himself? Just by being here she pointed out things he didn’t want to admit.
Ruby had been making a visible effort to ingratiate herself. She had taken some pretty harsh news and done her best with it, all things considered. He couldn’t argue about her right to be here. He didn’t have to approve of what she’d done in the past.
When he thought about the situation like that, he went back over his decisions. What would Pearl want him to do? What would Laura expect? He extinguished the last lantern and looked toward the darkened house.
He owed it to Pearl to give Ruby a chance.
The following morning, she was awakened by Nash’s voice shouting up the stairs. “Ruby!”
“What did I do now?” she grumbled, climbing out of bed and tugging on a wrapper. She padded to the head of the staircase and looked down. “Good morning.”
He stood in the entryway, looking upward. “Dugger and I are ready to move furniture before we head out to check stock.”
She darted back the way she’d come. “I’ll be right down!”
She had no idea what had changed his mind, but she was thankful. A glance in the mirror made her laugh. Her hair had a life of its own, and mornings weren’t her best. She could only imagine what Nash had thought.
She pulled on one of her mother’s brown skirts and a lightweight shirtwaist, found her shoes and tugged her obstinate hair into a tail.
Dugger handed her a cup of coffee as she landed at the bottom of the staircase. “Nash made a pot. Didn’t know if you like it sweet or not, so it’s black.”
She noted the front door had been propped open with a length of wood. “Black is perfect, thank you.”
She blew on the steaming cup, took a sip and steadied the coffee as she followed him to the parlor.
“How many rooms do you want to do?” Nash asked. “We can carry out the dining room furniture, too, if you like.”
“I would appreciate that. I’ll go take dishes out of the china cabinet.”
He nodded and set to work. Within forty-five minutes, two rooms of furniture had been moved to the porch and the front yard. Her mother’s dishes sat in neat stacks along one wall of the hallway.
“Is there a wagon I can use to bring supplies from town?” Ruby asked Nash before he could leave. “I’ll hitch up my own horse.”
He gave her a hesitant nod. “I’ll move the buckboard out where you can get to it. Might want to introduce your mare to the big bay in the corral. He’s good as the other half of a team. Doesn’t spook easily.”
Because Pearl’s death had occurred when a wagon turned over, Ruby’s question probably stirred up those memories.
“What’s his name?”
Nash gave her a surprised look. “Boone.”
“Thanks.”
He nodded, and he and Dugger headed out.
All morning, Ruby scrubbed and dusted and polished windows. While the wax dried on the floors, she washed up, changed into clean clothing and headed for town. She would much rather have saddled the Duchess and ridden her, but that left the problem of getting things back to the farm. Ranch, she corrected herself.
Fences were in good condition, and the horses in corrals were handsome and healthy. She could see the results of Nash’s hard work everywhere.
Butterflies attacked her stomach as she reached the outskirts of town. She hadn’t been this nervous about going home. There would be a lot of people who remembered her from years ago, and most folks had known her mother and Pearl. As far as Crosby was concerned, Ruby already had a reputation.
One other buckboard sat in front of the mercantile, so she stopped behind it. The bell over the door rang as she entered the store.
“Be right with you!” a man called.
A combination of smells assailed her senses, bringing back vivid memories. Coffee, kerosene, leather and brine combined to transport her to her childhood, when she’d stand beside her mother as Laura made her meager purchases.
Two women, one older, one younger, stood browsing through fabric bolts. Ruby gave the mature one a smile when she looked her way.
“Ruby? Ruby Dearing?” the woman asked.
Ruby nodded, trying to place the face.
The younger one turned at her mother’s exclamation. Ruby did recognize her. “Audra Harper?”
“It’s Reed now, but yes, it’s me.” She laid down the fabric she’d been holding and walked toward Ruby. Her gaze traveled over the skirt that had been Ruby’s mother’s and over her barely restrained hair. “You’re the last person I ever expected to see shopping in the mercantile today.”
Ruby still wasn’t sure of Audra’s reaction to her presence. “I got here evening before last.”
“Do you remember my mother, Ettie?”
“Of course. Nice to see you, Mrs. Harper.”
“Well, I am surprised to see you after all this time,” Ettie said. “How long has it been? Seven years? Eight?”
“About that,” Ruby replied with a nod.
Ettie gave her a sideways look. “Some of us thought we’d see you at your sister’s funeral. Or your mother’s.”
Ruby fished in the pocket of her skirt and pulled out her list. “I didn’t know of their deaths until two nights ago.”
“Shame to lose them both like that,” Ettie said, but Ruby didn’t hear much sympathy in her tone. “Your mother was a wonderful, God-fearing woman. She never missed a Sunday service until she was too weak to ride into town.”
“She always did set store by going to church,” Ruby said simply.
The white-haired man Ruby identified as Edwin Brubeker had finished with his last customer, and now stood listening with interest. She turned and acknowledged him. “Hello, Mr. Brubeker.”
“Hello, Ruby. I would have recognized you anywhere. You haven’t changed a bit, and you strongly resemble your sister.”
“Pearl’s hair didn’t look like that,” Ettie interjected.
“And you’re taller, aren’t you?” Audra asked curiously.
“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t seen her since she was thirteen or fourteen.”
“You’re definitely taller,” Audra assured her, as though it was important that Ruby know.
Wanting to escape their scrutiny now, Ruby handed her list to Mr. Brubeker. “I’ll look around a bit while you put my order together.” She dismissed the women with a brief, “I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again soon,” and headed for a wall of goods in the opposite direction. She stood looking at small kegs of nails and rows of tools as though they were of extreme interest. She’d wanted a hammer just that morning, so she selected one and carried it to the counter, avoiding meeting anyone’s eyes.
After she’d picked out a few more items, the store owner had her order ready. “On the Lazy S’s bill?” he asked.
Nash hadn’t said anything about paying for supplies, and she hadn’t thought about it. The least she could do was supply these things. “I’ll pay now.”
Mr. Brubeker’s white eyebrows rose. He looked at the cash she placed on the counter. “My grandson will load the wagon.”
“Thank you.” Audra and Ettie