“You and yours,” Karlee answered. “Thank you. You do me a great favor, Madam.”

“Ida,” the woman answered. “My name is Ida. And you are welcome, Mrs. McLain.”

Karlee went back into the house knowing what she'd done was right. She curled into the chair in Daniel's room and fell asleep.

Daniel managed to keep his bad moods to himself since the morning he wore his coffee. The polite coldness that somehow developed between them grew into a constant. Much as he seemed to hate it, he was dependent on her. But he allowed her to do nothing for him that he could do for himself.

She no longer wrapped his hands but continued to change the bandage on his leg. Thanks to Adam's expert care, the wound was healing fast. Each time she touched his leg she felt his muscles tighten, but he didn't say a word. The knowledge that she embarrassed him made her hands linger longer. She told herself that it was for the best. The more she touched him the more comfortable he'd become with her near. He couldn't jump every time she came close for the next thirty or forty years.

Wes's wife, Allie, spent the greater part of most days trying to talk to John. Finally, he stopped fighting the ropes and allowed her to feed him. But he still showed no sign of listening to a word she said. Her determination that he was her brother, John, seemed equaled only by his desire to be full Apache.

Adam took his turn guarding the savage at night but spent most of his days in town. Several people had been hurt in the fire, and an extra doctor was much appreciated. The churches left standing had been transformed into hospitals.

Karlee tried to sleep in the girls' room but found she woke Wes up each time she moved downstairs to check on Daniel. He'd spent four long years in the war aware of every sound. Even her slight movements brought him to the bedroom door with gun in hand.

After a few nights of being frightened out of a year's life by Wes jumping onto the landing, Karlee moved permanently to the chair in the parlor for sleep. Thanks to the wide windows, this room was by far the warmest in the day and the coldest at night.

Daniel had been asleep the first night she moved her things in, but on the second, she sensed he was still awake. Trying to be as quiet as possible, she deposited her belongings on the small couch that had been pushed beneath the windows to allow room for Daniel's bed.

“What are you doing still up?” He showed no sign of having been asleep.

“I thought I'd curl up in the chair by your bed.”

“I don't need a nurse. I'm fine.”

“I know. I just don't want to sleep upstairs. I wake Wes up when the stairs creak. He runs out expecting to find John and frightens me to death.” She pulled off her dress. “You don't mind my being here, do you?”

“No. It doesn't matter. I don't know when you're in the room half the time anyway,” he answered coldly. “What are you doing now?”

“I'm putting on my nightgown.” Her petticoats joined her dress in a pile.

“In front of me?”

Karlee laughed. “Rather bold of me undressing in front of a man. Aunt Rosy would be shocked. Except you can't see me.”

“But I can hear you.” Daniel's voice lowered slightly.

Karlee stopped her progress and stared at him for a minute. If the bandages were removed, he would have been looking right at her. And she stood with her nightgown unbuttoned all the way to her waist.

“What do you hear?”

“I feel you staring at me.” He smiled as if he saw her before him. “I heard your dress fall and the ruffle of cotton when you pulled your nightgown over your head. If I were guessing, I'd say you haven't buttoned it yet or tied the bow at the throat.”

“It has no bow at the throat.” She relaxed a little. He'd almost convinced her he could see through the bandages.

Daniel frowned. “I'm not that familiar with ladies' nightgowns.”

Karlee enjoyed talking with him when the coldness between them wasn't so strong, even if it was about nightgowns. “Well, this gown is very grand. I only wear it on special occasions, like nighttime. It's a hand-me-down from my aunt. I'm afraid it's embarrassingly short, just past my knees, but two of me could easily fit into it.”

“Aunt Rosy's gown?”

“You remember her?”

“I met her once, just before May and I married.”

Karlee sat on the edge of the bed and buttoned her gown. “She's a woman who prides herself on first impressions. What do you remember about her?”

“Wet kisses.” He wiped his face as if more than the memory remained of a slobbery smack. “I felt like a wide-mouth bass sucked on my cheek when she stood on her toes and greeted me. Other than that, I thought her a tug boat.”

Karlee couldn't hold back a giggle.

“You don't believe me?” Daniel frowned as if offended. “Why would I lie?”

