"You taught me what it was to be loved, and how to recognize it."

Thinking of Jessie, Kate struggled to keep her worry at bay. It was late afternoon, and with each passing minute, her concern grew. Hoping to occupy her mind, she said, "I'm going to walk into town and visit Father. If Jessie should arrive before I return, will you send her down for me?"

Martha nodded. "And when your Jessie arrives, regardless of the time, I expect you both to stay for dinner."

Touched, Kate said, "Thank you. I'll be home soon."

"Be careful."

Kate recalled the previous evening and her brief encounter with Phineas Drake. Although she hadn't actually been frightened, she wasn't foolish enough to think that there was no danger to a woman alone. "You needn't worry. I plan to be."

v Kate set her teacup aside and swiveled on the settee to face Mae.

Since she had found her father busy completing an editorial on the controversy surrounding the use of "barbed wire" on the open range, it had seemed a perfect opportunity to visit. "I want to be able to protect myself from the likes of Phineas Drake when I'm going about town unescorted."

"I'd say that's very smart." At 4 p.m., Mae was not yet dressed for the evening in her silk finery, but wore a smart, simple dark blue linen dress and matching shoes. The neckline, although scooped, was modest compared to her working attire. She sipped her tea, her expression contemplative. "You know, some would see a woman walking about alone as an invitation for trouble."

"I know that, but I can hardly let such ridiculous notions make me a prisoner. Jessie is often out on the range all day, and unless I want to remain at home alone, I'll have to be free to move about independently."

"Have you talked to Jessie about this?" Mae asked, one eyebrow quirked in anticipation of Kate's response. She smiled faintly when she was not disappointed.

Kate sat up straighter, a frown forming between her brilliant dark eyes. "I certainly hope you're not going to start sounding like my mother."

"Heavens, save me from that!"

"I'm not in the habit of asking Jessie's permission to come and go, nor would she--"

"Lord, I know that by now." Laughing, Mae set her tea aside. "But I expect she'll have something to say about you gallivanting around the countryside on your own." Her expression grew serious. "And truth be told, Kate, it is dangerous. Not just out on the range, but here in town, too."

"I know that, and I don't intend to do anything foolish. But if Vance and Jessie can--"

"Things are different for them--"

"Why?" Agitated, Kate paced to the window that overlooked the street, watching the people, mostly men, come and go. She spun back.

"Because they wear pants and carry guns?"

"Well, yes. Mostly."

"Well, as much as I like the way they both look in them, I'm not planning on wearing pants just so I won't be bothered when I walk down the street." She grinned. "The gun, however, is another matter."

"Well, I won't say I've never seen a woman in a dress carrying a sidearm," Mae said, walking to her bureau. She opened the top drawer and withdrew a pearl-handled Derringer, the twin to the one she carried.

She held it out to Kate. "But this is much less likely to draw attention, and that's what you want."

Kate took it and examined it enthusiastically. It felt wonderful in her hand, smooth and substantial. It made her feel stronger, and even more importantly, it made her feel free. "Will you show me how to use it? I've only ever shot the Winchester."

"Come here," Mae said, returning to the settee. "First, let me show you how to load it."

Kate was an apt student and within a few moments had grasped the mechanics of how to load and fire the weapon. "Oh, I want to go outside right now and find something to shoot at."

"Well, we could most likely go downstairs to the saloon and find you a target or two."

Kate's reply was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Hold on, let me see who wants something now," Mae said, rising with a sigh. Her expression of annoyance changed to one of pleasure when she opened the door and saw Vance. "Hello. You're early." She indicated her dress. "And I'm unprepared."

"You look lovely, as always," Vance said. She looked past Mae and smiled at Kate. "Good afternoon."

Hastily, Kate began gathering her things. "I should be leaving."

"No, I'm interrupting," Vance said, taking a step back. "I merely stopped to say that I was going to look in on Lettie."

"We've been keeping her in bed, just like you said," Mae informed her.

"Good. Well, I'll just see to her, then."

"Do you need any help?" Mae asked quietly.

"I can manage, thank you," Vance replied gently. "But Lettie might like it if you were there."

