Emily had listened to the discussion and couldn't resist offering her opinion. "If the marshal has your mother's compass, I'm sure he'll bring it back to her."
Travis couldn't resist teasing her. "That's what Mama Rose believes, and it's going to break her heart when she finally realizes she's been duped. The Texan has had plenty of time to bring it back. He's keeping it, all right. Still, I'm not certain the marshal is Daniel Ryan."
"I sure wish I'd gotten his name from Corrigan," John interjected.
Emily was becoming passionate about the matter. She shook her head at both men and said, "If the marshal accidentally took the compass, returning it is probably the last thing on his mind. Remember, he's searching for criminals."
"If he accidentally took it? What kind of an argument is that, Emily? No one accidentally steals anything."
"It could happen," she argued. "You're making assumptions based on nothing but a few paltry coincidences. Surely you can see that I'm right."
He hid his smile. Emily was filled with righteous indignation as she defended the man she had never even met. She was correct about jumping to conclusions, of course, but he wasn't going to tell her so. The debate would end then, and he was having such a good time arguing with her, he wanted to continue on. He liked the way her eyes sparkled whenever he said something she took exception to, and she found it impossible to make a point without waving her hands around, a trait he thought was delightful, even though he had to dodge getting hit a couple of times. He also liked the way her voice turned so earnest and trembled with her demand that he be reasonable.
Come to think of it, he liked just about everything about her. She was going to be difficult to leave in Golden Crest, and handing her over to another man was going to be almost impossible. The smile left his eyes as he pictured her in the arms of Clifford O'Toole.
With a good deal of effort, he was able to block the dark thought and turned back to John. "Did you ask me a question?"
John nodded. "I was wondering if the Texan told your mother he was a lawman."
"No, he didn't tell her what his occupation was."
"That's odd, isn't it?"
He saw Emily roll her eyes heavenward and decided to goad her by agreeing with John. "Yes, it sure is odd. I can't help but wonder why he'd hide it from her."
"You cannot know if he deliberately kept his occupation a secret or not," she cried out, her frustration apparent. "Neither one of you is being the least bit reasonable. I suggest that you stop believing the worst and have a little faith in the man."
"What for?" Travis asked. "He robbed my mother."
"It sure sounds like he did," John agreed.
"We take care of our mothers out here," Travis said.
"You're right about that," John said, and even Jack had to grunt his agreement.
"No one dupes our mothers and gets away with it," John said.
Emily gave up. There simply wasn't any way she could make them see how illogical they were being.
The men continued to discuss the situation for several more minutes, and then Travis asked John to keep Emily company while he saw to the horses.
"You don't need to worry about that chore. I hired a new hand, Clemmont Adam's boy, and I saw him through the window leading your horses into the barn. He'll take care of them and bring in your baggage too."
Emily wanted to wash before supper, and since Travis wasn't about to let her out of his sight, he went with her and made her wait while he washed up too. By the time the two of them returned to the dining room, Millie had already served the food and was sitting at the end of the table.
There was thick stew with biscuits and jam, coffee for those who wanted it, and cow's milk for those who didn't.
"I like to sit by myself when I eat," Jack told Emily. He lowered his head and stared, hard at her when he added, "Then I got to get down to Cooper's place before dark."
She gave him a wide smile. "You've been very patient, Jack."
She turned to Travis and put her hand out to him with her palm up.
"I believe you owe me five dollars."
He was surprised she wanted to be paid her winnings in front of Hanrahan and Perkins. While he dug through his pocket for the money he owed her, he glared at Jack for disgracing him. From the curious look on John's face, Travis knew he was going to want to know why he owed her the money, and if Emily told him, Jack would know he'd been taken in by a woman.
There'd be real trouble then.
He put the money in her hand and was just about to tell John any questions he had would be answered later, when Emily turned his attention.
She handed the money to Jack. "Here you are, and thank you so much for your assistance."
"It wasn't too bad," Jack muttered. "Can I stop smiling now?"
"Yes, you may."
He looked relieved for a second or two before his scowl was back in place. Then he shoved his chair back, stood up, and carried his plate and his cup to the table at the opposite end of the room. Like Travis, the mountain man preferred to sit with his back against the wall so he could watch people coming and going without fear of being caught unaware.
Jack hunched over his plate and began to eat his stew with his fingers, but Travis noticed his full attention was centered on Emily. He seemed so taken with her he missed his mouth twice. The man had the manners of a pig, and Travis knew he wouldn't be able to eat his supper if he continued to watch him. He turned back to Emily.
"Let me get this straight. You told Jack what our bet was?" he asked, trying to sound outraged.
"Yes, I did tell him."
"Then I can only conclude you didn't think you could pull it off without his cooperation."
"I most certainly could have, but I didn't want to," she replied. "It wouldn't have been right to use Jack to win the bet. The men in Boston expect women to flirt with them, but Jack wouldn't have understood. No," she insisted, "it wouldn't have been right."
"Aren't you changing your tune?"
"No."
"Is that right? What makes Jack any different from Clifford O'Toole?"
"Let's leave him out of this, shall we?"
"Who is Clifford O'Toole?" John wanted to know.
"The man Emily's supposed to marry. Stop kicking me," he told her. "She hasn't met him yet."
"That doesn't seem right to me," Millie interjected. "Why would you marry a man you don't know when you're wanting another?"
"I don't want any other man," Emily said.
Millie snorted. "It's as clear to me as a clap of thunder that you're taken with Travis. Are you blind, girl?"
Emily could feel herself turning red with embarrassment. "You're mistaken, Millie. I barely know him. He's just my guide to Golden Crest."
Millie snorted again. Emily quickly tried to turn the topic back to the wager. She refused to look at Travis until she was certain he wasn't thinking about Millie's remarks.
"I won fair and square," she announced.
"You broke the rules."
She forced a laugh. "There weren't any rules, remember? You made that choice, not me."
"What was the wager?" John asked.
Travis paused to glare at Emily for kicking him again before he answered. He explained their argument and how he wanted to prove she was wrong.
"It was a foolish wager," Emily said. "But I did win, and it's all your own fault, Travis. You should have been more specific, like the moneylender in a story I read called The Merchant of Venice. Have you ever read it?"
"As a matter of fact, I have."
"I don't recall reading the story," John said. "Of course, I don't know how to read yet, and that could be why I don't recollect it."
"I don't recollect it either, John," Millie said. "But I'm wanting to hear about it."
"It's a wonderful story," Emily began. "A gentleman borrowed money and made an agreement to pay it back within a certain amount of time. He also agreed that if he wasn't able to repay, then he would give the moneylender a pound of his flesh."