Kathy’s barbarous murders. The next meeting was in two days at Red Rock Junction. He needed to get Marietta and Zack to Jackson’s as soon as possible. He couldn’t afford to miss another meeting. His chance at immortality was just too important. If he’d learned anything from Clint’s death, it was that a man had to reach for opportunities when they came and not put them off. Death waited covertly like a thief in the night ready to steal every chance a man never took. The snow was getting heavier; they had to get moving. Jase took a few steps toward Marietta and Zack to hurry them along, but when he saw them cuddling and comforting each other, he knew he couldn’t rob them of the time they needed, no matter how important it was for him to get to his meeting. Another hour passed before Marietta and Zack were ready to leave Kathy and Clint. Their bodies were covered with snow, but they were so consumed with their grief that it seemed neither of them realized it had been snowing. When they reached the buckboard, Jase asked, “You’re sure you’re ready to leave?” Marietta looked longingly back at her sister’s grave. “I’ll never be ready to leave, and I can’t stand to stay another minute.” She raised her gaze to meet Jase’s. “Does that make any sense?” He lifted one corner of his mouth and touched her snow-speckled auburn hair as he stared into the most beautiful emerald eyes he’d ever seen. “It makes perfect sense.” He helped Marietta and Zack into the rig then he mounted the carriage and put the horse in motion. Three miles into their return trip, the wind began to whip the snow into a storm as thick as pudding. “We’re going to have to find a place to wait out the storm,” he told Marietta. Her face turned as white as the snowflakes on her cheeks. “Where?” “If I haven’t gotten us steered off course, I believe there’s a shack about a hundred feet that way,” he said, pointing. “A shack? For the three of us? Alone?” Her shocked reaction at the impropriety of their being alone would have made Jase smile if the circumstances hadn’t been so grave. “I’m afraid it’s either that or risk our lives heading to Jackson’s or the fort.” Marietta looked down at her nephew who’d huddled between them when the wind began to blow. “We can’t risk Zack’s life. We have no choice.” “No, we don’t.” Jase stared at the fear in Marietta’s eyes a long time. As he looked away, he decided the last thing she needed was more suffering, and the last thing he needed was another delay in reaching his meeting at Red Rock Junction. He glanced again at Marietta’s frightened face. He could have slugged himself for selfishly thinking about what he might be missing when she’d been through so much, and now she was scared to death at being caught in a storm. She was so lovely and delicate. She’d been suddenly thrust into a new life, unbidden and frightening, and she was in charge of raising a very lively little boy all alone. Jase found himself wanting to hold and comfort Marietta to ease the pain in her heart and fear in her eyes, and, at the same time, being angry with her for stealing his time. She’d asked him to take her west to Clint and Kathy’s graves when he should have been riding east to Red Rock Junction to meet with the group of land speculators. He closed his eyes and cursed his unfortunate circumstances. When he opened them again, he headed into the thickness of the storm hoping he could find his way. The lives of two other people depended on him completely.
Chapter Three
Snow stung Marietta’s eyes. Wind-driven, individually innocent flakes felt like pin pricks in her cheeks. Zack snuggled close and covered his face with his hands. Marietta saw no sign of a cabin. Jase guided the horse through the storm as though he knew exactly where he was going. Marietta couldn’t imagine how a man could be so ingrained in his surroundings that he knew