Texan's Touch Page 5

  One thing his mother had taught him, a McLain never asked for help unless he could return the favor. Nichole and he were even, and Adam planned to keep it that way.

  She let out a long breath. “Then we’ll be leaving as soon as May’s found.”

  Adam stared into her dark green eyes and knew there were somehow words left to be said between them that would never have a time. She opened her mouth slightly, her action echoing his thoughts.

  “Adam!” Wes screamed above the storm. “Adam!”

  Adam bolted for the kitchen door with Nichole only a step behind. Wes’s tall form materialized through the gray rain. He carried May, covered with his coat. Her forgotten shawl dragged in the mud behind them.

  “Adam! Daniel! I found her!”

  Wolf ran ahead of Wes and opened the screen door as Dan jumped over the railing at the corner of the porch. When Wes stepped inside, he was dripping wet.

  “I found her in the darkness by the barn door.” He handed her to her husband. “She wasn’t crying or nothing, just curled up in pain.”

  Daniel held her close. “She’s never been able to open the barn door when the wind’s up.”

  “Get her in the bedroom, Dan!” Adam ordered. “We’ve got to keep her dry and warm. Nichole, see if you can start the fireplace blazing. I’ll bring the water and every lantern I can find.”

  For an instant brown eyes meet green. He silently asked for the help she’d offered earlier. She nodded slightly and followed Daniel into the bedroom.

  Adam turned his attention to Wes. “Get that blood off you and see how fast you can bring Doc Wilson out from town.”

  Wes looked down. Blood covered the bottom part of his shirt as thick as if he’d been gut shot. May’s blood!

  Wolf reached out an arm in time to break Wes’s fall. Both men crumpled to the floor like timbers falling.

  Glancing over his shoulder, Adam saw Wolf rise on one elbow. “Is he all right?” Adam asked as he pointed with his head toward his older brother.

  “Out cold.” Wolf laughed. “Some soldier. Can’t stand the sight of a little birthing blood.”

  Adam stared at Nichole as she passed with an armload of firewood. “Can you?”

  Her gaze met his once more in silent challenge. “I don’t know,” she answered honestly.

  “There’s one way to find out.” He motioned for her to follow him and yelled back from the other room. “Wake my big brother and ride to town with him, would you, Wolf? We need Doc Wilson as fast as he can get here.”

  “You bet, Doc.” Wolf dropped Wes’s head on the floor with a thud and went to get a bucket of cold rainwater from the barrel on the porch. “Come to supper and you join the family around here,” he mumbled.

  Adam fought down the panic as he moved to May’s side. She was cradled in Daniel’s arms, holding on to his hand with a tight grip.

  “It’s too early.” Daniel looked up at Adam. “She’s too little. What are we going to do?” Tears he wouldn’t allow to fall welled in his eyes.

  “We’re going to do our best,” Adam answered, knowing that if he didn’t keep Daniel busy, he’d have two brothers as patients, and Wolf wasn’t much of a nurse. “Help me get her out of these wet clothes and into a nightgown.”

  As the room warmed, May relaxed a little. She turned loose of Daniel’s arm and tried to smile between contractions. “I couldn’t find you when the pains started,” she whispered to Daniel. “I thought I lost you. I thought you were hurt somewhere in the dark and I wouldn’t be able to find you.”

  “Never.” He kissed her cheek, then shoved curls of hair from her forehead. “Adam’s here now. We’re going to have our baby soon. We’ve been through a great deal together and we’ll make it through this.”

  An hour passed. Everyone worked and waited. Nichole kept the fire hot, hauled water in and soiled sheets out. Adam timed the contractions and comforted May. Daniel never left her side, and Adam knew it would be a waste of time to ask him to leave. He could hear Wes and Wolf in the kitchen burning a supper no one would bother to eat.

  Dr. Wilson arrived with his usual good cheer, lightening the mood by assuring everyone that having a baby was a natural thing and nothing to worry about. But when he examined May, the lines around his mouth tightened. He glanced up at Adam, silently confirming Adam’s fear. Everything was not right. Her womb seemed stretched to the limit, but he could feel no baby aligning to be born.

