a few nights ago.”
He clicked his tongue in disapproval.
Unaffected, she continued. “I came to offer you a proposition. To pay you to take me along.” Her mouth parted with a silent plea. He had to say yes for her world to regain its balance.
“Absolutely not. I’ll pass on your proposition. This is a personal leave and a difficult seven-day journey. Ask at the livery stables if you want to hire a guide.”
The fluttering in her stomach tightened. Desperation trembled in her voice. “I already have but they’ve got two men out on trail and only one left. He leers at me and I just couldn’t spend an entire week…Even though I’d bring a chaperon. You know our family’s butler, Mr. Merriweather.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.” Travis stalked down the middle of the stalls, ducking buckets and workmen. Horses’ heads turned to watch him as he passed. “Ask at the big hotel. They hire out to travelers and tourists.”
She raced behind him, barely keeping up with his long stride. She’d worn her best dress to make a favorable impression, a shimmering linen with dancing blue flowers, but now felt like a silly child tagging behind.
He glanced to his left at a groom brushing the coat of a splendid Clydesdale, then stepped into the stall. Travis took the brush and demonstrated. “Press harder. You’ve got to put muscle behind it. You’re grooming not only the coat, but you’re massaging the muscles beneath. The mare enjoys it.”
“Yes, sir.”
Travis’s caressing hands worked over the horse. His hands were soiled and massive. Dirt streaked his palms, gilded the hairs on his knuckles, yet there was something pleasant and mesmerizing in watching him. He came from a working-class family of three rough-and-tumble brothers—with one younger sister—while Jessica came from a quiet political family of two daughters. Watching Travis’s transfixed gaze, it was obvious to her how much he cared for these animals. Anyone who fell beneath his masterful touch would feel adored and needed.
“Officer Reid?” called another man. “The palomino in the corner is coughing.”
Travis reared his head. “When did that start?”
“About an hour ago.”
“Any other horses coughing?”
“No.”
“Take him to the smaller barn and isolate him immediately. I’ll take a look as soon as I’m done here. Only light exercise for the next three days.”
“Yes, sir.”
Travis came out of the stall and she leaped forward to appeal to him once more, but a movement on the straw floor caught her eye. The tawny kitten peered up at her. She laughed softly. “Watch out, you’ll get trampled.” She lifted him. “Are you following me?”
The kitten meowed and she was snared. “It’s a sign we’re meant to be together.” Her pulse rushed with eagerness. She blurted to the stable boy passing by, “Is he for sale?”
Travis groaned.
“He’s still too young to be separated from his mother,” replied the youth. “Won’t be ready for a coupla weeks.”
She gulped at the comment. “I wouldn’t want to separate him from his mother. But when he’s ready, may I buy him?”
“I reckon you could have him,” said the boy, taking the kitten from her. “I’ll save him for you.”
Jessica smiled. She hadn’t felt this sense of happiness in a long while.
Travis shook his head and the gentleness in him evaporated, replaced by ice. “Still trying to buy the pretty things that attract your eye.”
Travis had no right to be rude. “It’s not for me—” She stopped herself.
“Goodbye, Jessica.” Two hundred pounds of power and brawn pivoted away from her.
“Wait!” She chased after him. “There’s no guide at the big hotel as qualified as you. And now that my father has discovered my plans, he won’t let me go unless I’m escorted by a Mountie. Devil’s Gorge isn’t a light jaunt into the mountains and no one seems eager to go.”
He spun around. “Then why do you?”
She had prepared for the question for days, but it still prickled her skin. “I’m trying to locate Dr…. Finch.”
Travis frowned. “I know him. He’s been through here before. He’s helped a lot of folks.”
Helped was not the right word. “I’ve—I’ve been tracing him for the last year and a half and I hear he has a base in Devil’s Gorge.”
“I thought he set up his practice on the West Coast, north of Vancouver.”
Is that what the Mounties thought? She fumbled with her drawstring purse. “But I heard it from someone in Montreal, and another source since.”
“At the charm school?”
She looked away and nodded.
“Why are you looking for him?”
“I’m writing an article on doctors for the Pacific Medical Journal.” On quacks and charlatans.
He assessed her. “You’re a medical journalist?”
She nodded.
“Why would you need to work?”
“I enjoy it. It’s something I’m good at, and…I’m needed.”
He pondered that for a moment.
“It’s an interest I began in Montreal. I’m still learning, but they’ve published three articles already.”
Dr. Finch had hurt a lot of people. She believed he’d gone by another name in Montreal—by Dr. King. When she found him, she’d expose him and Travis could jail him.
The blue in Travis’s eyes deepened, as if he couldn’t quite believe she was no longer solely occupied with ball gowns and fancy dinner shows. “And I imagine by speaking to him, you could write a better article, perhaps land an interview and a better paycheck.”
There was always a monetary bonus to getting an interview with any subject, but she’d fight her way to Dr. Finch for no money.
“I told you,” he said. “The only thing I want on my leave is to be left alone.”
He stalked past her. The stall boards rose to just above his waist level, but met her at shoulder height.
“I know you’re delivering your horses. You’re selling your three prize broodmares to a buyer who will be meeting you there.”
He stopped and faced her.
“The superintendent told me. Why are you selling them so far away? I would think there’d be plenty of buyers here.”
“I did sell them here when the buyer was visiting, but he lives there. And it’s as far away as possible, which is fine with me.”
She didn’t understand his answer. “Why?”
“That’s no one’s affair but my own.”
“I thought breeding horses was…You seem so good at what you do. You seem to love—”
“It’s no one’s affair but—”
“Your own,” she finished. “Listen, I’m prepared to pay you as my part of the bargain. Lots.”
He walked away.
“One hundred dollars,” she shouted after him. “And another hundred on safe delivery!”
He turned toward her, his eyes misty. “It’s always about money with you people, isn’t it?”
Her