“Oh, no.” She tried to control her laughter. “I can just picture Aunt Rosy puckering up for her famous kiss. You should feel very honored. She only bestows it on men she thinks highly of. I've watched her preacher bob in and out of crowds to avoid her wet greeting.”

Daniel laughed. “I'm glad she thought so well of me. Aunt Violet certainly didn't share her view. She told me I was too young to know my mind and was robbing the cradle with May. She said I had no means to support a wife and… she's probably still adding more ands as we speak.”

“Oh, no! She told me how wonderful you were. They collect the articles you write, you know. They think you've a great mind.” Karlee argued with a laugh as she began unbraiding her hair. “In fact, Aunt Violet was still telling me of your perfection when I waved good-bye to the two old women.”

Daniel leaned closer. “Do you miss them?”

“You must be joking.”

“Don't tell me you're happier here with all the trouble and bother.”

Karlee stared at him a long moment before she answered. “I'm happier here,” she whispered. The tension between her and Daniel was nothing compared to living under the constant eye of the aunts. Here she felt equal. There, she would always be a charity case, no matter how much work she did.

“But all the chores?” he added. “Not to mention people dropping in and out all the time. I've heard you out doing the wash long after everyone else is in bed. You're the first one up every morning and the last to go to sleep.”

“I'm happier here,” she insisted. She placed her hand over his. How could she tell him that, even if it were ten times the work, she'd still stay? For here, amid all the people and trouble, she felt needed.

Daniel turned his palm up and caught her fingers. His hand was rough with scabs, but his strong grip felt good.

Before either could say more, a tapping sounded at the door. A moment later, Wolf's hairy head poked inside.

“Hate to interrupt you two when you're not yelling.” He moved into the room as though he'd been invited. “Thought I'd tell someone that I have to leave for a few hours. There's a meeting in town. Trouble's about to boil over and there's rumors the outlaw Baker is planning a visit. I'd like to meet up with the man if he's there tonight before the fighting starts. I swear there ain't two people in Jefferson who get along.”

Karlee quickly stood and pulled on her robe.

He winked at her. “Except maybe the two of you. You seem to be getting along just fine.”

“We've always got along,” Daniel corrected.

He couldn't see both Wolf and Karlee turn toward him in surprise, but neither called his lie.

“Be careful, Wolf.” She tightened the belt on her robe. “The storm's getting worse.” She'd felt the temperature dropping steadily since sunset and heard the wind howling.

“It's not the rainstorm I'm worried about.” Wolf rubbed his forehead. “It's the storm between town folks. The only good thing about it is we might be able to get Jesse's brother out if the soldiers are distracted by what might develop into riots.”

“Did you find where he is?” Daniel seemed to be giving Wolf his full attention.

The hairy man glanced at Karlee. She read what he was thinking in his face. Daniel's question, asked in front of her, meant that Daniel trusted her. Wolf nodded slowly toward Karlee. He planned to follow suit. From this point on there would be no talking behind her back of problems he and Daniel faced.

“No.” Wolf turned back to Daniel. “Without a man in the stockade we don't get much news. The fire did delay his hanging a week though, so we've got some time. Last we heard he's somewhere amid the sick.”

“Fill me in on the details in the morning. I don't want to be lost about what's going on when I get out of this bed.”

“Will do.” Wolf saluted. “I won't be out too long. I have to relieve Adam from guarding the boy.”

Karlee followed Wolf and closed the parlor door when he left. Maybe the room wouldn't be so drafty with the door closed. She crossed to the chair and shook a blanket out.

“Goodnight, Karlee.” Daniel turned on his side without another word.

Karlee twisted the lamp low and tried to get comfortable in the chair. After ten minutes of wiggling, she stood and dragged her blanket to the little couch. But the armrest made a hard pillow, and her legs hung off the end. With the draft from the windows, she could feel damp wind whirling around her. It could be no colder on the porch, she decided, huddling close to the cushions.

After another ten minutes of wiggling, trying to get comfortable and, at the same time, be covered with the thin blanket, Karlee heard Daniel roll on his back and let out a long breath.

“Enough,” he hissed in anger. “If either of us is going to get any sleep, you'd better find another blanket.”

“There are no more,” she answered just as sharply. “We're using every one we have in the house with all the company.”