"It's true, my dear," Mrs. Bell said reaching a hand across and laying on Eva's arm. "And the person he spoke about most was Aaron."
"Aaron? But I thought he and Aaron were no friends."
Mrs. Bell smiled. "When a man like your father gets news that his days are numbered, I guess it focuses the mind. Maybe all the differences of the past just seemed pointless to him," she said.
"What about Jude?" Eva asked.
"What about him?" Mrs. Bell asked with a frown.
"Didn't my father mention him?"
Mrs. Bell shook her head. "Not in the way he spoke about Aaron. Jude was just a loyal foreman. Your father understood that much."
"But I thought..." Eva started to say and then paused.
Mrs. Bell's brows furrowed. "What?"
Eva waved her hand. "Nothing. It's just that Jude's been hanging around me today."
Mrs. Bell nodded. "It hasn't gone unnoticed," she said.
Eva looked at Mrs. Bell with surprise. "Have you been eavesdropping?"
Mrs. Bell squinted at Eva. "Of course I have, my dear. That's what I do. Isn't it?" she said with a smile.
Eva sighed. "So you know what Jude's been saying to me?"
Mrs. Bell became serious for a moment. "Of course I do. I've heard Jude talk like that for quite a while. I've even had to have words with him. Set him straight. But once that man gets a fool idea into his head, there's no stopping him," she said with a shake of her head.
Eva frowned. "What am I going to do, Mrs. Bell. I can't stand Jude. But it seems like I haven't any choice," she said.
"To do what?" Mrs. Bell asked.
"Why to marry him!" Eva exclaimed.
Mrs. Bell's face reddened and she drew in a deep breath. After a moment she let out a great sigh and fixed Eva with a stern look. "Look, my dear. There is no way in Montana that Jude Arabin is going to get his hands on you, or this ranch. As sure as my name is Eloise Bell, you can count on that," she declared emphatically.
Eva felt a rush of relief flood through her and she stood and went to her beloved, loyal housekeeper and gave her the biggest hug she could summon. Eva was sure she could feel Mrs. Bell shake ever so slightly. She'd never seen the housekeeper cry. Eva leaned back and looked at Mrs. Bell, seeing the older woman's face fixed firm in an expression of determined self control.
"You have always been my rock, Mrs. Bell. You know that. Don't you?"
The housekeeper waved a dismissive hand. "You just remember what I said," she told Eva. "There is only one man your father wanted you to be with. And I know what you've done today. I know you've asked him. He'll be back. Sooner than you think," she said.
Eva looked at Mrs. Bell and wondered if her trusted housekeeper was right. Would Aaron come to her with the answer she wanted? And if he didn't, what could she do to avoid the fate of having to enter into a loveless, unthinkable and truly awful marriage to Jude Arabin.
***
What had he just done?
Aaron steadied his mount, guiding it along the trail back to his own ranch and thought about what had happened back there at the Gillespie spread.
Eva Gillespie had actually asked him to become her husband. And he had declined! Or at least, he'd done as much as refused the chance to marry her.
What on earth had gotten into him? Eva had almost pleaded with him to become her husband. Aaron felt an ache inside when he thought about how much Eva must have suffered today. Not only had she had to lay her father to rest, but she'd had to face up to a truly agonizing choice.
Aaron thought about how Eva must have felt when she'd had that will read to her. How sick she must have been just thinking about a forced marriage to a lowlife like Jude Arabin.
Aaron had never liked the man. They'd had many a argument over the years, and Arabin had usually shown himself to be a man of limited integrity. The guy had no idea of what it meant to keep a promise. And, out here, in the wilds of Montana, a man was nothing if he didn't keep his word. Aaron had seen the value of a man's word, time and time again. You couldn't hope to work a ranch, own a spread, spend day after day side by side with hard working men, deal with cattle men, and not know the value of being a man of your word.
