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Authors: Sherri Shackelford
Though he loathed shattering the moment, he had to ask. He had to know.
Her smile faded. “I love them. They will always be part of my heart, but you're a part of my soul. We'll face the future together, whatever future that may be.”
He kissed her then, long and deep.
“As long as you're in my future,” he said a long while later, “I have everything I need.”
Epilogue
L
ily awoke to the patter of footsteps down the stairs.
She touched Jake's shoulder. “Wake up.”
“Already?” came the groggy reply.
Whispers and giggles sounded from outside their door.
“It's time.” She pressed a kiss against his shoulder. “I'll start the coffee brewing.”
Ten minutes later, they joined Sam and Peter in the parlor. Lily stifled a yawn behind one hand. The children, clad in their pajamas, rifled through the presents beneath the tree. Emil emerged from the office they'd transformed into his bedroom. He tugged his suspenders over his union suit, and wiped the sleep from his eyes.
The adults mumbled their good-mornings, still half-asleep. Lily and Jake slumped on the couch, and Emil took the chair set before the fireplace.
“Can we open our presents now?” Sam pleaded.
“Please,” Peter chimed in. “We've been waiting for months to see what grandpa gave us.”
“Yes,” Lily said. She rolled her eyes. “Please open your presents.”
The next ten minutes passed in a flurry of paper. Gifts were opened and exclaimed over, then tossed aside in their excitement. Emil's gifts were finally unwrapped. Sam received a lovely doll, and Peter exclaimed over a set of carved wooden soldiers.
The children presented their grandfather with handmade pictures, which he dutifully exclaimed over.
Jake reached beneath the tree and plucked a package from the chaos. He set the colorfully wrapped gift on Lily's lap.
With a smile she carefully peeled back the paper and unwrapped the box. A shiny new coffee grinder met her delighted gaze.
Her throat tightened. “It's beautiful.”
“I knew you were sad about the one you lost in the fire. I couldn't replace that one, I know. I hope you like the gift.”
“That was the past, you're my future. This is perfect. I love my gift.” She kissed him and hugged him close. “I love you.”
Lily stood and retrieved a box from the tree, and resumed her seat next to Jake. “For you.”
She held her breath, awaiting his reaction. He opened the box and stared at the watch nestled inside.
“Thank you,” he said. “This is beautiful.”
“Look inside.”
He flipped open the watch. “My penny.”
Sam and Peter crowded around him.
“I saved your penny all this time,” Peter said. “I had the watchman fix the penny into the side. You gave that to me the first day we met. It brings me happy memories, and now it can bring you happy memories.”
Lily anxiously searched his face. Tears shimmered in his eyes.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice thick. “For all the happy memories. I love my gift, and I love you both.”
After Sam and Peter returned to their own presents, Lily rested her head on Jake's shoulder. “He was so excited, I didn't have the heart to tell him why you kept the penny all these years. We can store the watch in my drawer if the memories are too painful.”
“The memories are good now. The sad ones have been replaced.” Jake draped his arm over his shoulder. “The gift is perfect. I will treasure this watch always.”
Emil slapped his knees and stood. “Who wants breakfast?”
The children shouted their approval and followed him into the kitchen.
Lily sighed, feeling blissfully content. “He's adjusting well.”
Jake tugged on a lock of his hair. “And all my haircuts are free.”
She playfully elbowed him in the stomach. After the incident with Regina, the three of them had decided to raise the children as an extended family. Emil wasn't certain his age and health made him suitable to raise them alone, and Lily and Jake were happy to include them in their family.
Given Jake's history, she'd been determined not to fuss when a case forced him out of town. To her astonishment, he'd taken to serving as the local marshal like a duck to water. He never tapped his knee beneath the table or stared out the window. He and Marshal Garrett worked well together, and the partnership suited both families. Lily was used to living with other folks underfoot, and adding Emil to their family hadn't changed a thing.
Having already grown accustomed to living with Jake and Lily, the children adjusted smoothly to the additional changes. There were the occasional bumps along the way, but everything always managed to sort itself out.
She'd never been happier.
A knock sounded on the door.
“Who can that be?”
Lily started to rise, but Jake stopped her.
“Wait here,” he said. “I'll be right back.”
She rested her head against the back of the settee. A moment later he returned holding a large wooden crate.
