Leather and Lace

Chapter 13

Casey’s heart pounded until it ached, and the ability to speak escaped her lips. Finally she took a deep breath. She’d let Morgan set the tone between them, and she’d respond accordingly. The truth of her own emotions nearly staggered her. She had allowed this man to steal her heart.

“My, we’re forgetting our manners,” Jocelyn said. “Shawne, this is my son Morgan. He came in yesterday afternoon and plans to leave tomorrow, but not without a visit to the reverend and Sarah. “Morgan, this is Miss Shawne Flanagan. She takes care of Sarah.”

“And helps me, too,” the reverend said. “Thanks to Shawne, I’ve been able to return to my ministry and still have plenty of time to spend with Sarah.”

Morgan smiled, but she couldn’t bring herself to peer into his eyes. They can’t find out about me this way. Her commitment to Jesus and all that meant slapped against her mind like a wanted poster.

Jocelyn took her hand and squeezed it gently while Casey scrambled for composure. “I’ve already told him how special you’ve become to the church community during the short time you’ve been here.”

“Thank you.” Slowly Casey calmed and regained control of her senses.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Flanagan,” Morgan said with a slight curve of his lips. His words sounded flat, as though he forced himself to be cordial.

Uncertainty swirled around her. “I believe the compliments are exaggerated, but I do appreciate the kind words.”

Morgan hesitated, then a broad grin swept from ear to ear. “This is not fair, Shawne.” He turned to his family and the reverend. “The lady and I are friends.” He reached for her hand. No warmth. His touch matched his eyes. “I’m glad you’ve found a home.”

“I’m very happy to be in Kahlerville.” She mentally erected a wall between them. Her knees felt like jelly.

After all we went through, and Morgan is ashamed of me. Of course, could I really fault him . . . considering? What did she want Morgan to say? “Do you keep your guns under the bed at the parsonage?” Casey felt Jocelyn’s attention on her and feigned a smile. “Would you like coffee?”

“No, thank you,” Jocelyn said. “We simply want to visit with Sarah.”

“And to invite Shawne to our home next Sunday after church,” Bonnie said.

The reverend grinned. “Good. I was afraid Shawne might not get out and make friends. I gave her every Sunday afternoon and evening free, but yesterday she refused to leave the parsonage.”

Casey continued to smile, but her insides screamed in protest. She’d have to find an excuse to refuse the invitation.

“Perfect. We can ride home from church together,” Jocelyn said. The tall, slender woman was so kind. If only she knew the truth.

“But I really don’t want to leave Sarah.” All the while Casey felt Morgan’s scrutiny.

“I took care of her before you arrived, and I’m looking forward to it again,” the reverend said. “Now who would like to visit Sarah first?”

“May I?” Morgan said.

Thank you. Gives me time to pull myself together.

The other four sat in the parlor, and Casey attempted polite conversation. All the while, her mind raced with what Morgan had said to her before they parted in Vernal. He said the area between Austin and San Antonio was the prettiest part of Texas. She’d assumed that was where he lived, not here. Had he lied on purpose so she’d never invade his territory? And what of her past? Her lies? And his family wanted to befriend her? She thought her head would burst with all the problems stemming from her staying in Kahlerville.

I’m the outlaw. I’m the fool.

She remembered the decision she made yesterday for the Lord. How could life be so happy one minute and so horrible the next? She thought of asking God to help her again, but she was new at this prayer business. Maybe she had a limit—

“Shawne, are you all right?” the reverend said.

She startled and gave him her attention. “I’m sorry. Are you talking to me?”

Concern etched his face. “Jocelyn asked where you were from.”

That she could answer and not lie. “Missouri. My mother died about eight years ago.”

“I’m sorry. Is your father living?”

He’s a drunk. “I’m not sure, ma’am.” She felt herself redden. An awkward silence followed.

“We’ll have simply a wonderful time on Sunday,” Bonnie said. “Do you ride?”

Sidesaddle? “I have a horse at the livery.”

