Promises: Promises Prevail Part 3

He'd never lied to her.

"He's got a point," Doc agreed.

"All right, I'll rest."

Clint could tell from the a.s.sessment in her gaze as she looked around the little kitchen that their definitions of rest were worlds apart."All night," he clarified.

"I can't do that!" she gasped.

"Why the h.e.l.l not? It's not like you have a family to take care of."

Her chin set stubbornly. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"I can't tell you."

"Then I guess you're going to have to go with my plan."

"You're not my husband."

"No, I'm not. But I'm as close to a protector as you've got, and that gives me some play."

"I don't need your help."

"I am of a different opinion."

"Why do you always have to win?" She surged against his hand, ran into the barrier of his strength, and lost.

"Just ornery that way, I guess."

Danny growled, Doc laughed, and Clint caught her back against his chest.

"That's so unfair."

"Life is unfair." He turned her carefully in his arms.

"Where are the stairs to your room?"

There was a pause where she clearly considered nottelling him, but he caught her eye, and the rebellion died a quick death. With a jerk of her chin, she indicated the curtain in the right corner. The smug smile hovering around the corner of her mouth brought up his sense of challenge. Clearly, she thought she had him over a barrel. Why he had no idea, but he was reasonably sure it would occur to him soon enough.

"Brace yourself." He carefully put his hands under her legs, keeping the good one close to him, he stood, and the smug smile on her face disappeared into shock.

And then panic. Her arms flew around his neck.

"Don't drop me."

"Didn't have any intention of it." There was something very satisfying about unsettling Jenna. She went all fluttery, and her defenses dropped to the floor.

"I'm too heavy."

"No you're not." She wasn't a featherweight like Cougar's wife. She was definitely a lush tempting armful, but she felt good in his arms. "I'd say you're just about right."

She clearly didn't believe him. She held herself perfectly still in his arms and sucked her lip between her teeth. Her dimples were deep slashes in her cheeks and every sneak peek she took at his expression, looking for imminent signs of dropping, brought a spurt of genuine humor to his soul.Until he got to the curtain. As Doc held it aside for them, the smug smile was back on Jenna's face, and it was easy to see why. The stairway was simply too narrow for him to carry her through.

"Guess we'll just have to do things my way," she said in a very respectful tone that didn't fool him for an instant.

"Like h.e.l.l." He let her slide until her weight landed on her good leg. Before she could totally catch her balance, he put his shoulder into her stomach and hoisted her up and over.

He was halfway up the narrow flight before she started complaining. Even her protests were soft, the old wooden steps squeaked much louder than her voice.

There were only two doors at the top of the stairs. The one on the right was open. He picked that on a hunch. It played out. Doc's heavier tread came up behind him, followed by the clacking of Danny's nails.

He looked around the little room. There was a plain quilt on the bed, a single window, four hooks on the wall -two of which had a dresses hanging on them-and a chest at the foot of the bed. It was spotless and tidy and spoke deeply of the lack of anything real in Jenna's life that resonated with the emptiness that he felt inside. In some ways they were two peas in a pod. Happy on the outside. Empty on the inside. But at least now that herno-account husband was dead, Jenna had a chance to move on.

He set her down in front of the bed. Holding her shoulders, he balanced her as she sat. Her hair was falling out of its bun and her face was red, whether from being upside down or embarra.s.sment, he didn't know.

Didn't figure it mattered. Her eyes flashed to his legs, and then skittered up to his arms before glancing off to study the floor.

"You're very strong."

He tugged his s.h.i.+rt back into place and shrugged.

"Nah. You're just not that heavy."

She looked down at herself as if checking to see that they were talking about the same person, shook her hair off her face and then folded her hands in her lap. "I'll be okay now."

He wasn't leaving her alone. "I'll wait for Doc to make the decision."

He looked over his shoulder, fully expecting Doc to be there, but he wasn't. The door across the hall creaked.

"Oh no." Jenna was on her feet and moving. Clint caught her against him, taking her weight before she got to the second step.

A baby wailed.

She stiffened."You baby-sitting for someone?" he asked, enjoying the slide of her curves against him as he set her on the bed.

Jenna bit her lip and shook her head. Doc came through the door, the bottle of laudanum sticking out of his pants pocket and a tiny, blanketed bundle over his shoulder.

"Look who Danny found fussing in her..." he paused and looked to Jenna for confirmation. At her nod, he continued, "Her bed." Doc patted the baby's b.u.t.t.

"From the feel of things she needs changing."

"Oh no." Jenna slid to the edge of the mattress. Clint stepped forward, blocking her with his body.

"Whose baby is it, Jenna?"

Her chin set in a stubborn line, and she didn't meet his gaze. "Mine."

Doc didn't even break stride at the ridiculous proclamation. "Then I'd be guessing she wants her momma."

"You can't have children, Jenna." Clint pointed out, stepping back as Doc elbowed him in the gut. Jenna reached for the fussing bundle. From the noise level, the baby was working up to a wail.

Her voice as soft as down, Jenna curved her arms around the wiggling bundle. "Come here, sweetie."Doc stepped back, his gaze locked on Jenna, who cradled the child like she was a miracle.

"She can't have children," Clint pointed out again.

Forget the fact that he'd have noticed if she'd been pregnant.

Doc shrugged. "Sometimes G.o.d takes care of these things."

Jenna laid the now squalling infant on the bed.

Amidst a bunch of cooing and softly worded nonsense, Jenna unwrapped the baby.

"Is this why you left word you needed to see me, Jenna?" Doc asked.

"Yes." Jenna whispered. "Hush little baby." She looked up at Doc, her big eyes dark with worry. "She has a horrible diaper rash and I don't know how to fix it."

