ballroom.” Jude leveled him with a serious gaze. “Or you’ll be on your way out.”
The men grumbled their agreement and walked toward the ballroom.
“How many friends did you invite?” Elizabeth asked Jude.
“A few dozen or so.” He offered his arm to her. “Shall we?”
She gingerly wrapped her hand around his arm and he tried not to notice how good she smelled.
“I don’t know about you,” Grace said as she smoothed the front of her green gown, “but I’m beyond excited to dance again.”
Elizabeth wiggled her fingers just enough for Jude to notice. “Me, too.”
He hadn’t kept track of how many men had entered the hotel—and he was surprised to find at least eighty standing before them when they entered the ballroom.
Already, the fiddle and mouth organ were being put to use, but no one was dancing. How could they? There were no other women in the room.
Another catcall filled the ballroom, followed by whistles and shouts of approval.
Elizabeth tensed at his side and her hand gripped his arm tighter. “This is what you call a few friends?”
He grinned. “I have more.”
She glanced up at him and smiled at his joke.
“Gentlemen,” Jude called, putting up his free hand.
The room quieted as eager eyes roamed the women from head to toe.
“I would like to present to you Clarence Bell’s daughters, Miss Elizabeth and Miss Grace.” Jude indicated each woman. “They have just arrived in Little Falls and will be living and working here at the hotel. They are here to enjoy an evening of visiting and dancing. As you can see, there are only two ladies and far too many men—”
“I’ll say,” said a man in the back and the group broke out in laughter.
“So you won’t all get a chance to dance,” Jude continued. “Be gentlemen and don’t forget your manners.”
Jude nodded toward the stage and met the fiddler’s gaze.
The music started up again and the men swarmed around the ladies. Jude extracted his arm from Elizabeth’s grip and took a step away.
Her gaze found his and he smiled, satisfied that his job was done for the moment. “Have fun.”
“Where is Reverend Lahaye?” she asked over the din.
It pleased Jude to know she had remembered Ben. Of all the men Jude knew, Ben was the most worthy of her attention. Jude looked around the room and spotted Ben near the mirror, not pushing or demanding attention.
Just like Ben.
For once, he’d like his friend to be a little more aggressive. Maybe he’d have a wife by now if he was.
“He’s over there,” Jude said to Elizabeth.
“What?” Elizabeth mouthed—it was too loud for him to hear the word.
Without thinking, Jude took her hand and began to tug her out of the crowd.
She maneuvered through the throng. Her hand was warm beneath her glove. When they were beyond the thick of it, she stood close and smiled up at him. “What did you say?”
Jude was so taken with her smile, he couldn’t think for a moment. “I don’t remember.”
Her smile slowly faded as she became serious. “I asked if Reverend Lahaye is here.”
“Oh.” Jude pulled his gaze from hers and pointed across the room. “He’s being inconspicuous by the mirrors.”
At that moment Ben noticed them and left his sanctuary.
“Where are the women?” Elizabeth asked as they waited for Ben.
He hadn’t even thought to invite other women. His only concern had been to get the single men in the door.
“There you are,” Jude said to Ben. “Elizabeth has been looking for you.”
She pulled away from Jude’s hand and shook Ben’s.
Jude’s skin was hot where she had touched him—but it cooled considerably as she gave her full attention to his friend.
“I’ve been looking forward to our dance,” she said warmly.
Ben grinned down at her. “I hope I’m not too rusty.”
They moved away without another word to Jude, their heads bent toward each other as they laughed and took their place on the dance floor.
Jude was soon joined by dozens of men who were forced to watch the ladies waltz with other partners. The dance floor cleared off and the music began in earnest, but Jude’s temporary victory over Elizabeth and Ben diminished when he spotted Grace and her dance partner.
Hugh Jones, one of the most notorious desperadoes in Little Falls, held Grace as if he already had claimed her—and perhaps he had. Several break-ins and fights had been attributed to his gang, but the citizens were helpless to stop them—just as the other men were helpless to stop him from dancing with Grace now.
Sheriff Pugh was rumored to be one of the desperadoes and he didn’t bother to enforce the law. Judge Barnum tried to hold them accountable, but without the support of the sheriff, it was pointless.
The gang members rarely showed their faces in the Northern, but they were frequent customers at Dew’s place, a brothel and saloon south of town, near the river.
Why had Hugh come? Was it simple curiosity to meet the Bell sisters? Or was he looking for trouble?
Hugh’s cronies peppered the edge of the dance floor, waiting for their turn to dance with Elizabeth and Grace. They would have to contend with over eighty prospective grooms who stood nearby—not to mention Jude, who suddenly felt a deep responsibility to make sure Clarence’s daughters married well.
Elizabeth rubbed her temples as she squinted at the ledger and put in the appropriate numbers from a receipt. A soft breeze blew in through the open window of her sitting room and ruffled the green pages of the book.
She had wanted to work on the books yesterday, but getting ready for the dance had prevented her from finding the time. Now, hours after they had come home from church and finished the lunch dishes, she was in her room working to balance their accounts and fix all the errors Jude had made in the past month. She didn’t like to work on Sundays, but she was eager to get a better understanding of the business.
Memories of the previous evening made her smile when she recalled all the fun she’d had dancing. Ben had proven to be an entertaining partner and she’d enjoyed their one dance, but the others had been just as eager to please her.
Jude had stood on the outer circle of the dance floor all evening and watched. Not once had he approached her to dance and it had disappointed her more than it should. The one sour note in her evening had been the inordinate amount of time Grace had spent with a gentleman named Hugh Jones. He had monopolized her time and Grace had allowed it.
The clock chimed three times. She should go down and help Martha with supper preparations, but for some reason spending time in the ledger, adding and subtracting from the figures her father had entered, made her feel close to him. It had been years since she’d felt any sort of bond to the man who had walked out of their lives and left her to pick up the pieces.
She looked back at the last column she’d added and paused when a strange noise filled the air from outside. It sounded like a drum—yet it was playing a beat she’d never heard before.
Elizabeth stood and walked to the