  The night passed, one contraction at a time. May would grip Daniel’s hand, seeming to pass the pain to him. And Daniel took it, feeling all she suffered along with his own sorrow of watching her grow paler with each hour.

  Adam tried everything he could think of to help her. He shifted her position in the bed, easing her back. He talked Doc Wilson into helping him try and turn the baby. They talked about cutting across May’s abdomen, but Daniel wouldn’t hear of it. Adam didn’t insist. Even if they could get the baby out, there was a good chance she’d bleed to death before they could sew her up.

  He gave her honeyed whiskey to ease the contractions. Nothing worked.

  As dawn brightened the windows, Adam left the bedroom for the first time. He walked past Wes sleeping in a chair at the kitchen table and stepped outside.

  The storm had worn itself out, leaving the morning gray and humid. All the wounded he’d ever treated came rushing back to him. May’s suffering seemed to pile atop all the others, until Adam felt his shoulders snap from the load. He dropped on the first step and put his elbows on his knees, wishing he were a boy again and could go back to a time when Mama’s words could make everything all right. He wanted the world to make sense. He wanted the suffering to end.

  Adam wasn’t aware of Nichole until she stood just behind him.

  “Wolf left for town to send a telegram home,” she said matter-of-factly, handing him a mug of steaming coffee.

  “Trouble?”

  “The war may not be over so easy for us. We may have to fight for the land we left behind. Wolf and I will have no peaceful farm to go home to or profession like doctoring to fall back on. What becomes of a Shadow when the war ends? It’s not exactly a skill that we can continue in peacetime.”

  Adam felt sorry for her. She’d become an expert in something no longer in demand. “Thank you for helping out tonight. The McLains are in your debt. Name the time and we’ll pay you back.”

  “I don’t expect any payment.” Her words were sharp. “And I’m not sure I was much help. I could never have the kind of talent you have. You’re very gifted.”

  “No great skill. I don’t know if I want to be a doctor anymore,” he mumbled more to himself than her. “Maybe I should give the gift back.”

  “Picked a hell of a time to leave the profession,” she answered without sympathy.

  Leaning back against the porch railing, he felt her leg pressing lightly against his back. Neither retreated. The warmth of her nearby was reassuring.

  “Some doctor. I can’t do anything else for May.” He straightened slightly, still allowing his back to touch her leg, but letting her know that he wasn’t asking for compassion, only understanding.

  Nichole let out a long breath. Sympathy wasn’t a talent she’d had time to develop. “I guess that takes you out of the running for God, doesn’t it?”

  Anger sparked in him. She wasn’t giving an inch. He’d seen her comfort May again and again. She’d patted Daniel on the shoulder. She’d even brought old Doc Wilson a chair and bullied him until he’d sat for a while. But no kind words for him.

  Adam stood, tossing the coffee into the mud. “I’d better get back.”

  He wanted to yell that he knew he’d let her down. He wasn’t the grand doctor she thought him to be. She’d traveled all this way to see a hero, and he was only a man. A man who spoke of his doubt. Something he’d never do in front of her or any woman again.

  When he looked at her, she was staring out at the sunrise. She was a hard woman, he’d give her that. Her world had fallen apart, and
she hadn’t blinked at what might lie ahead. She’d seen things tonight that would have had most women fainting. That was the difference between her and Bergette. Not the dress, or the manners, or even the background-Bergette had no heart, while Nichole’s heart had turned to stone over the years of war.

  Wilson called Adam. Without a word, he left Nichole’s side, thinking that even if he declared himself in her debt, she’d probably die before she asked for help from him.

  “It’s time!” Wilson shouted again.

  Adam crossed the kitchen in three strides as May’s scream lacerated the silence and woke Wes. He jumped, toppling the chair backward and almost colliding with Nichole as she raced to the bedroom.

  She shoved Wes out of the way. He took a step to follow, but another scream from the bedroom seemed to bar him from entering.

  “I’ll check the horses!” he yelled to the open doorway, but no one answered.

