Mountain Heiress: Mountain Midwife

by Cassie Miles

  She saw something else.

  A volley of gunfire exploded behind them.

  Chapter Ten

  The shooters had found them. The bursts from their semiautomatics boomed across the frozen landscape. Cole estimated they were over four hundred yards away on the other side of the lake—out of range unless they had a sniper rifle with a high-tech scope. Even with a more accurate weapon, their visibility would be hampered by the icy mist.

  As he watched, the SUV lurched off the road. They were driving onto the lake.

  He drew his handgun, ready to make a stand even though he was outmatched in terms of men and firepower. “Rachel, keep going.”

  “I can’t leave you here.”

  “You need to get Goldie away from here.”

  Her internal struggle showed in her eyes. She didn’t want to desert him, but the SUV was coming closer. The baby’s safety came first.

  “Don’t die,” she said. “I wouldn’t be able to stand it if you—”

  “Just go.”

  In her snowshoes, she rushed forward. The shoreline was so damned close. She had to make it into the forest. The bare limbs of trees reached toward her with the promise of shelter.

  He looked back toward the SUV. They were coming closer, but their forward progress was slow. The heavy vehicle sank down into the new snow. The drifts piled up higher than the hubcaps.

  One of the gunmen leaned out a window and fired off another round—a sloppy tactic typical of a drive-by shooter who figured if he sprayed enough bullets he’d eventually hit something. These guys weren’t trained to attack in open terrain, and they sure as hell weren’t FBI.

  These were Baron’s men. Lethal. Bent on murder.

  Cole shrugged off his huge backpack and dropped it onto the snow in front of him. The canvas pack and lightweight aluminum frame wasn’t enough to stop a bullet, but it was something. Not taking off his snowshoes, he ducked behind the pack and waited. When they got closer, he’d aim for the windshield on the driver’s side. If he could take out the man behind the wheel, he might slow them down long enough to make his escape.

  The engine of the SUV whined as the tires failed to gain traction on the ice. Snow had accumulated in front of the SUV. The driver had to back up in his own tracks and push forward again.

  From the trees, Rachel called to him. “I made it.”

  “Go deeper into the forest.”

  “Not without you.”

  The SUV jerked forward and back. The wheels were stuck. Two men emerged from the vehicle and staggered through knee-deep snow to the front bumper, where they started digging.

  The weight of the SUV had to be close to two tons. Heavy enough to break through the ice? That was too much good luck to hope for.

  For now, he should take advantage of the situation. They were distracted by being stuck. He might have enough time to make his escape before they started shooting again.

  He slung the pack onto his shoulders, grabbed his ski poles and rushed along the trail Rachel had made through the snow. He reached the forest. Gunfire erupted. Cole dodged behind a boulder, where she stood waiting.

  Breathing hard, he rested his back against the hard granite surface.

  “We’re good,” Rachel said. “Even if they get themselves dug out, there’s no access to a road on this side.”

  The muscles of his face tightened as he grinned. They just might make it to safety. “We got lucky.”

  “It’s more than that.”

  “Yeah, those guys are idiots.”

  “And we were prepared,” she said. “After all your complaining, I’ll bet you’re glad you have those snowshoes.”

  “Hell, yes. I’m thinking of having them permanently attached to my feet.”

  “You might be a real mountain man, after all.”

  Another wild blast of gunfire reminded him that they needed to keep moving. Even idiots were dangerous when well-armed. He shoved away from the rock. “When we get to the town, do you know how to find Penny’s mother?”

  “I do, indeed.”

  Until now, Rachel had been hesitant about giving directions. “What makes you so certain?”

  “Penny called her mom after the baby was born and got the address, which she repeated several times.”

  “Why didn’t she know her own mother’s address?”

  “Her mom doesn’t actually live in Grand Lake. She’s house-sitting for a friend who has a business in town. The house is around the corner from her friend’s shop on the main street.”

  They’d be marching through the center of town. With every law enforcement officer in the state of Colorado looking for them, this might be tricky. “What kind of shop?”

