The Alaska Brides Collection Part 10

"I wonder how far he'll get before someone stops him and asks to buy something straight off Bess."

"Not far." Ian lifted his pickax. "I knotted everything on with a diamond hitch, so he'll be able to take things off without her losing balance as long as he keeps the sides fairly even."

"That's good."

"Best you know, Merry, that the vein in the stone isn't getting any wider yet. We'd hoped it would grow big and fat."

"It still might. Even if it doesn't, you're getting more than we ever panned."

"I saw you panning yesterday."

"Why not? I was waiting for the laundry pot to boil. I got about a pinch and a half of gold dust. With gold at sixteen dollars per ounce, that's not a bad show for an afternoon's work."

"Pure gold is sixteen dollars per ounce, Merry. Gold dust is impure. When it's all melted and the dross is removed, it weighs far less."

"Oh."

The disappointment on her face tugged at his heart. "Every bit counts."

"Yes, it does." She smiled. "Did Tucker speak to you about removing rock now in as much bulk as possible?"

"He did." Ian found a comfortable grip on the pickax. "I'm in full agreement. We'll be able to crush it down and put it through the shaker box during the worst of the winter."

"So you don't mind?"

"Why would I mind?" He gave her a surprised look. "Long days like this can allow us extreme amounts of outdoor work. When we're locked inside by the most frigid part of the winter, we'll still be able to make progress."

"It'll make a mess of your cabin-all the dust and grit."

"Man came from dust and will return to dust."

Merry's laughter filled the air. "Woman came from bone. Where does that leave her?"

"If all goes as G.o.d intended, it leaves her right by her man's side and inside his heart." And that's where I'd like you to be.

"Well, for now, this woman is going to do a few ch.o.r.es. Tucker said he'll be back tonight, but I'm not so sure."

"I believe he will. The sunlight will allow him to travel safely, and he's got a lot of stamina."

"That's true." Her pretty hazel eyes sparkled. "I think it's more a matter of stubbornness. Once my brother sets his mind to something, he pursues it with a singleness of mind that is nearly unshakable."

"Old Abrams said something to that effect last night." Ian remembered the old man's bl.u.s.ter. "Only he wound up calling your twin a thickheaded bulldog."

The matter neither of them addressed was glaring: Until now, Meredith and Ian hadn't been alone. She'd gone to town with Tucker on the other trip. His leaving her behind and in Ian's safekeeping showed a measure of trust that Ian understood. He planned to be worthy of that trust. Clenching the pickax helped him do just that. Otherwise, he'd cave in to temptation, grab Meredith, and help himself to a sweet, sweet kiss.

"Anything special you'd like for supper?"

He stopped. "You needn't cook for me, Merry. I've put beans to soak. I can boil them later."

"It's no trouble, Ian. I don't mind."

"I do, though. Our bargain ended. You have no call to cook for me."

Resting her hands on her hips, Merry gave him an exasperated look. "That deal? Don't be ridiculous. You've been sharing your food far longer than we agreed to, and you've plowed more than twice what we agreed upon."

"You've helped weed, thin, and transplant." He readjusted his hold on the pickax. "Add to that all the beans you've canned."

"In jars you bought." She stooped down and pleaded, "Ian, let's not haggle. Please let me cook. You have every reason and right to claim the gold here."

"No, la.s.s, I don't. The Lord was present when we made our agreement. He knew where the riches lay-and He had Tucker see them first. The believers in the Bible worked together and shared all they had in common. Tucker and you are working every bit as hard as I am. I couldn't face myself in the mirror or my Maker on Judgment Day if I h.o.a.rded this for myself."

"You're being honorable." Tears s.h.i.+mmered in her eyes. "How, then, can you want us to partake in your blessings and refuse to accept what we have to offer? From now on, I'm making the meals."

