months, but I knew when I saw her cominâ in the door of the store she was in the family way. Now today, just after noon, she came walkinâ into the mercantile, and sheâs all banged up. Looks like somebody ran her over with a team of horses.â
Win stood, his heart racing. âShe was in an accident?â
Tess shook her head. âNot unless you call running into her fatherâs fists accidental. She looks like he pounded her good.â
Win felt his stomach clench, and anger rose to tighten hisjaw. âShe must have told him about the baby,â he surmised, wishing for just a moment that he could lay his hands on the brute who had fathered the young woman.
âI expect so,â Tess answered, her eyes bleak. âShe came in to see me, asking if I could use her help in exchange for a place to stay for a while. Donât know where sheâs planning on going or what sheâll do when she gets there.â
Shoving his hands in his pockets, Win strode to the doorway. A vision of the young woman heâd seen yesterday appeared in his mindâs eye. That her piquant beauty should be marred by a fatherâs anger was not to be tolerated. And yet, there would be no one to stand up for the girl. A father was the authority in todayâs society, especially here on the edge of civilization.
He turned abruptly. âTess, where is she now?â
âAt our place, stretched out on a bed. She was absolutely exhausted, poor child. I made her get washed up and showed her the bed. She didnât even have the energy to eat something first, just plopped down and closed her eyes.â
Tess looked at him expectantly. âWill you do something to help?â
âYou got something in mind?â he asked.
âI thought maybe she could come in by the day and do for you. You know, cook and clean, maybe.â Tess surged to her feet. âNo woman deserves to be an outcast, Doc. And Iâm afraid thatâs whatâs in Ellieâs future. Thereâs certain women in town who will turn their backs on her once everyone realizes her condition. And thereâs others whoâll sympathize, but keep quiet.â
âCook and clean.â As if his mind had latched on to the phrase, he repeated it, almost absently. And then he cast her a penetrating glance. âThis isnât one of your matchmaking projects, is it?â
Tess colored, shaking her head. âNo, of course not. For heavenâs sake, a doctor should have a wife above reproach inthe community. Thatâs why Iâve tried to get you interested in several of the young women from the better families.â
âEllie told me my yard needed watering,â Win said, a smile coming to life as he recalled her words. âSend her over when she wakes up, Tess. Iâll see what I can do.â
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The scraps from last nightâs roast lay heavy in the pit of her stomach as Ellie awoke. Sleeping the afternoon away wasnât something she generally did, and the undigested food sheâd eaten on the long walk to town hadnât agreed with her. She struggled to sit upright, the bed having an unfortunate tendency to sag in the middle.
Once on her feet, she scooped her hair into a bun at the nape of her neck and sought out the hairpins sheâd placed on the night table. It might not be neat and tidy, but it was as good as a hairdo could be expected to look when a day had gone as poorly as this one.
The scent of chicken cooking lured her to the kitchen, and she crossed the room to the back door, opening it wide, inhaling deeply of the fresh air. Food was not at the top of her list right now, but Tess and John Dillard would be home from the mercantile soon, and if supper was ready, they would probably be most appreciative.
The oven held a whole roasting hen and from the looks of it, it only needed potatoes and vegetables added to complete the meal. Ellie explored the pantry, finding a bucket of