in wonder. âThere is no Mrs. Anderson but his sister is married to the town doctor.â
âEven better,â Ty said, mounting. âYou know how to ride?â
âI can go anywhere you can,â Chris said arrogantly but soon wondered if she were telling the truth. Tynan led a pace that scared herâand her horse. She had to use all the muscles in her arms to control the animal as they ran through the dangerous forest.
At the edge of the trees, Ty didnât slow down but kept pounding down the road. Chris half expected gunshots over her head but all was quiet. When no one shot at them, Ty halted his horse and turned back to her. âWeâre going in the back way. No doubt theyâre waiting for us in town. Iâm going to drop you off at the freight office and I want you to stay there until you see me. Iâll take the story to the doctorâs wife and leave your horse in back of the freight office. When you see me ride past the front, run out the back and get on the horse and ride like hell. Iâll be right behind you. Think you can do that?â
âYes,â Chris answered, controlling her horse. âBut if they catch you with the storyââ
âDonât worry about me, worry about obeying my orders. My temperâs worse than Lanierâs bullets.â
âYes, sir,â she said, smiling and he winked at her as he turned his horse and continued southeast.
They paused outside the new, rough little town, the single main street a rutted tract. Tynan sat still for a moment, looking at the town, then turned to her. âI think theyâre here.â
âHow could you know that?â
âToo many men doing nothing but looking, their hands on their guns. Theyâre watching for somebody. Give me your story,â he said, and when he had tucked it inside his shirt he looked at her. âYou ready? You remember what youâre to do?â
âItâs not exactly complicated.â
âBut vital. Come on.â
He led her through the back of the town, skirting in and out of shadows, staying close to the buildings, keeping her inside as he rode protectively on the outside. Once, a wagon came around a building and instantly Tynan pulled her halfway across his saddle into his arms. âYou still sick, honey?â he asked loudly. âItâs always that way with the first baby.â
As soon as the wagon was gone, he pushed Chris back. He certainly is a fast thinker, she thought.
âWait here,â he said as they came to the freight building. There was a big loading platform and ramp in back and a hook suspended over the doorway. Chris sat on her horse and waited, jumping at every little sound. With Tynan gone, she suddenly didnât feel so brave.
âHere she is,â she heard Tynan say, as he walked up on the dock with another man beside him. âShe just canât go another step.â Before she could speak, Ty pulled her up from the saddle onto the dock. âItâs her first one and sheâs not used to the sickness yet, so mind if I leave her here while I fetch the doctor?â
âSure thing. I got eight of my own, but I donât know what the doc can do. Sheâll just have to wait it out.â
Tynan practically smothered Chris in his protective embrace. âIf itâll help her rest easier having the doctor, then Iâll do it.â
âSure. Here, little lady, just sit right here.â
âHow about by the window so she can watch for me? Itâll make her feel better.â
âSure,â the man said.
Ty escorted Chris to a chair in front of a window looking out onto the main street. âDonât forget to look sick and give him something to deliver for you.â
Chris nodded as she looked up into Tynanâs beautiful blue eyes. He hesitated for a moment then kissed her forehead. âIâll be back in a minute, honey.â
When he was gone, Chris lounged