He shook his head. Every morning of his life, he'd seen Da give Ma a good-morning kiss, and she'd give him another as he left for the fields. Since the day Braden and Maggie married, they'd taken up that same tradition. If I sit across the breakfast table from this woman, I'll long for that same closeness. Refusing her offer would hurt her, though. In a voice every bit as rough as the gravel he was creating, Ian said, "Midday and supper. I make my own breakfasts."

The smile on her face made him glad he'd compromised. She rose with grace and went off to see to her ch.o.r.es.

Ian chipped away at the ground. The pickax did a fair job, but sinking a hole into anything took a lot of effort. Even though it was summer and sunlight ruled both day and night, the glacial rock didn't care. As long as Ian worked, he kept warm. After a few minutes of stopping and talking, the insidious cold started making his muscles knot.

Spying a small offshoot of gold, Ian wanted to significantly widen the area they'd begun to dig. He established a rhythm and kept at it.

"Ian!"

Merry's voice brought him to a halt. "Are you ready to eat?"

"I'm always ready to eat." He set down the pickax and hopped out of the hole. A quick backward glance made him say, "It looks like I'm digging a grave."

Merry s.h.i.+vered. "Don't say that!"

"Oh, la.s.s, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." Recriminations ran through his mind. Grief still held great sway over her-so much that she couldn't bear to mention her father. I have to mind my tongue. That was a terrible slip.

"Never mind." The blithe tone she used didn't take away the sadness in her eyes.

They sat on crates over by the river to eat. "I'll never tire of this view." Ian watched as the water bubbled and whooshed by. "The sight and sound are lovely indeed."

"It's pretty in winter, too. Because we came from Texas, I'd never lived with snow before."

"I'd think the novelty would wear off once the cold sets in."

"Boredom is just as big an enemy as cold. Tucker's suggestion of taking rocks inside to pulverize and extract the gold-it's his way of staying busy. He spent two solid weeks last winter weaving us snowshoes."

"This winter, we can draw a board on wood or cloth and use rocks to make a game of draughts."

"We did that." The corners of Meredith's mouth twitched. "But that game grows tedious. Tucker came up with a different use for those rocks. He nearly drove me to distraction trying to learn to juggle them."

"Did he, now?"

Meredith shook her head. "Not really. He never did manage to keep three in the air. They'd fall somewhere, and he'd scoop up more. He wouldn't give up until he'd used up all the stones and they peppered the beds and floor."

"That's a man acting out of desperation. What did you do to keep busy?"

Laughter bubbled out of her. "I dodged stones."

After his laughter died down, Ian said, "You're a delightful la.s.s, Merry Smith."

"Look at the two of you," Abrams groused loudly.

Ian bristled at the old man's intrusion. Having just paid Merry a compliment, he wanted to follow up and say something more.

"Coulda invited me to lunch," Abrams continued on. "Since Tucker went to town, the bridge is spanning the river."

"But the bread I'm baking won't be ready until supper." Meredith stood. "Wouldn't you rather come tonight?"

"Now that's more like it! What else are you fixin'?"

"Why did you waste your breath to ask?" Ian slapped his hat on his head. "You know whatever Merry makes will be far better than anything you or I would rustle up."

Abrams shouted back, "I'm a better cook than you, Rafferty!"

"That's not saying much. Anyone's a better cook than I am."

"You more than make up for that lack with your farming and hunting." A pale pink suffused Meredith's cheeks. She swiped Ian's plate from his hands and walked away.

Ian fought the urge to dash after her. Instead, he made a quick round of the snares he'd set. Every last one lay empty. Lord, You know I'm falling in love with Merry. You own the cattle on a thousand hills. I'm not asking for a fatted calf, though. Couldn't You please see fit to fill my snares with a couple of hare or grouse? Don't let her confidence in me dwindle. She's always had Tucker to lean on. He's a fine man, Lord, but if Merry becomes my wife, she needs to see me as the one who can provide for her.

"Ian?"

