cedar left in there.â Taking a sip of the coffee as she sat across from him, he smiled. âYou brew a strong cup.â
âIt wasnât so strong earlier. If youâd like me to make a fresh potââ
When he put his hand on her arm to keep her from jumping to her feet, he was astonished at the flash in her eyes. He had seen it before, but not on her face. Fear. He pulled his hand back.
âThe coffee is fine,â he said, although a dozen questions battered at his lips. His motion had been nothing more than polite, but her fingers quivered as she lifted her cup. Putting his own on the table, he added, âI want to thank you again for opening your door to us at this hour and for taking care of Fuzzball, Emma.â
âIâm glad I could help.â Emma drew in a deep, steadying breath. She was acting as frightened as a child and with just as little reason. âIn Haven, we try to be friendly neighbors.â
âSo youâve told me.â He swirled the coffee about in his cup. His expression became hard again. âToo bad I havenât seen much sign of that.â
She dampened her lips. âWhat did you want to tell me privately?â
âDo you know Leo Murray who has the farm next to mine?â
âOf course.â
âWhat do you know about him?â
She laughed without humor. âA lot.â
âWhat can you tell me?â
âI donât like to speak ill of peopleââ
âBut there isnât much good you can say about that crotchety old man.â
She rested her elbows on the table and let the steam from her cup billow into her face. Nightmares and night callers. She was going to be useless tomorrow. Fortunately it was Sunday, so she needed to worry only about not falling asleep at church. Reverend Faulkner might understand, but others would not. She tried to concentrate on what her unexpected guest was saying, but it was difficult when she wanted so desperately to yawn.
âYou believe Mr. Murray shot your dog?â she asked, clenching her teeth so the yawn could not escape.
âI know he shot Fuzzball.â
âBut why?â She gripped her cup and frowned. âMr. Murray is very protective of his animals. Did you let your dog get into his sheep?â
âThatâs what he says.â
âThen he had a right to scare your dog away.â
âBy shooting it?â He stood and drained his cup. Setting it in the dry sink, he shook his head. âThere are other ways to keep a dog from chasing sheep.â
Emma sighed. âLook, Noah, youâre new here, and I suspect youâre new to farming.â
âHow did you know that?â
âJust a guess, from your reaction to Mr. Murrayâs warnings. Did you used to live in a city?â
He hesitated, then said, âYes.â
She frowned, unable to guess why he would be so reluctant to answer such a harmless question. She was tempted to tell him she was probably the only one in Haven who would not pry into someone elseâs secrets. Nobody else would be as circumspect. Small town folks loved gossip.
âAre there lots of rules out here in the country I should know about?â he asked, leaning back on the dry sink.
She wished he had remained sitting. With the table between them, she could pretend not to notice the brawny muscles his wet shirt was unable to hide. He was as roughly hewn as the wood he worked with. Again she found herself staring at his hands. Only a man who loved his work would work hard enough to raise those calluses.
Taking a sip of coffee to keep herself from staring more, Emma said, âThere are plenty of rules out here in the country. Not like the rules in the city, where you need to know when and where to cross the street. Our rules have to do with making and keeping good neighbors.â
âAnd one of the first is not to let your dog chase your neighborâs sheep?â
âOne of the
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