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she must be. Jeanette wanted to hire her-she wanted it in the worst way-but even though she was drawn to her sweet vulnerability, she had her business to consider.
    "How about a hem? Can you hem a pant leg for me?"
    Sabrina nodded, and took the things Jeanette handed to her-a needle, thread, and the men's dress slacks, which had already been pinned.
    "Let me know when you're done," Jeanette said, moving to the sewing machine and hiding her smile when she heard Sabrina sigh.
    Sabrina wasted no time. She was good with hems, and it helped to be left alone to work. Her hands shook a little while threading the needle, but as soon as she'd accomplished that, she made short work of the hem. She checked it over carefully and knew she'd done her best.
    "Miss Fulbright?"
    "It's Mrs.," Jeanette told her, "but please call me Jeanette. How did you do?"
    By way of an answer, Sabrina handed her the pants. Jeanette studied the job and was pleased. Her style was different than Jeanette's but just as neat and strong.
    34 "Very nice," Jeanette said honestly, but still made herself go slowly. "Tell me something, Bri. What brings you to Token Creek?"
    "I'm originally from Denver," Sabrina answered. She'd had miles and hours to think of a way to answer this question. "That city holds some bad memories for me, and when I wanted to try someplace different, friends of mine from my church family suggested Montana Territory."
    "Well, I think you and I would do well together," Jeanette said, having liked her answer and sensing her honesty. "But how about we give it a month's trial? If after four weeks either one of us wants things to change, we need only say."
    "All right," Sabrina said, having to work not to sound as breathless as she felt. "When do you want me?"
    "How about in the morning?"
    Sabrina nodded, and Jeanette went on to explain when she opened and that she would need Sabrina from Wednesday through Saturday. Sabrina had a few more questions about what she should wear and how she would be paid, but Jeanette wasn't done with her own questions.
    "When did you get into town?" the older woman asked. "Late yesterday afternoon."
    "Do you have a place to live?"
    "Not yet."
    "Why don't you plan to stay at my house? You might not find a place today, and you'll be working for the rest of the week, so staying with me will give you a chance to look around town."
    Jeanette could see she'd confounded her. Sabrina looked into the older woman's eyes, inches below her own, and felt as helpless as a child. Even after life with the Barshaws and the Denver church family, such kindness from a stranger was more than Sabrina expected.
    "Thank you," Sabrina managed. "I can work for you at your house if you need me to."
    "As a matter of fact, I have a very fine staff that sees to everything,
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    so you need not worry on that account. Just take your time finding a safe place to live and getting settled in."
    Sabrina was given instructions on how to find the house before she thanked Jeanette again and went on her way. Barely able to breathe, she went back to the train station and stood hesitantly in the empty building. Somehow she thought it was never a place to be empty. She was on the verge of leaving when the stationmaster appeared.
    "Back for your bag, Miss?" Kaleb Heydorn asked kindly.
    "Yes, thank you."
    Kaleb smiled at the tall woman in his midst before slipping behind the counter to fetch her heavy satchel. He wanted to ask questions but stopped himself. He was not curious by nature, but this passenger fascinatedhim. He knew where she'd spent the night but would never have let her know.
    "Here you go," Kaleb said as he handed her the bag.
    "What do I owe you?" she asked, reaching for the reticule that hung from her wrist.
    "This one's on the house," he said.
    "Thank you."
    Kaleb nodded and watched her slip out the back door. He didn't follow but was fairly certain where she was headed.
    Sabrina stepped out of the back of the train station, and walked across the