The crate barked.
Lily bolted upright.
Two furry paws appeared over the lip of the box.
Sam and Peter came rushing from the kitchen.
Jake set the box on the ground. An adorable white-and-black ball of fluffy puppy leapt out.
Jake clapped his hands. “Merry Christmas. He's one of Lily's puppies. John and Moira were so anxious to be rid of him, they offered free delivery on Christmas morning.”
Lily crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. “Jake Elder. I don't recall agreeing to a dog.”
“You said the idea had merit.”
“That's not an agreement.”
As the puppy barked and danced around them, the children rolled around in delight.
Emil watched their antics with an indulgent grin.
Lily managed a half grin. “Having a puppy around the house is not very practical.”
“Neither is breaking an outlaw out of jail and falling in love with him, but that didn't stop you.”
“You're right.” Lily let her arms drop to her sides. “He's adorable.”
Jake grasped her around the waist and spun her. “I love you, Lily.”
She laughed. “I love you, too. My outlaw, my lawman, my husband.”
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nothing about the actual mechanics of writing a book. In an effort to learn all
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by Angel Moore
Chapter One
Pine Haven,
Texas
October, 1881
“I
'll be right with you.” Mary Lou Ellison was on her knees behind the press. A gust of wind from the opening door had caught her story notes and floated them under the edge of the beast of a machine.
A deep voice refused to wait. “I'm looking for the owner.”
Mary Lou caught the edge of the paper and pulled it free. The notes on the harvest celebration were the most interesting she'd had in weeks. She wouldn't disappoint the townsfolk by not covering the festivities for the next edition of the
Pine Haven Record
.
She stood straight and looked at the intruder across the top of the press. “I'm the owner.”
As expected, the man's eyes opened wide in apparent disbelief. The raised brows and confused expression were normal to her now. No one entering the office for the first time expected a woman to own a newspaper. Much less a young woman. At twenty-two, she was considered young by businessmen and old by most any man in search of a wife. Not that she wanted a husband. She could take care of herself.
“That's not possible.” The handsome face rejected her claim. If she weren't a journalist, she would scold herself for noticing his strong jaw, thick hair and cautious blue eyes. Since details were her business, she allowed herself to take in the cowboy's lean build. Strong arms were encased in a suede coat. A leather vest covered his chest over a shirt of gray. Boots showing signs of hard work shifted on her floor. A Stetson swung in his hands.
“It is possible.” She put the notes on her desk and placed the magnifying glass on top of them. The wind wouldn't send her on another merry chase. “And it's true. Has been for the last two months.” She blew the hair out of her eyes and asked, “What can I do for you?”
He turned and looked at the words on the glass window. Taking one finger and underlining the backward lettering, he read out loud, “âJacob Ivy, Publisher.' That's who I'm looking for.”
The pain of her grief had eased into hollowness. Jacob's death was the only reason she owned the paper. He'd been her mentor and teacher but mostly her only true friend. She sniffed and answered. “Mr. Ivy passed just two months ago. I'm the owner now.”
“Grump is dead?” He shook his head.
She saw it then. The breadth of his forehead and shape of his nose. He was Mr. Ivyâforty years younger. Why was he here? Why, after all the years his grandfather had reached out to him, had he come now? When it was too late.
“Jared Ivy?”
“How did you know my name?”
Mary Lou pointed to a frame on the wall near the front door. It held a tiny photograph of two men and a small boy. “That's you and your father with Mr. Ivy.”
The only man who could take away the life she'd built in Pine Haven followed her direction to study the photograph. Could Jared Ivy really disrupt her situation now? The deed to the building was locked in the drawer of the heavy desk Mr. Ivy had worked at for all the years she'd known him.
“I've never seen a photograph of my father.” He lifted a hand and wiped the dust from the frame.
Mary Lou's heart ached for him. As much as his appearance was a mysteryâone that could be upsetting to her futureâshe knew what it was like to be without any knowledge of her father.
“Mr. Ivy told me about the accident that took your father's life when you were a small child.”
“He did?” Jared Ivy turned back to her. “Perhaps you could tell me.”
“You don't know?” Why wouldn't a grown man know the circumstances of his father's death?
“My mother refused to speak about him. She said it would cause me unnecessary pain as a child. Then, when I became an adult, she didn't speak much about anything.” He said the words without judgment.
