doing?â
Victoria sputtered and yanked at Alexâs sleeve. Alex rolled out of her grasp.
âI think heâs making cheese.â
âLeave me be,â Alex snapped when Victoria kept coming for her.
âI mean it, Alexandra Barratt, you get those clothes off this instant.â
âWe have to find a wagon and a group to join, you madwoman,â Alex shrieked, as Victoria pulled on the straps of her overalls. âYou donât honestly think people are going to do business with two women?â
âWe have Adam.â
âThe moon is made of cheese.â Adamâs dreamy voice stopped Victoria in her tracks. As Alex watched, the anger drained from her face and she slid to the bed, the battered hat dropping from her fingers.
âItâs the only way, Vicky,â Alex said carefully, bending to retrieve the hat. âThe Gradys will be looking for a man and two women. We didnât use our names when we checked into the hotel, and I told that man down there that our name was Alexander. Thereâs no reason theyâll ever find us.â
âWhat if they see us?â
âIf they see you, just tell them you havenât seen me since the night of the fire. Theyâll think I ran off with the money.â
âThat doesnât explain why Adam and I are heading out west,â Victoria said sourly.
âSure it does. Our home is burned to the ground, you have very little money, and you have a brother in Oregon. Where else would you go?â
âOh Alex, why is this happening to us?â
Alexâs heart ached to see her sisterâs despair. If she had those Gradys here, in front of her, she would kill them with her bare hands, just see if she wouldnât.
âStop worrying and go to sleep,â she soothed, even as she enjoyed her murderous fancies. âEverything will seem better in the morning.â
âYou keep saying that,â Victoria grumbled, âbut it never does.â
Alex heard the clang of tin in the courtyard and moved to the window. Below, in the silver moonlight, she could see Luke Slater emptying his bath. She couldnât believe he could lift it â filled with water it must weigh as much as he did.
Even fully dressed he looked magnificent.
âYouâre blocking the moon,â Adam complained, and reluctantly she tore her gaze away and left the window.
Heâd said there was room in his travelling party, she mused dreamily, indulging in fantasies of spending months at his side. Then she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Alex wasnât usually vain, but right then she wished with all her heart that she hadnât cut off her beautiful hair. She scowled at the scruffy boy in the mirror, and he scowled right back at her.
Five
Luke was a reasonable man. He didnât pick fights. But neither did he back down from them.
âWho are you calling a cheat?â he asked calmly, holding the strangerâs gaze.
The man and his brother had been losing steadily to Luke. The more they lost, the more they drank. The higher the neat stacks of bills and coins in front of Luke grew, the blacker their scowls became. Luke had guessed theyâd be trouble almost from the moment he sat down. He kept trying to catch Dollyâs eye, hoping one of her girls would be available and heâd have an excuse to fold the game, but she was rushed off her feet all night.
âNo honest man wins eight games in a row.â
âI believe Mr OâBrien won the hand before last,â Luke corrected, careful to keep his voice neutral.
Ned OâBrien, a bookish, buttoned-up easterner, shifted nervously in his seat.
âOne hand,â the man sneered, not sparing OâBrien a glance.
âRoll up your sleeves,â his brother demanded, âso we can see what youâve got stashed up there.â
âDonât be a sore loser.â
âLoser!â
Fortunately, Luke saw the punch coming and