Bonnie clapped her hands, and she didn’t look a bit silly or childish. “We could fetch your horse after church, if you like. I can’t wait to show you our ranch. My other brother, Grant, might want to join us, but he’s quiet and won’t bother us.”

Casey nibbled at the inside of her mouth. That probably wasn’t proper ladylike behavior, either. When would this morning end?

“Sarah is anxious to see the rest of her visitors.” Morgan’s wide shoulders took the span of the parlor entrance. “We talked until I was afraid I’d wear her out.”

The reverend made his way to Morgan’s side. “Then let me join the two ladies so I can bid her good-bye before I leave for a few calls.”

Casey’s head pounded so hard that it hurt. She’d be alone with Morgan. He’d probably threaten to run her out of town. Dare she blame him? He was probably best friends with the sheriff.

“If Shawne doesn’t mind, I’d like to take a walk,” Morgan said. “It’s been awhile since we last spoke.”

Everyone looked to her for a response. She’d felt more comfortable facing a mountain cat. “That would be fine.”

Morgan opened the door, and the two walked into the sunshine. He favored his left leg. Memories. So many of them. “Warm already,” he said.

“Yes, and I think it’s getting hotter.”

“What was I supposed to do in there? I’m sorry, Cas—Shawne. Where did you come up with that name?”

She stiffened. “My middle and my mother’s maiden name. Look, Morgan, I had no idea you lived here. I can be gone in the morning.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” He rubbed his chin. Gone were the amber-colored whiskers.

“So you want an outlaw spending Sunday afternoon with your family and nursing the preacher’s wife in your hometown?”

He didn’t answer.

“I understand,” she said.

“No, you don’t. This is hard. Too many things you don’t understand.”

“So you still need me to find Jenkins? How do you plan to go about it this time?”

“I put that vendetta behind me.”

Casey stopped in the middle of the pathway. “I don’t believe you. Why?”

“I got right with the Lord.” His expression softened, and for a moment she lost herself in the depths of his turquoise eyes.

Despite her uneasiness, the thought of Morgan striving to live like God intended warmed her. “I’m very happy for you. I did the same yesterday.”

“Good. We’re both heading in the right direction.”

She glanced down at the grass beneath her feet. What should she say? All her fanciful thoughts about him seemed simpleminded. “You healed fine?”

“Thanks to you and Doc, this leg is getting better all the time.”

“I’m pleased.” Frustration inched through her. “How about the hole near your heart?”

“Guess I deserve that.” He pointed to the back of the house. “Do you mind if we walk there?”

She nodded and strolled beside him. Hadn’t she dreamed of seeing Morgan again, talking to him, having him so close that she could touch him? “Morgan, I’m wanted in more states than I can count, and Jenkins wants me dead. Every person I touch is in danger. I don’t want that for you, your family, or the reverend and Sarah. If you found me, so will the others. Even the sheriff said my face is familiar. It’s only time until he figures me out.”

“My family, my friends are precious to me,” he said.

The truth clung like a cold, damp morning. “Which is why I have to leave.”

“No.” He spoke so loudly she looked to see if others were watching. “I can’t let you go.”

“What am I supposed to do?” She raised her fist, then dropped it. Anger wouldn’t solve the problems between them.

“Stay here for a little while. We can work this out.”

Casey rubbed her shoulders. “I’d do better in Mexico.” She shook her head. “That’s not what I want to do at all. I want to clear my name, prove I didn’t do all those things slapped across those wanted posters—except the shooting in Billings.”

“I was there, remember? Let me help you.”

“How? You’re leaving tomorrow.”

Morgan shook his head. “I was heading out to find you.”

Bewilderment roared through her veins. She’d heard enough. Her life was filled with enough trouble without trying to figure out Morgan. “Are you a bounty hunter?”

He grabbed her shoulders. “No. And running won’t solve your problems.”

His hands on her ushered in memories of Jenkins—the times he’d hit her, bruised her. “Don’t touch me.” Her head roared in her ears. She gathered up her skirts and ran to the front of the house and up the porch steps. She turned the doorknob and stepped inside. Safe. She didn’t need Morgan. He most likely wasn’t any different from the others.

