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think about besides how quiet the cabin is when you’re not here.”
    Moira pushed herself up from the rocker by the arms and stood in front of her husband. “I am the luckiest woman alive, you know that? But more important, I hope you know this… I know that, too.” She stretched up on tiptoe and kissed him, leading his hands around behind her back and stepping into his arms.
    They were interrupted by a knock on the cabin door. Pryor immediately stiffened, his eyes darting to the rifle he kept on pegs above the door. Moira instinctively moved behind him slightly. They’d encountered little danger in the time they’d lived on their claim, but there was no reason for anyone to have come to their home, and certainly no reason to have come all this way to be sociable.
    “Is it someone come to fetch us for Gretchen?” Moira asked in a whisper, suddenly afraid of having left her maid in town with her injuries still so fresh.
    Before Pryor could answer, a man called out, “Hallo! Mac! It’s Nathaniel!”
    Pryor and Moira exchanged a quick smile before he went to open the door, she immediately reached for a plate and cup to welcome their guest. “They might as well move town to our front doorstep, so much as people are coming and going,” she whispered to her husband with a laugh.
    “Come in, Nathaniel!” Pryor said invitingly, throwing open the door and closing it just as quickly behind the man. “There, quick! Sit over there by the fire while Moira fixes you a plate of something hot.”
    Nathaniel tipped his hat to Moira before taking it off completely, all too happy to take Pryor up on his offer a warm chair. He scooted the woven straight-backed chair closer to the low blaze, turning it so that most of the heat would move along his back. He pointed the ends of his boots beneath the chair’s rungs so his feet would feel some of the warmth, too, reaching back behind him and letting his hands thaw.
    Moira set a plate of beans and cornbread and a mug of coffee on the low table beside Nathaniel, then took her sewing over to the table in the kitchen area and began to work on another gown for the baby, this one a lighter wool for the on again, off again weather of a Montana spring.
    “Always good to see you, Nathaniel, but what brings you out at this time of night?” Pryor asked. He knew his friend and nearest neighbor well enough to know that this wasn’t purely social. He waited expectantly for Nathaniel to finish drinking the hot, black liquid, then exhale with satisfaction as the warmth coursed through him.
    “I’ve had a bit of good news, and I couldn’t wait to share it. I’m only just know headed back to my place, you see. I’ve been gone for a few days, headed south to Barnett.”
    “Oh? Did you have some trading to do? I wish I’d known, I might have followed along.”
    “Oh, no, I have a few furs stored up, but I won’t be taking them until next month. You’ll be welcome to come with me then, if, of course, you aren’t…” He paused, his pale cheeks flushing with a bright pink glow as he realized he’d almost slipped up and mentioned Moira’s condition. It wasn’t discussed, not ever, and certainly not in front of a lady. Moira politely turned in her chair as though she hadn’t heard, sparing him any further embarrassment.
    “Right, right. I think I’m planning to go later in the spring, when the weather’s more predictable,” Pryor said over a light cough, switching the subject.
    “That’s why I’ve come to tell you my news!” Nathaniel said, eager to tell his story. “I can’t wait ‘til spring, for I’ll have need of some new things long before then! No, I went to Barnett to place a telegram!”
    “What? All that way? Is there a problem back home?” Pryor sat up straighter, worried for his friend at whatever could cause him to need a telegram.
    “No, nothing like that at all! I just… I couldn’t wait for the mail any longer, so I rode to the military outpost and sent a