blonde and he smiled, one ofthe few Catherine had seen. âHi, Miz Holt.â His gaze moved to Riley and Davis Lee. âMr. Holt. Sheriff.â
The two men greeted him warmly.
Catherine put an arm lightly around her brotherâs shoulders, pleased and a little surprised when he didnât pull away. âThis is Lieutenant Jericho Blue. I donât think the two of you have been formally introduced.â
âHello, Andrew.â Jerichoâs voice was nearly hoarse.
Beneath her touch, her brother stiffened slightly. âHello.â
âSo youâve been to school today?â
He nodded, staring in rapt fascination at the big man.
âHow old are you?â
âTwelve.â
Catherine thought Andrewâs voice shook slightly. Maybe he was as intimidated by Jericho Blue as she was. Well, the man was imposing, even laid up in bed.
As Jericho thanked Riley and Susannah for coming, Catherine noticed how her brother studied the Ranger. Perhaps his interest was due to the fact that Jericho was a lawman. Or the way he dwarfed the bed with his door-wide shoulders and long legs.
Jericho didnât seem to notice her brotherâs unrelenting study, but Catherine gave his shoulder a warning squeeze. She walked Riley and Susannah to the door, biting off the silly urge to ask them not to leave her alone with the big man in her room.
She wouldnât be alone with him. The sheriff was still here. And so was Andrew, though she instinctively knew it would take more than those two to discourage Jericho Blue if he decided to cause trouble.
Surprisingly, Andrew followed her to the door.
Riley helped his wife into the buckboard. âPlease let us know if you need anything,â Susannah said.
âOr if Jericho gets restless.â Riley walked back to where she stood on the porch, tapping his gray hat lightly against his thigh. âWe really appreciate all youâre doing. He said the doctor advised against moving him because of all the blood he lost.â
She nodded.
âHe also said you saved his life.â The big man extended a hand. âWeâre much obliged.â
âIâm glad I have some nursing skills.â
âThank goodness,â Susannah interjected.
âDavis Lee or I will check in every day,â Riley said. âDonât want him wearing you out.â
âVisitors will be nice. That will help him along.â Their presence would also keep her from being alone with him.
The younger Holt leaned toward her and said in a low voice, âDonât feel obliged to eat those biscuits. My wife hasnât quite mastered the recipe.â
âIâm sure theyâre fine.â
He chuckled. âIf you break a tooth, donât say I didnât warn you.â
âRiley Holt, I can hear you.â
Catherine smiled at the saucy grin on the blondeâs face as she shook a finger at her husband. The affection between the two glowed on both their faces.
âGood day.â Riley levered himself into the buckboard and picked up the reins. âWeâll see you tomorrow.â
âAll right.â She waved as they drove away, then turned to see her brother standing uncertainly with his hands jammed in the pockets of his trousers. âWhat is it, Andrew?â
âNothing.â He shook his head and moved with her into the house. âI thought maybe they would take him.â
âShh.â She glanced toward her bedroom. âYou know Dr. Butler said heâs too weak.â Why did her brotherâs young facelook so solemn? âWould you take the milk Miss Susannah brought and put it in the spring house?â
He hesitated. âWill the sheriff be here for a while?â
âIâm not sure. Did you want to ask him something?â
âNo. Just curious.â He picked up the crockery jug and started out the door. âIâll be right back.â
Bemused, she nodded. What was going on in that
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