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Heart of Eden by Fyffe, Caroline (2)

CHAPTER THREE

Eden, Colorado

The office above the mercantile was a stuffy tomb. The usual high-mountain September temperatures were ten degrees warmer than normal for this time of year. The voices of the shoppers below rose to barely a murmur over the pounding of Blake’s heart. He ran a finger around his snug collar, wishing he could dispose of his black bolo tie. Or better, that he was out riding herd. If he could, he’d reverse time so John had never gone to ride fence the day his horse spooked at a rattlesnake and fell on him.

Word was that John’s daughters had arrived the day before. Blake wondered if he’d be able to pick out who was who. He thought he would remember them well enough, despite the growing up they’d all done. Would they remember him? For a few months after losing his own, they’d been family. He hadn’t even minded they were all girls. But then they’d left for good, without a single word to him. He’d felt betrayed.

Silly, maybe, for children so young . . .

Going to the window, he pushed the pane up as far as it would go, sucking in what seemed like his last breath of life.

“Relax, Blake,” Henry Glass said on a chuckle. “Everything’s going to be fine. You look like you’re ready to meet the enemy.”

Henry might not think so, but Blake wasn’t so sure. He’d seen all the nights John had paced the floor, waiting for a reply to any of his letters. Just one damn reply was all he’d dreamed about, year after year, until his colorful heart full of hope was reduced to a dreary brown, dried-out piece of driftwood.

Henry pointed a finger at him and raised a brow. “I’m serious, Blake. John wouldn’t want you holding on to any animosity toward his girls. You need to put your personal feelings aside. Get to know them. Forgive them.”

“That’s all fine and good,” Blake responded, thinking his scar was feeling exceptionally tight and angry today. The sensation could happen anytime, making the years-old blemish pinch for no reason whatsoever, except perhaps when his ire had been raised. Blake hated the sensation. The wound began at the bottom of his chin, ran down the left side of his neck, and continued over his left chest muscle. People who didn’t know him gawked or turned away in fright. That’s why he preferred the wide-open ranges to the confines of town. The fewer people he had to face, the better he liked it. “You’re not gonna be the one who has to deal with ’em night and day now, are you, Henry?” Blake shook his head. “No, sir, you’re not. It’s gonna be me putting out any problem that ruffles their citified feathers. I can just see it now . . .”

“You’re being a mite melodramatic, aren’t you?”

Blake ignored Henry’s comment as he absentmindedly fingered his scar. “Why can’t you tell me why I had to come to this? I’m the ranch foreman, not family. The reading of a will should be private.” He watched his friend try and ignore his question as he went about straightening his maple-wood desk. “You know what’s in it. Hell—you’re the author.”

Henry shrugged. “You know I can’t say.”

“I don’t expect anything from John.” He shot Henry a critical look. “He should have left fate alone after he died and not forced the girls to come to Eden. If they’d wanted to be here, they’d have returned long ago. Maybe I’ll ride out before this circus gets started. Look for greener pastures.”

Henry let go a long-suffering sigh. “You’ve been running the ranch with John for years. Now, just because he’s passed on, you’re going to hand over the reins to five city slickers wearing dresses? I know you better than that. You love that ranch. I don’t think anything could ever make you ride out of Eden—or off the Five Sisters Ranch.”

“Maybe not, but I should. If I knew what was good for me, I’d go right now, will reading be damned. All the years together with John are payment enough. When I was a boy, he gave me stability, sustenance, and care when I thought I’d be better off rolling up in a ditch to die.”

“You’re not the only fella to feel like that after the Civil War.” Henry rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

John Brinkman’s longtime lawyer was one of the smartest men Blake knew. He’d been representing the Five Sisters Ranch for years, knew the operation better than anyone besides him and John. Henry’s desk was an orderly display of dedication. Blake doubted the man ever let anything get under his skin, let alone his business notes and ledgers. Before Blake had arrived that morning, the attorney had placed six straight-back chairs in a single line a few feet in front of his desk so everyone would have the same vantage point. Several large racks of antlers decorated the walls or were in use as coat- and hat racks, displaying the man’s love of hunting. Even though Henry had a perfectly good clock on the wall, he withdrew his pocket watch from his snappy-looking black vest and flicked it open.

“It’s eight ten,” he said. “They’ll be arriving anytime.”

“And you won’t give me any hint before they do? I’ve never been good with surprises.”

A smile played at the corners of his lips. “As you’ve said about one hundred times this morning, and as I’ve replied one hundred times, you know I can’t. That would be breaking the law . . . and my word.”

“Thought as much. But even if you could, I don’t think you would. You like watching me sweat.”