"Ian?" Meredith called again as she walked around a stump. Spying him, she changed direction toward him.

He shot to his feet.

She glanced at the empty snare. Methodical as he was, she knew this would be the last one he'd check. Ian always went in a clockwise sweep of the traps and snares. His hands hung empty at his sides. "I know how important it is for you to be prospecting. Just because I said you're a good hunter, please don't feel I wanted you to bring in supper tonight."

"Sad fact is, nothing's caught yet."

"I was afraid of that-oh! Not that there wouldn't be anything. That you'd feel obligated to bring in the meat. We have a fair store of smoked fish, and I made several jars of confit with the squirrels you've gotten. I'll come up with something."

"We've hours to go before suppertime." His voice sounded strained. "I'll check the snares in a few hours."

"All right." She looked down at the dusty hem of her dress and then back at him. "The salad and bread are wonderful additions to our table, and we're thankful for each bite. Please don't think there's anything wrong with a plate of beans."

"Are you reminding me to be thankful for whatever we have?"

"If that's so, it's unintentional. I wanted to let you know that I'm thankful. Tucker and I are eating better now than we have since we came up here." As soon as she spoke, Meredith wanted to take back those words. "I didn't mean that the way it sounded. Tucker works hard, and we've done just fine."

"Your brother is a good man." Ian gave a definitive nod. "Hardworking, G.o.d-fearing, and he loves you."

Tension draining out of her, Meredith grinned. "Almost as much as I love him."

"I hold no doubt that he'd disagree." Ian dusted off his hands. "You're a rare woman."

Pleasure thrummed through her. "Thank you. That's kind of you to say."

"I'm not just saying it. I'm meaning it." He cast a look around them. "Since I've arrived, I've seen any number of miners tromp over here. You sew and do laundry and write letters for them. Every last one has spoken of marriage to you."

Her jaw dropped.

"Before you think I've eavesdropped, a handful have proposed to you in my presence, and Tucker told me the rest have done likewise. Know this, Meredith Smith: I'm speaking from an earnest heart, not out of flattery in hopes of gaining a wife to wash and mend my clothes."

"Oh." She wasn't sure what more to say.

"I'd best get back to work."

"Me, too." She watched him stride over to the smokehouse, hop down into the hole in the earth he'd been digging, and take up his pickax. So he's not attracted to me. Ian's the first man I've met in Alaska who appeals to me, and he doesn't even want a wife.

Chapter 12.

I did it. I finally told Merry I'm courting her. The way those strange men dump filthy, stinking clothes at her feet and ask her to be their wife-it shows no respect or caring. A huge chunk of rock yielded to the pickax. Thoroughly pleased with himself, Ian kept working. Now that she knows I appreciate her for her kind heart and lively spirit, she'll understand I'm different.

He'd work himself to death if necessary to be sure Merry had whatever she needed. To be sure, the la.s.s never wanted much at all, but Ian was determined. He'd hunt and farm so she'd never have to be satisfied with a meager meal, and he'd coax every last fleck of gold from the claim in order to provide for her.

Twice that afternoon he paused from work only long enough to drink water and check the snares. Empty. They remained empty.

Lord, I'm counting on You. Merry needs to see how I can provide for her.

A gunshot sounded.

Ian leapt from the hole and s.n.a.t.c.hed the shotgun he always kept within reach. "Merry, get in the cabin!"

"Git offa my claim!" Mr. Abrams shouted.

Instead of obeying Ian, Meredith came running toward him. Ian turned toward Abrams's claim and shoved Meredith behind his back.

"Settle down, you old geezer." A man stood in the middle of Abrams's claim. He held two huge salmon. "I'm fixin' to trade. Feller named Smith sent me."

"What do I get? You're on my property."

Meredith popped out from behind Ian. "Why, Mr. Abrams, letting him cross your property is your contribution to our supper tonight."

"Merry, get back behind me." Ian didn't wait for her to comply. He stepped in front of her.