An odd yearning went through Willow as she saw the way that Rose and Eddy looked at each other. It had been a long time since Willow had dreamed of sharing her life with anyone. Even then, she had been to young to understand what such sharing truly meant. At sixteen, a girl knew little of life except an impatience to get on with living it.

But the war had come, Steven had been killed, and Willow had learned that life was an endurance contest with no winners, just survivors.

«You’ll get over the war,» Rose continued, patting Willow’s hand. «Your man will get you with child and you’ll forget this foolishness about homesteading and taking care of yourself. The good Lord knew what He was doing when He made woman for man.»

Caleb leaned back in his chair. «Save your sympathy for someone who needs it. All Mrs. Moran needs is a guide to get her to Matthew Moran.»

«Will you do it?» Eddy asked.

«Might as well,» Caleb said with an appearance of indifference. «I’m heading for the San Juan country anyway.»

«Good,» Eddy said, relieved. «I would do it myself, but that damned stud…» He looked Caleb in the eye. «I’m glad word caught up with you. I wasn’t sure whether you were down to Yuma or up to Wyoming Territory.»

«The emptier the land, the faster gossip travels,» Caleb said. «I was hunting with WolfeLonetree when a tinker came to camp and said you needed me to guide Mrs. Matthew Moran to her husband.»

«Lonetree, huh?» Eddy grunted. «No wonder word got to you so fast. If a bug crawls anywhere in the territory, thathalfbreed knows it.» Eddy pulled out his watch and squinted at it. «Rose, if we don’t get to the dining room, some youngfiddlefoot will take our table.» As he pocketed the watch once more, he looked at Willow with shrewd, dark eyes. «Now that you’ve met Cal, are you satisfied with the arrangement, Mrs. Moran?»