Jude Arabin was well known as a man you couldn't trust. Lord knew how he'd kept on the good side of Gabriel Gillespie. But he'd done just that. Somehow. And he had the gall to think he was good enough for Eva Gillespie? How could that be? Had Eva told Aaron the whole story? Maybe not. She'd seemed unlike herself today. And, that was perfectly understandable as far as Aaron was concerned. Given what a terrible day it had been, Aaron was amazed at how well Eva had dealt with everything that had come her way.
But, Aaron wasn't surprised. Not really. The Eva Gillespie he'd always known, the rancher's daughter Aaron had so often faced off with in friendly, and not so friendly confrontation, was a woman who could take life's hard knocks and stand firm. For someone only twenty-two years of age, Eva had the spirit and determination of a woman much older. Yet, that spirit was held inside an absolutely beautiful and elegant frame.
Aaron tightened his grip on the reins as his horse tried to wander off the trail. So many times over the past few years he'd thought about how fine looking Eva was turning out to be. But, he'd always held himself in check, reluctant to show her any sign of the attraction he'd felt for her. The truth was, he'd never been brave enough to summon up the courage needed to even hint to her that he felt anything for her. He just hadn't known how she'd react. Eva's temper was as fierce as her gentle side was generous. She was truly a woman of contrasts. But, like everything in life that posed a challenge to him, Aaron Stewart had always wondered what it would be like to try and tame Eva's forceful ways.
The sun was starting to sink down toward the horizon. Aaron gazed across the rolling grasslands. He knew how much this ranch meant to Eva. Aaron had seen the look on her face when she'd spoken about what her father's legacy meant to her. The Gillespie spread was in Eva's veins and Aaron knew that she would do anything to keep a hold of it.
She would even make Aaron her husband, if it meant she'd keep the ranch out of Jude's grubby paws.
Aaron took in a deep, slow breath and tried to figure out what he should do.
The choice was simple and stark. Either he marry Eva and give her the only chance she'd have of holding onto the ranch, or she'd be forced to marry Arabin. Lord only knew what he'd do with the spread once he got control of it. And he would have authority over the affairs of the ranch, even if Eva put up a fight. Being her husband would give Arabin legal power over Eva's affairs.
Aaron shook his head and uttered an oath. That wasn't right! For a man like Arabin to think he could even lay a hand on someone as precious as Eva was unthinkable. Aaron's horse started to shift his head from side to side, sensing the mounting tension in it's rider. He tugged the reins. A surge of indignation rose up in him as he thought of Eva back at the ranch. Arabin would be hovering around, trying to press his claim. She would have no-one there to really protect her against the foreman's unwanted attentions. How could the man be trusted? Aaron didn't even believe the terms of the will. It wouldn't be the first time something had been done to affect the outcome of the settling of a dead man's estate. Aaron had heard of things like that before. But that would be for another time, another day.
Aaron pulled his mount to a halt. The horse pulled hard against the reins, but Aaron held him tight.
Right now the feelings that were burning up inside him convinced him of one thing, and one thing only. Aaron Stewart had always known what the right thing was. It had been an instinct lodged deep inside himself all his life. And, in this moment, there was only one thing on his mind. He hadn't needed time to make his choice. There was no need to consider Eva's offer. He'd made his mind up a long time ago. His delay in giving her the answer today, the one Eva so obviously wanted, had been born out of sheer surprise. But, now that he'd had time to think about it, there was nothing to do but go back to her ranch as fast as possible and tell Eva
Gillespie that nothing on earth would stop Aaron Stewart from making her his wife.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eva was dreaming. There was a part of her that knew that what she was seeing was all a dream. But it all seemed so real. He seemed so real.
She saw Aaron. His tall figure was walking toward her, a warm, friendly smile on his face. Eva stretched out her arms to welcome Aaron. Her arms felt somehow unreal, curiously heavy, as she reached out to Aaron. Behind him, she could see the Montana mountains, shining bright in the midday sun. A feeling a happiness filled Eva with every step Aaron took toward her.
Suddenly a column of flame leapt up in front of her. Eva stepped back, feeling heat on her face. She could hear voices shouting from far in the distance. They were familiar voices. In her dream, Aaron was trying to make his way toward Eva but the flames were forcing him back.