  “One that’s closed in the winter,” she said. “An ice cream parlor.”

  * * *

  THEIR TREK INTO GRAND LAKE went faster than Rachel expected. It was still early, and the locals were just beginning to deal with the aftermath of last night’s blizzard. A few were out with shovels. Others cleared their driveways and sidewalks with snowblowers. None of them paid much attention as she and Cole hiked along the road in their snowshoes.

  The main tourist area was a rustic, Old West boardwalk with storefronts on either side. She spotted Lily Belle’s Soda Fountain and Ice Cream Shop with a neatly lettered sign in the window: Closed for the Season.

  In minutes they’d be at the house where Penny’s mom was staying. Rachel was glad to be dropping Goldie off with someone who would care for her, but she wasn’t looking forward to telling Penny’s mom what had happened.

  A young man with a snowblower finished clearing the sidewalk leading up to a two-story, cedar frame house. He turned toward them and waved. She waved back and yelled over the noisy machine. “Does Pearl Richards live here?”

  He nodded and continued along the sidewalk to dig out the next house on the street.

  Cole gave her a glance. “Penny’s mother is named Pearl?”

  “Pearl, Penny and Goldie,” she said. “I guess they’re all material girls.”

  Standing on the porch, they took off their snowshoes and knocked. A woman with curly blond hair pulled back in a ponytail opened the door a crack and peeked out. “Do I know you?”

  “Penny gave me your address,” Rachel said.

  She pulled the door open, revealing a brightly colored patchwork jacket over jeans and a turtleneck. Though it was early, Pearl was fully dressed and wearing hiking boots as though she was prepared for action.

  Pearl stepped back into the dim recesses of an old-fashioned looking parlor with drawn velvet curtains, an Oriental rug and an uncomfortable looking Victorian sofa with matching chaise. Pearl went to a claw-footed coffee table and picked up her revolver. Like Penny, she was a small, slight woman who needed both hands to aim her weapon.

  Rachel should have been alarmed, but this greeting was so similar to the way she’d met Penny that she almost laughed out loud. Apparently, the women in this family routinely said hello with a gun.

  “Close the door,” Pearl said. “Young man, take off that backpack and that ridiculous leather jacket. You’re dripping all over the floor.”

  As Cole removed his jacket, he said, “I’m armed.”

  “I expected as much.” Pearl leveled her gun at the center of his chest. “Using your thumb and forefinger, place your weapon on the floor and step away from it.”

  Though Rachel suspected that this wasn’t the first time Pearl had confronted an armed man, she still wasn’t afraid. Either she was growing accustomed to having her life threatened or she sensed a basic goodness in this curly haired woman who didn’t look like she was much older than thirty.

  “Both of you,” Pearl said, “come through here to the kitchen. No sudden moves.”

  Rachel did as she was told. The huge kitchen, painted a sunny-yellow, had professional quality appliances and gleaming marble countertops. In no way did it resemble the antique parlor.

  “The gun isn’t necessary,” Rachel said.

  “I’
ll make that decision, missy. My daughter got herself tangled up with some bad folks. I’m not taking any chances.”

  “I’m a midwife,” Rachel said. “I helped Penny deliver her baby.”

  Pearl’s big brown eyes softened. “Goldie.”

  “She’s right here.” Rachel unzipped her parka and took it off to reveal the sling holding the infant. “And she’s hungry.”

  “My granddaughter.” Pearl’s gun hand faltered. “But where’s... Oh, no. Penny’s dead, isn’t she?”

  “I’m sorry,” Cole said.

  He stepped forward, smoothly took the gun from Pearl and helped her into a chair at the kitchen table where she sat, stiff as a rail. Her unseeing eyes stared at the empty space opposite her.

  “I knew this day would come.” Pearl’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Penny was always wild. Careless. I encouraged her to be a free spirit and to express herself, but she should have had more controls, more rules.”

  “I’ll get you a glass of water,” Cole said.

  “Make it orange juice.”

  “Orange juice it is.”

