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been some time because Danny and Callie came home before she could even fix herself something to eat. She met them at the door, her face alight with peace as she told them the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her.
"She handled it well," Callie told Danny as they readied for bed, "but all the color drained from her face, and she was so quiet the rest of the evening."
Danny looked as pained as he felt.
"It just keeps happening, Danny. We're not that far from the night district, but our neighborhood is like another world. Why are men suddenly finding her?"
"I don't know, but she has to stop answering the door. You or I will go to the door, and make it clear to whoever is standing there that Raven is not available for such activities. Tell them there is no Raven."
"What about work?"
Danny's head fell back. He could not protect Sabrina everywhere, but it didn't change the need he felt. He looked over at his wife, who had tears in her eyes. Danny put an arm around her and pulled her close. He didn't want to suggest what he was thinking, but at some point it was going to have to come up. Sabrina had come to them in November and believed before Christmas. It was now May. It seemed to the Barshaws that memories would fade. Sabrina had started a new life and left the old one behind, but somehow the old life was
28 finding her, which probably meant one thing: It was time for Sabrina Matthews to leave Denver.
"I don't have to work until noon tomorrow. We'll talk about this in the morning."
"You're going to send her away, aren't you?" Callie guessed.
"If I do, Cal, it's because I love her too much to do anything else."
Callie's tears would not be stopped. Mindful that Sabrina was just down the hall, she used her husband's chest to muffle the sobs, completely unaware that Sabrina still heard them, her heart sinking with dread over what they might mean.
"Montana?" Sabrina asked quietly, her eyes having grown to the size of moons.
"Yes," Danny answered. "Montana Territory."
"Do you really think I need to go that far to escape being recognized?"
"No, you don't, but I know of a fine church family. You would fit right in."
Sabrina's look was almost comical. Callie had told herself to be strong, but she was already feeling teary. Sabrina could not help but notice.
"Is this what you were crying about last night?" the younger woman asked.
"You heard that?" Callie asked, looking crestfallen.
"I was still thinking about that man at the door. I couldn't fall asleep."
"Tell me something," Danny cut in. "Do you know these men who are approaching you?"
"Most of them, yes."
29 "And do they take no for an answer, or are some returning?" "Some return," Sabrina said with a small shrug. "I don't understand why."
At a time when thoughts and hearts had been rather sober, both Danny and Callie found themselves smiling. Sabrina Matthews did not spend time thinking about the way she looked, but she was beautiful. Her skin was creamy, a bit dark in tone, but her cheeks still managed a lovely rose color. Her hair was thick with a bit of wave, very black, and her black-lashed eyes were like blue crystals. It was a surprising but lovely combination.
It took a moment for Sabrina to see her friends' smiles, and when she did, she was completely confused.
"What?"
"You're just funny" Callie said.
Sabrina frowned, trying to remember what she'd said, but she was completely at sea. Danny took pity on her and cleared it up with one name.
"Nelson Taylor."
"Oh," Sabrina said, full understanding hitting her. Nelson Taylor was a man at church who was interested in her. She had told him that she had no desire to marry and that she was the wrong woman for him, but he had said that he would never want anyone else. Each week he spoke to her, his heart in his eyes, and Sabrina knew nothing could dissuade him.
"So what do you think?" Danny forced himself to bring them all back to the painful topic at hand. "Do you want to try Montana
Tracie Peterson, Judith Pella