She held a sopping wet diaper out to the side clearly expecting Clint to take it. He did, dropping it immediately, stepping back quickly as it hit the floor with a wet splat. She glanced at him. "Could you get some fresh diapers from her room?"

He wasn't exactly sure what a diaper looked like, but from the sodden mess on the floor he was looking for squares of pale yellow cloth. When he got to the other room they were easy to find. They were folded neatly on the top of the chest of drawers. From the looks of things, she'd cut up one of her three dresses. The only one thatwas not wool. Her most comfortable. The one that made him think of her as a walking ray of suns.h.i.+ne. He picked up the stack and paused. If he needed any more proof that Jenna was serious about the baby, he had it.

As he came back into the room, Doc was leaning over the little girl.

"I'd say she's about a week old. Still got her umbilical cord. Healthy from the sound of those lungs.

Just needs a few things taken care of and she'll be right as rain. Where'd you find her?"

"She was left on my back step."

"No one around?" Doc asked, checking the baby's eyes.

"No."

Doc chucked the little one under her chin, "She's a beauty, but it's a cinch no one's going to want her."

Clint tossed the diapers on the bed. His "Why the h.e.l.l not?" coincided with Jenna's "I want her".

Clint shot her a look. There was no way she could take care of a baby alone.

Jenna leaned over and kissed the child. "She's just the most beautiful little girl in the world."

Doc stepped back, and Clint got his first good look at the baby.

It was quite a sight. And not for the faint of heart.Great shocks of black hair stood straight out from her tiny skull. Her face was red and blotchy, screwed up in another scream. Small pimples covered her everywhere and her tiny fists waved in desperation. Her little body was painfully thin, her ribs poking out from beneath her pale, red-brown skin, and her hip bones were prominent.

More distressing was the b.l.o.o.d.y rash covering her privates.

She was a tiny little mite, in a sad state of disrepair.

Indian-which didn't bode well for her future. Her scream hiccupped to a stop. She opened her bright blue eyes and looked at him for help, her lower lip trembling, puffing in and out between her gums. He knew it was only a factor of poor eyesight, but her hazy gaze seemed desolate.

And well it should. A half-breed little girl of questionable background didn't have a prayer in h.e.l.l of finding a future. Not without something upping the ante.

As he watched, Jenna stroked the little head, smoothing down the flyaway shocks of hair, smiling as they sprang back up. The little legs kicked and stretched, and her little arms seemed to reach out for him in a silent plea.

As if the last of her hope disappeared with his lack of response, that tiny little face crumpled.

"Ah h.e.l.l." He scooped her up. She was no bigger than a minute in his hands. A tiny, helpless, s.h.i.+vering dot with the deck stacked against her and nothing tostand between her and the big bad world out there. He eased her against his shoulder, using his hand like a blanket to warm her painfully thin body. She latched onto the collar of his s.h.i.+rt with her rosebud mouth and commenced sucking. Her shudders lapsed to s.h.i.+vers as she rested against his chest.

From the bed, Jenna watched him warily. Behind him, Doc pointed out the obvious. "No one's going to want a half-breed little girl in their midst."

Jenna's hands clenched to fists. "They won't have a choice."

"I'm afraid they will," Doc countered in his gruff voice.

Jenna set her chin and Clint caught a glimpse of the strength he knew she harbored. "She's mine."

"Saying it doesn't make it so unless you have the muscle to back it." Doc shrugged and snapped a diaper out into a triangle on the bed. "And while the townfolk will go through the motions of finding her a home, when no one steps forward to claim her, the town fathers will s.h.i.+p her off to one of those orphanages east of here."

"No!" Jenna stroked the little girl's back, her fingers catching on the ridge of Clint's palm before dropping off.

"I won't let that happen."

Clint cupped the small bottom a little firmer in his hand. Those orphanages were h.e.l.lholes, places of nohope. If the kids survived, they became slaves to factories. No future, no past, just an unrelenting h.e.l.l of the present. For however long it lasted.

Doc held his hands out for the little girl. Clint lifted her away, but as soon as her little body lost touch with his, she started to tense and puff. A quick glance down showed her lower lip flapping like a sheet in a wind. He resettled her and shrugged at Doc's puzzled look. "She still needs a minute."

Doc touched Jenna's shoulder kindly, every line on his face deep with regret. "They won't let you keep her Jenna, what with you being unmarried and all."

Jenna's big blue eyes locked on the baby. Tears washed their bright color and spilled onto her cheeks.

Against his shoulder, the little one started fussing. He cradled her on her back in his two hands, and looked down into her face. On a little hiccoughing sob, she stared back at him, her midnight eyes br.i.m.m.i.n.g with desolation. He looked at Jenna, her eyes br.i.m.m.i.n.g with the same panicked desperation, and lastly at Doc.

His uncle didn't look sad or upset, just expectant, the way he always did when he was waiting for him to do the right thing. Ah h.e.l.l, they were ganging up on him. He handed the little girl to Jenna, who clutched her close, buried her face in the little one's neck and whispered, "I won't let them take you away.""So the bottom line is, without a husband, there isn't a prayer in h.e.l.l that Jenna can keep b.u.t.ton," he said, watching the two women-one full grown and the other new, both too good to be true.

Doc's "No" was matter of fact. Jenna's "Watch me"

was a growl of determination.

This growl from his timid little Jenna who never said boo to a ghost. She must want the baby very much. He tipped her chin up. When her gaze didn't rise to his, he tapped her nose with his thumb until it did. "So I take it you're dead set on keeping her."

"Yes."

"Then you need a husband."

Panic flickered over her determined face. "I'll find one."