Willow snorted. «It’s both of you. Savannah Marie was like a donkey between two carrots.»
Silently Eve began pouring a trickle of water over the slippery baby Reno was holding.
«It wasn’t our looks,» Reno said. «It was our farm bordering her father’s that she liked.»
The steel edge buried in Reno’s voice made Willow look up from her biscuits.
«Do you think so?» she asked.
«I know so. All Savannah Marie was interested in was her own comfort. That’s all most women are interested in.»
Willow made a protesting sound.
«Except you,» Reno added. «You never were like other girls. You had a heart as big as a barn — and no more sense than a hayloft.»
Willow laughed.
When Eve looked up, she was caught by Reno’s pale green eyes. He didn’t have to say a word; she knew he included her in the category of women out for their own comfort and to hell with what anyone else needed.
«Honestly, Matt,» Willow said. «You shouldn’t say such things. Someone who doesn’t know you might believe you meant it.»
The look Reno gave Eve said she had better believe him.
«Tilt Ethan’s head back,» Eve said in a low voice.
Reno shifted his nephew until Eve could rinse his silky, dark hair without getting soap in his eyes.
When Ethan began to protest, Eve bent down and spoke to him in a soothing voice as she rinsed his hair. Her deft, skillful hands soon had his head as clean of soap as the rest of him.
«There, there, little sugar man. Don’t fuss. I’ll have you warm and dry before you know it. See? All finished.»
Eve took the towel from her shoulder, wrapped it around Ethan’s sturdy body, and lifted him from the shallow bath basin. She set him on the counter and went about drying him with an easy skill that told its own story. As she worked, she tugged gently on his toes and recited snippets of old rhymes she hadn’t thought of in years.
«…andthislittle piggy had none…»
Ethan gurgled with delight. The piggy game was one of his favorites, second only to peekaboo.
«…andthislittle piggy went wheel whee! whee! all the way home.»
Ethan laughed, and so did Eve. She wrapped the towel around him and lifted him into her arms for a hug and a kiss.
Eyes dosed, lost in memories and dreams, Eve swayed from side to side with Ethan wrapped in her arms, rocking him and remembering a time years ago when she had hungered for her own home, her own family, her own child.
After a few moments Eve realized the kitchen was very quiet. She opened her eyes to find Willow smiling gently at her. Reno was watching her as though he had never seen a woman handle a baby.
«You do that very well,» Willow said.
Eve set Ethan back on the counter and began diapering him with matter-of-fact skill.
«There were always babies at the orphanage,» Eve said. «I used to pretend they were mine…a family.»
Willow made a low sound of sympathy.
Reno’s eyes narrowed. If he could have thought of a way to prevent Eve from telling her heart-tugging lies, he would have. But it was too late. She was talking again, and Willow was listening with wide hazel eyes.
«But there were too many older children in the orphanage. Each time the orphan train left, the oldest were shipped off to the West. Finally it was my turn.»
«I’m sorry,» Willow said softly. «I didn’t mean to bring up unhappy memories.»
Eve smiled quickly at the other woman. «That’s all right. The people who bought me were kinder than most.»
«Bought…?»
Willow’s voice faded into an appalled silence.
«Isn’t it time to put Ethan to bed?» Reno asked curtly.
Willow accepted the change of subject with relief.
«Yes,» she said. «He fretted all through his nap today.»
«May I put him to bed?» Eve asked.
«Of course.»
Reno’s eyes followed Eve every step of the way out of the kitchen, promising retribution for wringing his sister’s soft heart.
7
Ethan's cry came clearly into the kitchen, where Eve and Willow were just finishing the evening dishes.
«I’ll take care of it,» Reno said from the other room. «Unless he’s hungry. Then he’s all yours, Willy.»
Willow laughed as she wrung out the dishrag. «You’re safe. When I finished nursing him an hour ago, he was as full as a tick.»
Caleb’s voice came from the long table just off the kitchen where he and Reno had been working over the Leon journal and that of Caleb’s father, who had been a surveyor for the army in the 1850s.
«Eve,» Caleb called, «aren’t you finished polishing plates yet? Reno and I are having a devil of a time with your Spanish journal.»
«I’m on my way,» Eve said.
A moment later she walked up to the table. Caleb stood and pulled out the chair next to his own.
«Thank you,» Eve said, smiling up at him.
Caleb’s answering smile changed his face from austere to handsome.
«My pleasure,» he said.
Reno scowled at them from the bedroom door, but neither one noticed. Their heads were already bent over the two journals.
Reluctantly Reno went on into the room where Ethan howled over the injustice of being put to bed while the rest of the family was up and about.
«Can you make out this?» Caleb asked Eve, pointing to a tattered page.
She pulled the lantern a bit closer, angled the journal, and frowned at the elaborate, faded script.
«Don thought that abbreviation meant the saddleback peak to the northwest,» Eve said slowly.
Caleb heard the hesitation in her voice.
«What do you think?» he asked.
«I think it referred back to this.»
Eve turned back two pages and pointed with her finger to the odd symbols marching down the margin.
One of the symbols was indeed labeled with an abbreviation that could have been the same as the one on the other page. The letters were so faded it was hard to tell.
«If that’s so,» Caleb said, «Reno is right. It could be referring to the Abajos rather than the Platas.»
Caleb opened his father’s journal and turned pages quickly.
«Here,» he pointed. «Coming up from this direction, the terrain reminded Dad of a Spanish saddle, but…»
«But?»
Caleb flipped pages until he came to the map he had made combining his father’s explorations with his own.
«These are the mountains the Spanish called Las Platas,» he said.
«The Silver Mountains,» Eve translated.
«Yes. And where there’s silver, there’s usually gold.»
The excitement stealing through Eve showed in her smile.
«If you come in this way,» Caleb continued, «at a distance these peaks look a bit like a Spanish saddle, too. But you could say that about a lot of peaks.»
«Did they actually find silver in the Platas?»
Caleb shrugged. «They found silver somewhere on this side of the Great Divide.»
«Nearby?»
«No one knows for sure.»
Caleb pointed to scattered clusters of mountain peaks on the map. Some rose like islands from the red rock desert to the west. Others were part of the Rocky Mountains. At the base of one cluster, Caleb’s ranch was marked in.
Nothing showed at the base of the other mountains but question marks where old Spanishvistasmay have been located centuries before. Yet the land wasn’t quite naked of man’s presence. Drawn in with dashed lines, like the tributaries to an invisible river, rumored Spanish trails led down out of the mountain groups, came together in the canyon country, and headed south to the land that had once been called New Spain.
«But here,» Caleb said, pointing to the heart of the canyon country, «a week’s hard ride to the west, pack trains loaded with silver wore trails in stone that you can still see today.»
«Where?»
«Down on the Rio Colorado,» Reno said from behind them. «Only, the Spanish called it the Tizon in those days.»