"Of course. I'll be right--"

Annie came out of a room across the hall and hurried to Mae's door. "Mae, Sophie says her best black shoes are missing, and I think someone's been going through our things."

"All right," Mae said, "I'll be there in a few minutes."

Kate touched Mae's shoulder. "I can go with Vance, Mae, if you want to see what that's all about."

"I'd better, before they start accusing one another of stealing each other's things. Probably some visitor decided to make a present of those shoes to his wife and stuffed them in his saddle bag."

Mae disappeared into Sophie's room as Vance and Kate went down the hall.

"I've been meaning to ask Caleb who the midwife is in town,"

Vance said. "Would you happen to know?"

Kate frowned. "As far as I know, there isn't one."

"Really?" Vance stopped outside Lettie's door. "With a population this size, I would imagine there are quite a few births. That must mean a great number of women are delivering without any trained assistants, since I'm sure Caleb can't see to all of them."

"I never thought of that," Kate murmured. "Back in Boston, such things really weren't discussed very much. They just seemed to...

happen."

Vance laughed softly. "Yes, conception and the practical aspects of delivery do tend to remain a mystery in polite society. But I can assure you, very few women would attempt delivery without a midwife present."

"What is it, exactly, that the midwife does?"

Leaning a shoulder against the wall, Vance said, "Well, in the early stages, the midwife monitors the progression of the pregnancy, checking on the general health of the mother and things of that nature.

Closer to delivery, she performs the routine examinations to judge the position of the child and determines whether everything is on schedule.

Then of course, during the delivery, she aids the mother up to and through the time of birth."

"It sounds very important."

"Oh, it is. Most physicians never arrive for the delivery until almost the last minute. The midwives perform an invaluable service."

Vance straightened. "Let's go see Lettie."

Once in the room, Kate watched closely as Vance questioned the young girl as to her health and carefully examined her abdomen.

Occasionally, Kate would ask a question which Vance answered thoroughly and unhurriedly.

"Here," Vance said, reaching for Kate's hand. She drew it to Lettie's belly and covered Kate's fingers with hers. Pressing lightly on Kate's fingers she said, "Feel here. That's the head."

Kate held her breath, trying to see through her fingertips as Vance slowly moved her hand over Lettie's pregnant abdomen.

"And here, that's probably the baby's rump."

"Oh," Kate gasped, amazed. She jumped when she felt a thump under her fingers. Eyes wide, she stared at Vance. "She moved."

Vance grinned. "She, or he, did indeed. At this stage, which I judge to be a little over seven months, the baby's very active." Vance looked up at Lettie. "Isn't that true?"

Lettie nodded vigorously, unused to having anyone pay her quite so much attention. "Sometimes it keeps me awake at night."

"How can you tell how far along she is?" Kate didn't think she'd ever felt anything quite as miraculous and, at that moment, didn't think she'd ever met anyone, other than Jessie, quite as thrilling as Vance Phelps.

"There are number of things," Vance said, standing. "If you'd like, I'll go over them with you once we're finished here."

"Yes," Kate said instantly. "Yes. I'd like that very much."

Delicately, Vance covered Lettie with the sheet. "You're doing fine. Another day or two, and if there's no more bleeding, you can start moving around again. But no lifting. All right?"

"Yes. You'll come back again?" Lettie asked.

"I will, in two days' time." She turned, surprised to find Kate holding out her coat. She slid her arm into the sleeve and waited, a bit self-consciously, as Kate drew it up her shoulders and settled it into place. "Thank you."

"It is I who should thank you," Kate said as they walked to the door. "That was the most exciting, wonderful, amazing--" She broke off, laughing. "You must think me ridiculous."

"Not at all." Vance smiled herself. "I remember just how excited I was the first time I felt something like that. I--" She stopped abruptly at the sound of hurried footsteps ascending the stairs at the far end of the hall. Mae suddenly appeared, her skirts held up in both hands as she rushed toward them. Urgently, Vance said, "What is it?"

"The doc..." Mae pressed a hand to her chest, trying to catch her breath. It wasn't the running, but the panic, that had stolen the air from her lungs. "The Doc sent a message for you to come quick. Says he needs you straightaway."