The middle-aged bachelor walked over and grasped Blake’s shoulder. His brown hair was combed, and his mustache, which rivaled any gambler’s, was neatly trimmed. Henry might be working, but even John’s lawyer wasn’t immune to the idea of five young, unattached women. Eden had a limited supply of those.

Henry dropped his hand and patted down his vest. “Let me get you a cup of coffee.”

“Only if you add a couple of shots of whiskey.”

The outside stairs reverberated. John’s daughters were on their way. After all these years, he was about to see them again . . .

Henry went to the door before they had a chance to knock. “Welcome!” he said in a sincere voice as the first black-frocked young woman moved over the threshold. Blake noticed that she wore gloves—of all things—and a shawl draped her shoulders. The gloves looked out of place in Eden, a town composed mostly of stockmen, miners, and farmers.

Mavis. Blake recognized her instantly—the oldest, and the one who’d liked to direct him, the orphan boy, around like he was a puppy. She’d grown tall and slim. Nothing like the pudgy girl who’d sought him out and tried to make him play dolls with her. One time, telling him she’d been sent out to the meadow to gather flowers and needed his help, they’d spent more than an hour exploring the hills and dales around the ranch. When they’d returned, Mrs. Brinkman had been frantic with worry. Blake suffered the scolding of a lifetime, as well as censorious looks for a week from Celeste, their mother, for endangering her daughter. Mavis never let on that the whole thing had been her idea in the first place.

“Blake?” Her mouth dropped open. “Is that you?”

Of course the scar answered for him. He nodded as her sisters followed her inside. The heavy silence in the room made Blake swallow.

“May I?” Henry asked, gathering their shawls.

To Blake’s surprise, the sisters weren’t alone. A man stepped into the room behind them. He quietly closed the door and took up position near one of the windows. He was tall and wore expensive clothing. Blake thought he caught a whiff of a spicy aftershave. The fellow tried to catch Blake’s eye, but Blake wasn’t in a mood to be friendly—even though he knew Henry would be sorely put out if he wasn’t.

Which has married? Just another fact John didn’t get to know about his daughters.

With no correspondence to speak of, the facts of their lives had been a mystery to Blake until that very moment.

“Thank you for coming,” Henry said to the women. “I’m Henry Glass, your father’s attorney.” He held out his hand to them one by one. “I’ve represented your father’s ranch for many years. Some of you might remember Blake Harding, your father’s right-hand man and foreman.”

When they glanced his way, Blake expected them to flinch at the sight of his scar, but they didn’t. “Pleased to see you again,” he mumbled.

They all nodded, their smiles tight.

Seems everyone’s on edge.

Henry seemed to know what Blake was waiting for. “Could I ask you please to introduce yourselves, perhaps beginning with Mavis, who I know to be the eldest?”

Mavis smiled. “Of course. I’m Mavis Brinkman Applebee.”

Ah, so she married the man standing by the window.

These women had almost broken John’s spirit. And they broke his heart more than a time or two. Blake wasn’t going to let them off the hook just because they finally decided to show up.

Dressing them down to their pantaloons with a sharp tongue-lashing would feel so good.

His gaze shifted to the next sister, standing at Mavis’s elbow. She was as tall as Mavis but instead of brown hair, hers was a dark blonde, golden like a spring sunrise.

“I’m Belle Brinkman,” she said in a clear, strong voice that matched her straight posture.

Something clicked in Blake’s memory: Belle. A chatterbox, to be sure.

Her face, a tad too round to be considered oval, was striking, with high-set, distinct cheekbones and lovely eyes. Of the five, she resembled their mother the most. Blake watched her attention glide over to her sister’s husband and linger. He didn’t think too much about it until the fella’s regard softened, bringing color to her cheeks. Blake looked away. He didn’t want any part of her deceptions. She’d once hit him over the head with a candlestick, angry over something—he didn’t remember the why.

The third oldest, and the only one with strawberry-colored hair, spoke up next, a shy smile on her face displaying a dimple on her right cheek. Henry’s impressive bookshelf had caught her interest. He remembered Emma and the adoring toddler eyes she’d cast in his direction.

His gaze shifted to Lavinia, who shyly introduced herself. She had been learning to walk the last time he’d seen her, and drooling from a newly sprouted bottom tooth.

Has it really been that long?

She wore a hat that covered most of her dark hair, and the black netting on the top looked a bit ragged. The small strawberry birthmark on her neck that resembled an hourglass was still there. He imagined she’d be shocked to know he’d once helped change her diaper.

“Then you must be Katie,” Henry said to the youngest, an eighteen-year-old version of Belle, with her lighter hair and blue eyes. They might be mistaken for twins if not for the beauty mark under the corner of Katie’s bottom lip.