“He and your grandfather started the newspaper together as a family business. Your father was killed while working to construct this building. He fell from the top of the wall when the wood was being pulled up to put on the roof.”
Jared Ivy didn't flinch or blink. Somehow he absorbed the death of his grandfather and the details of his father's death without an outward reaction.
“What happened to Grump?”
“Doc Willis said his heart gave out.” She dealt in facts all day long, every day. Some people accused her of being cold, but direct was the only way she knew to be. Years of condensing a tragedy into a few paragraphs, or a big event into a couple of sentences, had taught her to be concise. She smiled at the memory of Mr. Ivy telling her it made her a good newspaper woman. Having loved Mr. Ivy like she did, it hurt to tell his story in so few words.
“I see.” He reached into the pocket of his vest. “If you'd be so kind as to direct me to the land office.”
“Do you intend to stay in town? I thought you came to see your grandfather.”
“I did come to see him.” He pulled a watch from the pocket, opened it to check the time and slid it back into its place. “But as that is not possible, I have other business to attend.”
Did she dare to probe beyond his vague answer? “I wonder you have other business in town. You must have arrived on the train today.”
“I did.”
The way he ignored her veiled query gave her cause for concern. What purpose did he have in Pine Haven with no living relatives here? “The land office is most likely closed this late on a Saturday.”
“Nevertheless, I need to know where it is.” He put a hand on the door latch. “If you've no wish to tell me, I'll ask at the hotel.”
“It's beyond the hotel, on the opposite side of the street.”
He thanked her and left. The Stetson went back on his head before he closed the door behind him.
Jared Ivy was nothing like his grandfather had imagined. More than once, Jacob Ivy had talked about how like his father the young Jared had been. The years since the man's death had left the young Mr. Ivy with no hint of the warm and caring family she'd grown to love through his grandfather's stories.
A looming deadline for the paper to be ready to print pushed the handsome man out of her thoughts. He could go to the land office, but he wouldn't find Mr. Little there.
She only had a short amount of time to put the words of her last story for the coming edition on paper. Almost everyone in town had attended the harvest celebration on the previous evening. The festivities had been pleasant and the food good. The annual affair warranted a spot at the top of the page. First she'd pen the words and then the tedious task of setting the type for the press would begin. She hoped she'd left enough space to do the story justice.
Her words had formed numerous articles for several years, but the town was judging her differently as the owner. As a reporter with Jacob Ivy looking over her shoulder, she'd done well. His years in the paper business had built a reputation of truth and integrity for the
Pine Haven Record
. Building the trust of the community now that she was the publisher was another story indeed.
Her heart ached anew at the loss of Mr. Ivy. He'd been the only true father figure in her life. She wouldn't let his grandson do anything to tarnish that memory.
* * *
Jared left the hotel and walked in the direction of the land office.
Grump was dead.
In the almost twenty years since his father had passed, it never occurred to Jared that his grandfather would die before he returned to Pine Haven. Jared had vague snatches of memories in which he sat on the edge of Grump's desk while the man scratched a pencil across the page to tell a story.
Grump had told his last story and Jared hadn't been here to read it.
When he found the land office closed, he went in search of the sheriff. The little sprite of a young woman at the paper office had proclaimed herself the new owner. The papers he'd retrieved from his luggage at the hotel said different. This piece of business could be settled before nightfall. He persuaded the sheriff to go with him to his grandfather's office and explain the situation to Mary Lou Ellison.
When he opened the door this time she had her back to the entrance. She turned and he was struck again by her confidence. Nothing about her spoke of the cowering fear he'd seen in his mother.
She wore a white blouse with the sleeves pushed up near the elbows. Black bands held them out of her way while she worked to gather the letters that would shape the stories she'd written. An ink-stained apron covered the front of her clothes. Her brown hair had been kissed by the sun and shone lighter around her face. A smudge of ink peeked from behind the tresses that escaped their pins and hung loose on her forehead. Green eyes met his again. The wariness he'd detected earlier came back with a vengeance.
“Miss Ellison, I've brought the sheriff with me to show you something.” He knew the best way to deal with unexpected or unpleasant news was to get right to it.
