Page 5 of Montana Lawman Rescuer
Mikey repeated each word.
The outer door squeaked, and young Clarence poked his head in. Clarence often helped Jesse. “Didn’t see anyone waiting for the stagecoach. Asked at the store and the hotel.”
“Thanks.” Why was no one waiting for her? What had brought her to town?
He jerked toward the inner door as it opened.
“Mikey, can you read the book by yourself while I talk to the sheriff?” the doctor asked.
“’Kay.”
Jesse rose, transferred the boy to the chair, settled him with the book, and then followed the doctor into the examining room. “Is she all right?” he asked.
Doc Baker nodded. “A concussion is the only injury I found. It’s responsible for her loss of memory.”
Emily looked ready to cry, and Jesse went to her side. He didn’t reach for her hand. He had no right. But she took his and squeezed with a strength that surprised him.
“What if I don’t remember?” Her voice shook with tension.
“Now don’t you worry, miss. You’ve been in an accident. You’ve banged your head. Your memory will return in its own good time. Don’t push it or fret. That only interferes with healing.”
Her grip tightened. Jesse squeezed back.
“What’s going to happen to me? To him?” She nodded toward the room where Mikey waited. “If he’s my son, wouldn’t I remember? But if he’s not, then why do I have him with me?”
Doc patted her hand. “You aren’t wearing a wedding ring, so I would think you’re unmarried. As to who Mikey is to you...well, there could be any number of explanations. Perhaps he’s a nephew or the child of a friend you planned to meet.”
Jesse could have informed the doctor that he didn’t sound at all convincing.
“But what are we to do?” Emily wailed.
“I’ll take you home to my grandmother.” Jesse had already told her that, but perhaps she hadn’t thought he meant it. Or had she forgotten that, too?
“There you go.” Doc stepped back, his job done. “Mrs. Whitley will take good care of you. As will Jesse.” Doc gave Jesse a look that informed him he better do so.
“I sure will.” It was all he could do not to wrap his arm around her shoulders and hold her tight. Her situation made him feel protective. “It’s my job.”
He helped Emily to her feet. In the waiting room, he scooped Mikey into one arm. As they stepped outside, he offered his elbow to Emily, and she clung to it. Whether out of fear of her unknown future or out of lingering dizziness, he couldn’t say. In either case, he meant to make sure she was okay before he let her out of his sight.
She shivered, and he pulled her tighter to his side. Then he realized she shivered from cold, not concern. Dark, rain-filled clouds scudded across the sky.
If he didn’t get back to the stagecoach before the rain came, any trail the thieves had left would be washed away.
But he couldn’t go until he had Emily and Mikey in his grandmother’s care.
The wind picked up in velocity. The sky darkened. He hurried them toward home. He reached the gate and nudged it open.
Emily held back, studying the house.
He followed the direction of her troubled gaze. “The house is twelve years old. It was built when old Mr. Marshall started Bella Creek so people wouldn’t have to live in the rough mining town of Wolf Hollow if they didn’t want to.” His home was two stories. Four bedrooms upstairs. The main floor had a room used for Grandmother’s seamstress business, as well as a welcoming kitchen and a cozy living room. At least, that’s how he viewed them.
“Come on. I’ll introduce you to my grandmother.” He put Mikey down and held out his hand to invite her to join him.
She held back. “She doesn’t know me.” Her eyes came to him. “I don’t know me. Maybe I’m someone you wouldn’t want to know. Maybe I’ve done something wrong.”
“Have you?” Maybe the direct approach would unlock her memories.
She held his gaze for a moment, then her eyes darkened. “I—I think—” She shook her head.
