"Yes, Mother?"
"You know what we just captured?"
"What, Mother?"
"A real live mountain man."
The look of joy on Daniel's face made all the work she was going to have to do well worth the trouble.
"Hunter, get the tub."
Callaghan was their dream come true.
Lucas was away for three full weeks. He arrived home late Friday afternoon. Hunter met him in the yard. He knew something was wrong. There was lather on the horse's flanks. Lucas wouldn't have pushed his mount unless there was trouble.
"Where are Taylor and the others?"
"Inside," Hunter answered. "They're fine. What happened?"
"The judge agreed. I've got the signed papers."
He didn't need to explain further about the custody issue, for he had told Hunter all about Taylor's uncle so he would be forewarned if anyone came searching for the twins when he was away.
"Glad to hear it's settled," Hunter said, waiting for Lucas to tell him what else had happened,
"I trailed two men from Rosewood to South Creek. They're hired guns. They stopped in Cameron and were asking the quickest way to get to Redemption. I cut across and figure they're still a day's ride away."
"The rain we had last night should have slowed them down," Hunter interjected.
"The son of a bitch sent gunmen to take the twins."
"Are you going to tell Taylor or are we just going to take care of it and not bother her with the worry?"
Lucas didn't want to frighten his wife, but he knew he had to tell her. "She has to be on her guard. I'll tell her after supper."
"Guess we better stroll into town and talk to Frank," Hunter suggested.
"Guess we better," Lucas replied.
He was staring across the yard when he agreed with Hunter. He'd just spotted a stranger dressed in yellow-colored buckskin. The man turned the corner and started toward the front door. The fading sunlight dappled the stranger's face and the distance was too great for Lucas to get a good look. There was something vaguely familiar about him.
"Evening," the man called out.
Lucas took a step back. "Callaghan," he whispered in disbelief. He continued to watch the man until he disappeared inside the house. He acted as though he was used to coming and going during the daylight hours.
He said his name again. He bellowed it this time.
Hunter started laughing. "You didn't recognize him, did you?"
Lucas shook his head. "What in thunder happened to him?"
"Taylor happened to him," Hunter answered. "I'll take care of your horse. You go on inside."
Callaghan must have told the family Lucas was back because the front door suddenly opened and Taylor came running. She was followed by the children. Victoria stood in the entrance, looking happy and relieved to see him.
Taylor waited until Lucas had greeted the children before stepping forward to kiss her husband.
"Welcome home," she whispered. "Did you…"
He nodded. Then he pulled her into his arms and kissed the breath out of her. The three children were all talking to him at the same time. He reluctantly pulled away from Taylor, whispered, "Later," and then turned to the most demanding of the three.
"Yes, Georgie?"
"You know what, Papa?"
"No, what?"
"We got a man inside."
"So I heard." Lucas looked at Taylor when he made that comment.
"He tells us stories every night," Daniel interjected. "About real mountain men. There's one who lives real close, and Callaghan says I might meet him one day."
"Mama won't let him go home. He told me so," Allie blurted out.
Taylor turned to cross the yard and go back inside. Lucas grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her back.
"Why haven't you let him go home?"
"Daniel hasn't chosen a name yet," Taylor explained. "Callaghan sleeps outside, Lucas. He isn't any trouble at all. I understand why you don't like him. He explained he's been a thorn in your side for years."
"If he sleeps outside, why doesn't he sneak away during the night?" Lucas asked, his exasperation apparent in his tone of voice. He knew the answer. Callaghan was getting hot meals and plenty of attention.
"Mama told him she'd hunt him down and drag him back if he left before I chose my name."
"When's that going to happen, son?" Lucas asked. With an effort he was able to keep the irritation out of his voice. He didn't want Daniel to think he was annoyed with him.
"Soon," Taylor promised. Lucas's jaw was clenched tight. The telltale sign indicated his anger. "He's leaving soon."
"Supper's ready."
Callaghan shouted the news from the doorway. Lucas looked at Hunter. His friend quickly turned away but not before Lucas saw him smile.
"Shall we go inside?" Taylor asked.
He frowned over her eagerness. She was acting as though the president of the United States was having supper with them.
He let himself be pulled along. And when he finally went inside and shut the door behind him, he could have sworn he heard Hunter's laughter.
He was able to control his temper all evening. He listened to the outrageous tale Callaghan told his wife and his son and only interrupted a couple of times.
"That isn't how it happened," he snapped. "If you're going to tell it, then tell it right."
His sharp reminder didn't stop Callaghan from continuing to tell one outrageous story after another.
Taylor couldn't understand why Lucas was getting so upset.
Callaghan seemed to understand. When the mountain man started another story involving a black bear, Lucas knew where it was headed. He threw up his hands and stormed out of the house.
Taylor didn't understand what had come over him. She excused herself and went outside. Lucas was halfway to the creek before she caught up with him.
"He's a thief, Taylor."
He'd answered her question before she could ask it. "When he was younger, perhaps. He won't steal from us."
"I can tolerate almost everything else, but by God, what's mine stays mine."
"Like your knife," she agreed. "The one you left on the nightstand in Cincinnati so I'd know you wouldn't give up looking for the twins."
"Yes," he agreed. "Come here, Mrs. Ross."
She stepped into his arms and hugged him. His chin dropped to rest on the top of her head.
"Men are coming tomorrow," he began. "Your uncle sent them."
He tightened his hold on her and explained what he and Hunter were going to do. He promised he would force them to leave. He didn't add the fact that they were gunfighters.
Taylor didn't let the twins out of her sight from that moment on. The weather cooperated with her plan to keep them inside. It rained most of the morning and half the afternoon.
Lucas came home at sundown. He told her the men had left. They wouldn't be coming back.
Frank gave her more details the following Sunday when she went into town to read the paper for the men.
"They both knew who Lucas and Hunter were," Frank told her. "They weren't about to go up against them. They were talkative, too. Seems your uncle was going to pay a premium for the return of his nieces."
"Lucas and I have legal custody now," Taylor blurted out.
Frank hurried to soothe her. "We know you do. None of us will sit idle if anyone else comes looking. Don't worry, Taylor."
Roily listened to the conversation and then took her aside. "I got a little present for you," he whispered. "I just finished it." She thought it was a cradle.
An hour later, Roily carried the gift out to the house. She was extremely appreciative and only laughed because she was filled with such joy, she assured the giant. Then she led the way inside and chose a spot for her third rocking chair.
She insisted on paying. He insisted once again that it was a gift. The chairs were placed in a half circle in front of the hearth. Roily wasn't in a hurry to leave. The twins were down for their naps, Victoria was outside arguing with Hunter about something or other, and Lucas had taken his son hunting.