  An hour later, Nichole stood in the shadows watching a second baby crown. May had grown too weak to push, and Daniel looked like he might pass out at any moment. Dr. Wilson put a bloody hand on May’s knee as he waited for the next contraction. Sweat dripped off his forehead and into his eyes where it blended with his tears.

  The old doctor wiped his face with a towel and glanced in Nichole’s direction. “As soon as this one is out, you do what Adam is doing with the first. I’ve got to help May. You and Adam will have to see these babies get to breathing clear. That’s most important, lest all this suffering be for nothing.”

  Nichole tried to force herself to breathe. She’d seen battlefields covered in blue and gray and blood, but she’d never seen anything like this.

  Wilson lifted the baby in the air as it wiggled and screamed in protest. He cut the cord and tied it, then handed the tiny bundle to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the afterbirth begin to emerge and moved quickly away, not sure she could breathe if she witnessed more.

  When Nichole reached Adam’s side, he took the newborn from her arms and handed her a baby already wrapped in a towel.

  “Keep this little lady warm.” He smiled at Nichole, as if he thought the messy creature was pretty. “I’ll clean up my other niece.”

  Nichole cradled the wiggling bundle close to her heart as she watched Adam work. He held the tiny baby in one hand and cleaned its mouth and let the lungs drain of fluid. Then he wiped the wrinkled flesh with a warm cloth and checked each limb.

  “They’re both perfect.” He glanced over his shoulder with a smile toward the new parents. “Daniel, you and May have yourselves two fine daughters.”

  Nichole watched the smile vanish from Adam. His face become a mass of sorrow when there was no answer from anyone near the bed.

  “No,” he cried.

  She followed the direction of his gaze.

  “No!”

  Dr. Wilson wept openly as he knelt on one knee and slowly raised the sheet over May’s face. “I saw her come into this world. Now it’s time for her to pass on to the next.”

  “No!” Daniel’s order shook the room. “Don’t leave me, May!”

  He buried his head in the pillow next to the covered outline of his wife and sobbed. Deep low sobs of a pain too great to bear.

  But the sheet separated their tears as death separated them.

  SIX

  IT WAS LATE afternoon as nichole watched the three brothers walk back from the small graveyard. They looked so much alike yet were so different. Wes with his hard exterior, Daniel with his silence, and Adam in his private war within himself. They walked almost shoulder to shoulder, yet each walked alone.

  “These babies got to be fed,” Wolf mumbled from the kitchen table where he sat staring at the twins nestled in two shoe boxes. “I wish everybody would get back and take over watching these two. I got to ride to town and check on any answer from the men.” He talked about those who served under him during the war as if they were still organized. In truth, only Tyler and Rafe stayed with Wolf, more because they had nowhere else to go than out of loyalty to any cause.

  “Doc Wilson drove to a farm just north of here to find a wet nurse,” Nichole answered her brother. “He should be back soon.”

  She almost laughed at Wolf. For a man who cared for little in this world, he’d done his share of fretting over the babies. Though the day had been warm, he’d insisted on the stove burning low just to keep any chill from creeping into the room. And he watched them even though he probably had no idea what to do if one cried out.

  “Wes offered me his room upstairs for the night. I think we should leave come morning,” Nichole mumbled. “It would feel good to have a night’s sleep in a bed before we board the train.”

  There was no reason to stay. She’d done what she planned to, she’d returned the bag and finished the kiss. Anything more had been daydreams on her part, for Adam had his life here. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected, or hoped. But finding Adam engaged to be married and with a sister-in-law delivering babies hadn’t crossed her mind. His thoughts were so full of worries, he’d hardly noticed her being in the house.

  Wolf spoke to the babies as he answered her. “We’ve got our own problems at home to worry over, and sorrow don’t want company around. Besides, that woman Bergette showed up for the funeral so I reckon she’ll stay here with the babies and take over the womanly duties.” He took a deep breath. “But we both could use a night’s sleep before starting home.”