No one could deny John had sired a gaggle of beautiful girls who held themselves with dignity and poise. Blake felt mightily outnumbered.

Katie smiled. “That’s correct, Mr. Glass. I was an infant when I left Eden. I must say, the town is much more rugged than I ever expected.”

Henry chuckled. “Don’t let that trouble you, Miss Brinkman. We have some charms the big city doesn’t. Now,” he said, clapping his hands together once, “first let me say thank you to everyone for making the long, difficult trip. I extend my condolences about your father. His death was a shock to us all.” Henry’s expression clouded over for a moment. “John was a healthy man. Even with the broken leg, if infection hadn’t set in, he’d be alive today.”

Blake dropped his attention to the floor. And you all wouldn’t be here. Only death moves your compassion. For shame, little ladies, for shame.

“I’ll bring another chair around for you, Mr. Applebee,” Henry said. “Of course you’re welcome to sit by your wife.” He glanced at Mavis and smiled. “I didn’t mean to leave you out, but I wasn’t aware any of the girls had married.”

The fellow pushed away from the windowsill, and Mavis straightened.

“I’m sorry for the confusion,” she said. “Mr. Atkins is not my husband. Mr. Applebee passed away last month. This is Belle’s gentleman friend, Mr. Lesley Atkins. He is our escort.”

Explains the earlier look.

“Oh!” Henry said in surprise. “Well, we appreciate you taking the time out of your schedule to ensure the Brinkman sisters’ safe arrival, sir. I know John would have been duly grateful, as am I.”

“It was my pleasure,” Mr. Atkins replied. “I can assure you, having five beautiful women to watch over is not an imposition.” His gaze once again strayed to Belle.

Right. Blake shifted his weight from one leg to the other. Henry must have caught Blake’s expression, because he arched a brow in warning.

“Unfortunately,” Henry went on, “the reading of the will is a family-only affair. I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Belle stiffened. “But we’re practically promised,” she said. “What could be the harm?”

Blake discreetly wiped the smile from his face, enjoying the show.

She reminds me of John fighting for water rights two years ago.

Henry was firm. “I’m sorry.”

She softened. “Mr. Glass, can’t he please stay? When our business is finished and we’ve seen the ranch, we’re headed right back to Philadelphia. His parents are throwing a large party.” She smiled tenderly at Mr. Atkins. “Which in all likelihood might be an engagement party.”

Poor fellow.

Henry blinked twice in quick succession, a sure sign his patience was wearing thin. “No. I’m sorry, Miss Brinkman,” he said in a kind tone. “That’s not possible. Your father was explicit in his directions. I’m here to carry out his last wishes.”

“Then why does Mr. Harding get to stay? He’s not family.” She cast a disapproving gaze Blake’s way.

Heat sprang to Blake’s face. He knew his scar was shining.

Good question.

“According to your father, Mr. Harding is family. He’s been invited to be here, just like the rest of you. He has no idea what is written in your father’s will.” Once Mr. Atkins had excused himself, Henry said, “Please, take your seats and get comfortable. The unknown is what’s difficult. I can assure you that as soon as we have this taken care of, you’ll all feel better.” Henry smiled and waved his arm over the row of chairs, looking a little anxious himself.

Blake was the last to sit, taking the chair to Mavis’s left.

Henry opened the folder resting on the center of his desk. He hooked his wire-rimmed glasses over each ear. “Let’s get to the business at hand, shall we? I’m sure you’re all curious to know what John had in mind for the ranch and all of his children.”

He cleared his throat. “As you girls must know, your father was worth a great deal of money. It’s not evident from the state of his ranch house, but the barn and stock are of the utmost quality. After your mother left Colorado with you children, he threw his heart and soul into making the ranch profitable. An operation to be proud of that would support you and your mother. Something substantial. To say he succeeded is putting his accomplishments mildly.”

The audible gasp from at least four of the five sisters made Blake blink. Turning, he glanced down the row. At the same time, Henry looked up from the paper in his hand. His eyes narrowed. “You are aware of your father’s holdings, of course?”

The eldest three leaned close together, whispering frantically.

What’s going on? Blake had no idea.

Belle cautiously raised a small hand, only chest high.

“What constitutes a great deal to you, Mr. Glass?” she asked, all coyness in her voice gone. “We had no knowledge that our father’s estate had any particular worth.”

Henry’s brow crashed down. He shot Blake a questioning look, and then again cleared his throat. “The ranch alone is worth over two hundred thousand dollars. But all this has been spelled out in numerous letters he’s sent over the years. Along with the monetary support he sent for your mother and you.”

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