Thick smoke surrounded Eva and she felt herself gag and cough. She tried to clear the smoke away from her face, so she could see what was happening to Aaron. But, he was gone.
And then she coughed, again. Harder this time. Her body convulsed.
Awake!
Eva opened her eyes.
She was no longer dreaming.
Eva was very much awake, and there was smoke in her bedroom.
The stench of it caught at the back of her throat. How could there be smoke in her bedroom?
She'd come upstairs to rest before dinner, and guessed from the soft light coming in through the window that she had only been sleeping a short time. Eva threw the covers back from her bed. She went to the window. In the twilight she saw an ominous glow outside.
Fire!
Eva felt a hard stab of panic and stared down into the yard. Men were running toward the house with pales of water. They were trying to form a chain amidst the yelling and shouting. The glow of the fire was spreading across the yard in front of the ranch house.
The fire must be in the house, she thought suddenly. Her heart froze and her legs went momentarily numb.
She could see the smoke leaking into her room from underneath the door. The smoke looked like a thick deadly fluid seeping along the wooden floor.
Eva ran to the door, wrenched it open and leapt back. The hallway was filled solid with smoke. She could feel heat from somewhere, a hellish sensation that was any rancher's worst nightmare.
The house was on fire! But how? Where?
The hallway had become a dark, inky, smoke filled tunnel. She strained her eyes, but couldn't see to the stairs at the end of the corridor.
Eva started to cough and ran to the bed, grabbing hold of a blanket. She threw some water onto the blanket from the bowl on the dressing table, and thrust the sodden material over the front of her mouth. She sucked in a deep, cool breath. It was then that she realized just how dangerous the smoke filled air was. Now that she'd opened the door, the smoke was getting thicker in the bedroom.
Eva knew she had to get out. The fire might not get her, but the smoke certainly would. She took the porcelain bowl in her hand and threw it with all her might at the window. The glass smashed and a gust of air blew back into the room. Eva went to the window and saw the ranch hands looking up at her. She leaned out the window, thinking to jump. The drop to the yard was precipitous.
There was a roar behind her, and a huge billowing wave of smoke engulfed the room driving Eva back from the window. She felt as if she had been enveloped in a dense, impenetrable fog. For a moment she couldn't tell where the window was. In a sharply panicked moment she wasn't even sure where the door to the bedroom was.
Eva heard voices from below. She heard the voice of Mrs. Bell screaming up at her, imploring her to jump. But Eva couldn't even tell which way to step so that she could even find the window.
Eva clasped the wet blanket harder against her mouth and tried to draw in a breath. The air was hotter than it had been moments before, and she felt a terrible burning sensation in her lungs. She staggered back and realized that she was falling onto the bed. The room began to spin and her body was overtaken by a curious, numb sensation. She felt as if she were being enclosed in a warm, thick blanket.
And then, Eva Gillespie felt her eyes close and breathing suddenly became terrifyingly impossible.
***
Aaron drove the horse hard. Ahead of him he could see the flames running up the side of the ranch house.
Eva!
One thought was all he had; one purpose; one fear.
He was only moments away from the yard, but it could have as well been a million miles, for all he could do about knowing if she was safe. Aaron could see the ranch hands milling about. He could almost feel the panic of the ranch hands running around the front of the house. The line of men were passing buckets of water. It didn't look like they were making much headway in controlling the fire which seemed to be burning on the side of the house where the kitchen was located. It didn't look like it was out of control, but it soon would be.
He couldn't see Eva. Where was she? She should be out in front, organizing the effort to put the fire out. And then the thought came to him, hard and sharp and unavoidable.
Eva was inside. Trapped!
Aaron drove the horse hard and finally, with a flurry of dust and hammering of hooves, he reached the yard. He leapt off his mount leaving it untied. He could feel the harsh heat of the flames. The smoke was billowing out the front door and out from a smashed upstairs window.
He ran up to Mrs. Bell, who was looking frantically up at the top level of the ranch house.
"Where's Eva?" Aaron demanded grasping the housekeeper's arm.
Mrs. Bell turned to Aaron, her face drawn and pale, even with glow of the fire.