  “With a shot of vodka. The booze is in the cabinet over the sink.”

  While he went to do Pearl’s bidding, Rachel lifted Goldie out of the sling and set her down on the countertop to take off the purple snowsuit. The baby waved her arms, kicked and cooed. She was full of life, deserving of a chance at happiness.

  Rachel hoped Pearl would be able to care for her granddaughter. “Penny said you were house-sitting. Where do you live?”

  “I have a studio in Denver.”

  “You’re an artist?”

  “I do some painting. And I design jewelry. For a while, I had a shop in Grand Lake. When Penny was in her teens, I moved up here. I wanted to get her away from bad influences in the city.” She paused. “That didn’t work too well.”

  “I only knew Penny for a short time,” Rachel said. “No matter how many unfortunate decisions she might have made in her life, she did the right things during her pregnancy. She wanted to give birth without drugs, wanted the best for her baby.”

  “I had natural childbirth, too. I was only eighteen.” A thin smile played on Pearl’s full lips. “I wasn’t ready to settle down, drifted from place to place, fell into and out of love. But I always did right by my daughter. She was more precious to me than air. That’s not to say we didn’t fight. The last time I saw her, I was so angry.”

  “Did you know what she was doing?”

  “I knew it wasn’t good. The fellow with her was a thug. I believe his name was Frank. He’s not the father, is he?”

  “No,” Rachel said quickly.

  “Thank God.” Pearl slowly shook her head. “I went looking for my daughter. Found her at a casino in Black Hawk. She stood there in the middle of all those slot machines with her belly bulging. I wanted to take her home with me, but she refused. I had hoped that when she was a mother, she’d understand.”

  “I believe she did. When she saw Goldie for the first time, she glowed from inside. It was as though she’d swallowed a candle.”

  Cole placed the vodka and orange juice on the table. “Penny couldn’t stop smiling. She was beautiful.”

  Pearl lifted the glass to her lips and took a sip. Thus far, she had avoided looking at her grandchild. Glass in hand, she stood and snapped at Cole. “Come with me into the other room. I want to know what happened to Penny. Tell me everything.”

  They left the kitchen, but Cole returned almost immediately with the backpack. “You need to get Goldie changed and fed. I don’t think we can leave her here.”

  “Penny wanted her mother to take the baby.”

  “I’m not sure Pearl can handle an infant.”

  An aura of sorrow veiled his features, and she knew that he was feeling guilt for Penny’s death. Rachel understood. Logically, he’d know that her murder wasn’t his fault. He hadn’t pulled the trigger. He hadn’t put Penny in danger. But he’d take responsibility the same way she’d blamed herself when she lost a patient.

  He stood and straightened. When he walked back to the parlor, he looked stoic as though preparing to face a firing squad. His conversation with Pearl was going to be difficult, but it had to be done.

  She looked down at Goldie and smoothed the fringe of downy brown hair that framed her round face. “What are we going to do with you?”

  The baby gurgled in response. Her shining eyes fixed on the light from the window above the yellow café curtains.

  Dragging this darling infant all over the frozen countryside simply wasn’t an option. They’d been lucky so far; Goldie had stayed safe and warm, snuggled against her chest. But so many things could have gone wrong. If Penny’s mother couldn’t take the baby, they’d have to risk going to the police and handing Goldie to them.

  As Rachel went through the procedures of preparing formula, she tried to imagine what would happen if they turned themselves in. Cole was in far more danger than she was. As soon as her identity was verified, she ought to be all right. After all, she had an alibi for the time when the gang was on the run. She’d been delivering a baby. Jim Loughlin’s baby.

  She caught her breath. Oh, God, why hadn’t she thought of this before? Big Jim Loughlin was a deputy. She could call on him to help her.

  The yellow phone hanging on the wall by the kitchen cabinets beckoned to her. Though she didn’t know the Loughlins’ phone number off the top of her head, information would have it. But if she used this phone, it would pinpoint her location. Other people could track them down to this house.

  Deputy Loughlin was the answer to all their problems. She couldn’t wait to tell Cole.

