me know.”

      “I reckon I will.” He didn’t go back to tearing the envelope until Billy turned to leave.

      “Oh, Mr. Slade?”

      Ethan looked up.

      “They just opened one of those big supermarkets over in Andersonville,” Billy said, with a small sheepish smile. “My mom tells me they have a real nice floral section year round. You know, for…when…”

      Ethan stiffened slightly. “I appreciate you letting me know.”

      “No problem.” The young man met Ethan’s eyes for a moment, then he shoved his hands in his pockets and shuffled away.

      “Hey, Billy.”

      He turned. “Yeah?”

      “If you’re needing a part-time job, go see Sam. Tell him I sent you.”

      “Gee, thanks, Mr. Slade.”

      Ethan nodded, then headed down the opposite end of the sidewalk while he fished the telegram out of the envelope. He stopped suddenly and stared at his sister’s message in stunned disbelief.

      Even the rousing chorus of Deck the Halls coming from Manny’s store couldn’t drown out Ethan’s involuntary curse.

      SARA CONROY zipped the front of her daughter’s jacket, then adjusted Misty’s thick wool scarf to make sure her neck was covered.

      “It’s not cold enough to wear all this stuff, Mom.” Misty scowled as she tried to loosen the scarf.

      “It will be once we get outside.” Silently, Sara agreed. The weather wasn’t cold enough yet to warrant wool, but she’d expected milder New Mexico to have colder weather. Besides, she’d brought precious few clothes, only what she’d been able to sneak out of the house, and the scarf would have to do.

      “Can’t I just put it on later if I need it?”

      Sara looked into her five-year-old’s pleading blue eyes and relented. A little nippy air wasn’t going to harm Misty. Especially not after what Sara had put the child through in the past month. “Okay, but if I say it’s too cold, you put it on immediately with no argument.”

      Misty grinned and yanked off the scarf.

      When she tossed it on the bed, Sara gathered it up before letting them out of the small motel room and making sure the rickety lock had engaged behind them. The motel she’d chosen was rundown and shabby, but it seemed safe enough, especially in a small town like Sedina. Anyway, it wasn’t fear of strangers that kept her looking over her shoulder, or double-checking locks.

      She took Misty’s hand as they walked the short distance to town, hoping that the apple and cheese and crackers she’d given her daughter for lunch would stay with her until they returned. Until Sara got a job and padded their meager nest egg, there’d be no more restaurant meals for them.

      After two attempts to get Misty to talk, they ended up making the five-minute walk in silence. Although her daughter had always been a shy quiet child, Sara had noticed an increased withdrawal since they’d left Dallas, and she tried not to push.

      It was difficult, though, because even while she knew they’d done the right thing by leaving, she felt horrible guilt. Especially when Misty’s eyes lit up when they passed store windows, displaying all the latest toys for Christmas. There was no way Sara would be able to afford the kind of lavish Christmas Misty was used to, and if no one answered Sara’s ad soon, they could very well be spending Christmas morning in the train station.

      Shivering at the thought, she hurried them toward Della’s House of Beauty and one of two bulletin boards where she’d placed her ad. She stared in dismay. Below the neatly printed offer of holiday housecleaning,

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