  “Don’t bank on Bergette’s help,” Nichole whispered to Wolf as she heard Wes and Adam stomp onto the porch. The McLains entered, both looking exhausted. Nichole didn’t know what to say. She knew Adam blamed himself for May’s death, and Wes blamed the world, but she wasn’t sure how either would react if she tried to comfort them. Wes only needed time and a few more bottles of whiskey to recover. But Adam was a thinker who thought he needed no one. She’d never been around such a man.

  Bergette followed the brothers in when Adam held the door for her. She seemed far more concerned with removing her hat and veil without damaging her hair than with anyone’s grief or with taking over the care of the infants. She paid no notice to Nichole or anyone else as she walked to the washstand and faced the mirror.

  The sharp sound of an ax splintering wood pulsed through the air with a pop.

  Everyone paused listening as the sound came again, and again.

  “It’s Daniel,” Wes answered a question no one had voiced as he poured himself a mug of coffee, then laced it with whiskey. “He’s chopping down the barn door. Might level the entire barn before he’s finished.”

  No one said a word to hint that the action wasn’t totally normal. Nichole listened to the chopping, thinking that in some strange way it sounded like a heart beating. Dan hadn’t spoken since May’s death. At least the noise proved he was alive.

  Nichole watched as Bergette glared first at Adam, then Wes, with the pouty lip of a child. When neither looked in her direction, she stormed, “Aren’t you going to make him stop?”

  Wes didn’t bother to answer her and Adam only mumbled “No” as he looked at the now-sleeping babies.

  Bergette seemed to long-sufferingly endure two more blows, then she moved to the doorway in a sudden fit of displeasure. “I must be going,” she announced as though her exit were of some great importance. “I’ll send a cook over to help you tomorrow. And a housekeeper. Lord knows this place could use a good scrubbing.” Her gaze darted around the room from the handmade table and chairs to the clothes hanging on pegs along one wall.

  “Don’t bother,” Wes answered. “We can manage.”

  Bergette looked to Adam for a kinder reply, but he only held the door open for her.

  “I will see you tomorrow, won’t I?” she asked as she moved to the porch in a rustle of silk.

  “I don’t know,” Adam answered. “Tell your butler to drive you home slowly. The roads can be tricky this time of night.” He didn’t offer a touch or a kiss and neither did she.

  When Adam returned, Nichole did
n’t miss the hurt in his stare-a kind of pain that made his brown eyes seem stormy. A suffering like that of an animal who might turn on anyone who tried to help. She thought he looked as though something inside him was dying. Or maybe he’d protected and cherished a memory for years only to find it decayed and molded when he finally drew it out. Bergette’s lavender perfume suddenly smelled stifling like the smell of too many flowers at a wake.

  Wolf stood as soon as Bergette was gone and nodded toward Nichole as he reached for his hat. He’d be to town and back in the time it would take Bergette’s buggy to reach home and she wouldn’t see him pass her either way.

  Nichole closed her eyes, hoping the news he found would be good. Wolf had sensed trouble. The man who’d taken their land during the war would stop at nothing to keep it. She only hoped Tyler and a few of the others could make peace before Wolf and she returned. But the soft rain against the window seemed to wash away her hopes.

  Wes poured himself another cup of coffee and took Wolf’s place across the table from Adam. No one felt any need for conversation. Nichole curled into the chair by the window and listened to the rhythm of Dan’s chopping. Somehow, it was almost a song. A song too sad to have a melody.

  Just after dark, the old doctor arrived with a young girl. He’d loaned her his coat, but Nichole noticed her feet were bare and mud covered. The look of her reminded Nichole of the poor folks who lived far back in the Tennessee hills.

  Wilson explained quietly, as she looked at the babies, that she’d lost her month-old son three days ago. Apparently she’d never had a husband, and her pa had beat her regularly all during the pregnancy. “She’s simple-minded,” the doctor whispered. “But as sweet natured as they come. Her baby hadn’t been healthy since birth, but she’d taken care of him as well as any mother could. Even walked the four miles to town to bring him to the office several times, knowing her pa would beat her for not finishing her chores.”

  Adam knelt by where the woman sat with one of the babies on her lap. She seemed half woman, half child in her homespun dress and faded blue apron. “Hello.” He smiled. “My name’s Adam.”