  When he returned to the kitchen with Pearl, Rachel was glad to see that the vodka and orange juice had barely been touched. The older woman came directly to her. “I’m ready to meet Goldie.”

  Rachel placed the baby in her grandmother’s arms. The bonding was instantaneous. The pained tension on Pearl’s face transformed into adoring tenderness, and she exhaled in a sweet, soft hum.

  Rachel exhaled a sigh of relief. Goldie was going to be just fine with her grandma.

  Chapter Eleven

  While Pearl settled down on the parlor sofa to feed Goldie her bottle, Rachel took Cole into the kitchen. She kept her voice low, not wanting to disturb the moment of bonding between grandma and baby. But she felt like singing. Their problems were all but over.

  She beamed at Cole. In his black turtleneck and still-damp jeans, he looked big, rough and intimidating, until he smiled back and she saw the warmth in his eyes. He came closer. With his thumb, he tilted her chin up, and she thought he was going to kiss her again.

  His voice was a whisper. “What’s going on? You look like you just found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.”

  “Jim Loughlin,” she said. “Deputy Jim Loughlin. He’ll help us.”

  “Why do you think so?”

  “Don’t you see?” Excitement bubbled through her. “This is the perfect solution.”

  He rested his palm on her forehead. “That’s funny. You don’t feel feverish.”

  “I’m not delusional.” She took a step back. “Once I contact Jim, we’ll be in the clear. In fact, the police will probably thank us.”

  “Before you schedule our ticker tape parade, take a breath. Sit down.”

  “Why are you being so negative?”

  “Start at the beginning. Who’s Loughlin?”

  She plunked into a chair at the kitchen table. “The house I was at before you kidnapped me belongs to Jim and Sarah Loughlin. Jim happens to be a deputy sheriff. If I call him, he can arrange for us to turn ourselves in.”

  “You believe that you trust him.”

  “One hundred and ten percent,” she said confidently. “Jim would do anything for me. I just went through the labor-and-birthing process with him and his wife. They think I’m pretty terrific.”

  “Which you are.”

  “Thank you.”

  He wasn’t responding
with the enthusiasm she’d expected. As he took a seat beside her, his forehead furrowed. His cognac-brown irises turned a deeper, darker shade. “Let’s think about it before you call him.”

  “What’s to think about? We turn ourselves in, and he calls off the manhunt.”

  “After which,” Cole said, “your friend will be ordered to turn us over to Wayne Prescott and the FBI.”

  “Not necessarily.”

  “It’s his job. Even if Loughlin thinks you walk on water, he can’t go against orders. Prescott is calling the shots.”

  She hadn’t thought that far ahead. “But the Loughlins know I’m innocent. They’re my alibi. I was with them when you were on the run. They know I’m not a criminal.”

  “Neither am I.” Gently, he took her hand. “But Prescott has somehow managed to turn my FBI handler against me.”

  “I still want to call Jim,” she said. “Your cell phone doesn’t have GPS tracking, right?”

  He took it out of his pocket and placed the phone on the table. “Give it a shot. Put the call on speaker so I can hear.”

  She’d already used Pearl’s phone to call information and get the home number for the Loughlins. She punched it into Cole’s cell. This plan will work. It has to work.

  As soon as Jim answered, she said, “This is Rachel. How’s the baby doing? Do you have a name yet?”

  “Caitlyn,” he said. “She’s beautiful.”

  “And Sarah?”

  “I didn’t think it was possible to love my wife more than the day we were married, but I’m in awe of this woman—the mother of my child.”

  He was the kind of guy who renewed her faith in the goodness of humanity. She felt guilty about intruding on his happiness with her problems. “What have you heard about the casino robbers?”

  “There’s a big-deal manhunt. Everybody on duty is looking for the three that got away. They’ve got roadblocks set up. They were trying to monitor the on-the-road cameras, but a lot of them got messed up by the snow. Why do you ask?”

  “The woman fugitive,” she said. “The supposed woman fugitive is me.”