*****

Morgan waited in the wagon until his mother and Bonnie were ready to leave the parsonage. He wiped the sweat from his face. His chest ached. His leg throbbed. But the pain of watching Casey walk away hurt more. Those weeks laid up at Doc’s, those weeks trying to run down her trail, all he could think about was how she’d risked her life to save his. From the moment he’d shoved his rifle under her chin and seen her courage, he’d realized she possessed what most women never imagined. So strange when he considered what brought them together. The truth. The horror. He had to think, pray. Find answers.

On the way back to the ranch, Mama didn’t pressure him to talk, and Bonnie understood his bad temperament. Both of them had put up with his ill moods for the past four years. So had Grant. Looked like he needed to do a lot more changing.

Once he unhitched the wagon and turned the horse out to pasture, he led his mare, Twister, from the stall and saddled her up for a ride. Racing against the wind always helped relieve whatever worried him. A slight breeze stirred from the south and cooled his face.

“Where are you going?” Mama leaned against the top railing of the corral.

He loved her. She’d seen him through the worst of it. “I need to think.”

“Shawne is the girl you were going after.” She turned to face him. “What’s going on, Morgan?”

He clenched his jaw. “I can’t talk about it just yet.”

“Does it have anything to do with why you favor your left leg?”

“Nothing gets by you, does it?”

She smiled. “It came by me naturally when you, Bonnie, and Grant were born. Now are you going to talk to me?”

“Once things are sorted out.”

She patted Twister. “Love and hate almost destroyed you once. I saw what happened between you and Shawne today. Which will it be this time?”

“I’m praying God will carry me through.”

“Are you in trouble?” She moistened her lips. “Or is she?”

He swung up onto the saddle and grimaced at the strain on his leg. “Mama, I’m fine. Casey will be fine.”

Not a muscle moved in her face. “Are you leaving tomorrow?”

“No. I’m staying right here. I’ve changed, or have you forgotten? God will lead me in the right path.”

Mama’s eyes moistened. “But you have to let Him.”

*****

From her bedroom window, Casey stared out into the inky blackness of night. The outline of trees silhouetted against a silver slice of moon. Some folks feared what they couldn’t see. Others welcomed the opportunity to hide. Tonight she could relate to both. Her new faith said to fear nothing and to trust God. She shook her head. With her limited knowledge of the Bible, she imagined God had something to say about not putting people in danger. The law wanted her for crimes, most of which she hadn’t committed, and Jenkins wanted her because she refused to be his woman. Shouldn’t she be asking what God wanted?

Dare she leave the reverend to tend to Sarah alone? In the short time that Casey had been at the parsonage, she’d grown to love this woman of courage and faith. Leaving her would be difficult, and she’d lose her chance of making up for some of the things she’d done.

I like being needed by the Rainers. Makes me feel less dirty.

Tears filled her eyes, and she swiped them away. Morgan. Uncertainty was all she could muster. He’d spoken honestly. “My family, my friends are precious to me.” She didn’t know him at all, and always the unanswered questions plagued her like a case of poison ivy. He’d hated Jenkins and trailed him into the snow-covered mountains to find him. Then when danger struck, he’d led Casey away from the outlaws.

Morgan hinted at feelings for her, but what about those he loved? What about those she loved? The tears flowed more swiftly, and her stomach knotted. All of her reflections brought her to the same question. Should she leave and find another town to start over, save some money, and find a lawyer she could trust?

Oh God, I don’t know if You’re listening, but please tell me what to do. I’ve lost hope in trying to figure out what is going on here. Sometimes I wonder if I’m to turn myself in to Sheriff Kahler and face whatever a judge says. My life is a pigsty, and I keep wallowing in it. All I’ve ever known is running and hiding. I think it’s what I do best, but I despise it.

Casey opened her eyes from her prayer and blinked away the wetness. Did the urging inside her spirit mean God had provided an answer? It didn’t make sense, but she was fresh out of finding answers on her own.