"She's upstairs. In her room," she yelled, pointing up at the broken window.
Aaron's heart froze as he stared up at the window, seeing the thick smoke churning out of there. She couldn't be there. It was unthinkable that Eva would be there.
"I've got to get her," Aaron declared and started toward the door.
Mrs. Bell grabbed his arm. "You can't go in there," she shouted above the roar of the fire. The ranch hands flashed looks at Aaron as he wrenched himself free of the housekeeper's grasp and launched himself toward the front door. He quickly wound his red bandanna tight against his mouth, sucking in a deep, muffled breath through the fabric.
There was no way he was going to let Eva's fate be decided by flames and smoke. He leapt into the hallway. The smoke and heat pushed him back for only a moment. Raising an arm to his face, he got his bearings, sensing where the steps leading upstairs were. The heat was intense. Gusts of air sent the smoke into rotating, broken spirals through which Aaron could see his way up the stairs. He bolted up the stairs as fast as he could, stumbling as he went. He grasped onto the wooden banister and felt the heat against his fingers.
Aaron thrust himself onward, dragging himself through the dense, hot fog. Finally he reached the top of the stairs and paused for a second. Sensing rather than seeing his way, he moved swiftly toward the side of the hallway he knew faced onto the front of the house. It was impossible to see where he was going. The dark and smoke conspired to make that impossible.
He ran a hand along the side wall stepping quickly, his fingers fumbling, searching for a doorway. He felt the smoke heating his lungs, filling him with the same sensation he knew Eva must be experiencing. He wasn't going to let death cheat them. Not now.
Suddenly, his hand felt a gap, and he knew he was standing in the doorway to Eva's room. He forced his way inside, waving hands in front of him, his eyes burning. He coughed and called out. "Eva! Eva!"
Nothing.
Aaron strained his eyes one more time and saw a vague, oblong shape. The bed. Upon it was lying a figure.
"Eva!" he cried and ran to her. He swept Eva up in his arms. She felt heavy. Too soft in his arms. But there was no time to think. He had to get her out. He had to get her safe.
Aaron twisted and staggered back toward the door. He held Eva tight and close against him
as he dashed out into the hallway. Pure instinct told him which way to run; it was a sheer compulsion to survive, to live, that drove him to the top of the stairs. The smoke enveloped him and he clutched Eva's body close to him. He felt the tiniest sensation of Eva drawing in a shallow, short breath. That single sensation gave Aaron all the drive he needed. Eva was alive, and he was going to get her out of this house.
A vortex of whirling smoke twisted down below Aaron, and he distinctly saw the bottom of the staircase. He knew it was the last chance he'd get. Leaping down the steps, clutching Eva hard against him, Aaron literally tumbled down the stairs, only just keeping his balance.
With a final leap he reached the hallway, drove himself out through the front door and into the yard.
Aaron stumbled and almost ended up face down, but he kept his balance and took Eva as far away from the house as he could take her.
Mrs. Bell ran over to him. "Is she okay, Aaron," she shouted looking down at the two prostrate figures on the ground.
Aaron laid Eva down on her back, the soft earth of the yard beneath her. He peered down at her. Eva's eyes were closed. But she was breathing, soft, shallow intakes of precious evening air.
Aaron kneeled by her side and wiped the loose hair away from Eva's beautiful face.
At least she was breathing. That was all that mattered.
"Eva. Can you hear me?" Aaron said softly. She didn't respond. The shouting and yelling of the men trying to control the fire was so loud Aaron figured she hadn't heard him.
Aaron brushed some dirt from Eva's face. "Eva. It's Aaron. Open your eyes. You're safe now," Aaron said. He had to try hard to control the emotion in his voice. Truth was, he wanted to draw her close into his arms and force her to live, demand that she open her eyes and look at him.
Suddenly Eva coughed. Aaron lifted her head up and turned it to one side. Eva cleared her throat with convulsive, spasmodic coughs that seemed to last an eternity. Eventually her petite frame stopped it's shaking, and she settled, her head and shoulders nestling in Aaron's protective embrace.
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