“Let's not get in a rush now, Mr. Ivy.” Sheriff Collins spoke up. The man's disheveled clothes and tired face made Jared wonder how well he could be protecting the citizens of Pine Haven. He looked like he needed a fresh shave and a good night's rest.
Jared wouldn't wait. Best to handle things immediately. “I see no need to dawdle.”
Sheriff Collins looked him up and down. “I don't know how I feel about a cowboy who talks like a schoolteacher.”
Mary Lou Ellison chuckled. “I'm not sure what to make of him, either, Sheriff.” She put down the letters she was sorting and came to stand in front of the press. “He says he's Mr. Ivy's grandson, but he's nothing like the way his grandpa described him.”
“He hadn't seen me in almost twenty years.” Jared was losing patience with these two.
“That's what troubles me.” Mary Lou pointed at him. “Why didn't you come see him in all that time?”
The sheriff ran his hand over the stubble on his chin. “That's a good question.”
“My business is not the business of either of you.” Jared watched the sheriff stand a bit straighter at his rebuff.
“Mr. Ivy, if you want my help in solving this situation, you're gonna need to hold your words a bit.”
Mary Lou spoke up. “What situation, Sheriff?” Her eyes darted from the sheriff to him.
“Seems Mr. Ivy here has a will from Jacob Ivy saying the paper belongs to him.”
Her face blanched at the sheriff's announcement. Jared hated to cause her pain, but Grump and his father had wanted him to have the paper. He'd let his grandfather down his whole life. He wouldn't deny the man the legacy he'd earned by building the
Pine Haven Record
to what it was today. His mother had prevented contact with Grump since his father had died. Without her presence to hinder himâ
God rest her soul
âhe would follow through with his father and Grump's wishes now.
Mary Lou turned to the sheriff. “The paper is mine. You were there the day Mr. Little gave me the deed.”
Sheriff Collins nodded in agreement. “I remember, Mary Lou. It's just that you didn't have a real will. All we had was your word saying what Mr. Ivy had told you.”
“So that's how you got the paper.” He wondered if she'd swindled Grump in his old age. Had Grump lost his reasoning? Did she hoodwink him?
Her wary eyes became daggers. “Don't you dare accuse me of swindling Jacob Ivy.” The level tone of her voice spoke of controlled rage. Was she guilty and trying to cover it, or had she really cared about his grandfather? “He was like a father to me.”
“He wasn't
like
a grandfather to me. He
was
my grandfather.” It was best to say it and put everything out in the open. He reached into his vest for the will. “See for yourself.”
Mary Lou took the will from his hand and unfolded the aged document. Her eyes skimmed the page. She folded it and gave it back.
“It says the land and the paper are mine.” He tucked the will away.
“I read it.” She turned to the sheriff. “Sheriff, you know Mr. Ivy wanted me to have the paper. You know how close we were. How he taught me about the newspaper business. Even if Jared Ivy is his grandson, does that mean he can come in and take away what was given to me?”
Sheriff Collins looked at Mary Lou and then at Jared. “She's right. The old man loved her. He took her in years ago.”
“I'm glad to hear he had people in his life who loved him.” Jared patted his vest pocket. “But his wishes are plain. I found this will in my mother's things after she died. Grump must have sent it to her when I was a boy.”
Sheriff Collins asked, “Did you come here just to make your claim to the paper?”
Jared shook his head. “I came here to see my grandfather. I didn't know he'd passed.” To his surprise, Mary Lou validated his words.
“That's true. He came in asking for Mr. Ivy.” It seemed she was a person of integrity. If she'd chosen to lie about that, there would be nothing he could do to prove her wrong.
“Don't see why you brung the will then.” The sheriff seemed to be doubting his word.
“I brought everything I own with me. My intent is to settle in Pine Haven.” Jared glanced at Mary Lou. “I had hoped for the opportunity to spend time with Grump.”
Sheriff Collins grunted and looked at both of them. “Only thing I know to do is make you sell it and split the profit.”
“No!” Mary Lou stomped her foot as she said the word.
Jared agreed with her on this point. “The paper is not for sale.”
She persisted. “I'd never sell. Mr. Ivy worked too hard to build the
Record
to what it is today.”
He seized on her words. “And you said yourself, he built it for my family.”
She glared at him then. “And
you
didn't want it!” The vehemence in her words was palpable.