Joe's Wife by Cheryl St.john Read Free Book Online Page B

Gwynn had come to this ceremony. None of the other church members. If her hired hands and Tye's two friends hadn't come, no one would have witnessed their marriage.
    Tye stepped into the small cloakroom with Reverend Baker, and Meg realized he was paying him for the ceremony. "Come sign the certificate, Meg," the reverend called easily.
    A few minutes later, they stood outside the building, and the surroundings seemed oddly ordinary compared with the rest of this surreal day. "Well," she said. "Do we need to go get your things?"
    Tye nodded.
    Gus pulled up the wagon, Purdy riding in the bed, then got down and climbed in beside Purdy, leaving Tye and Meg to climb onto the springed seat.
    "You know Gus and Purdy?" she asked.
    "Worked roundups with 'em," Tye said, nodding to the two older men. "Guess we'll be working the ranch together now."
    Purdy leaned forward and shook Tye's hand, mumbling his congratulations. Tye took the reins and drove the team to Banks's Boardinghouse. Meg and her hands stood, preparing to get down, but Tye stopped them with an upraised palm. "I'll be right back."
    "We'll help," Meg offered in bewilderment.
    "Don't need help."
    She exchanged a glance with Gus, then sat back down. Tye eased himself to the ground carefully. A few minutes later he returned carrying a saddle and saddlebags, a bedroll and two rifles. He wore his hat and had strapped his gun belt to his hips. He stashed the saddle and bags in the back, the rifles under the seat, climbed back up and took the reins.
    Meg said nothing. She'd been in his rented room once, yet she hadn't realized he owned nothing more than these few possessions. A man didn't need much, she guessed.
    He made another stop at the stables for his horse, tied it behind the wagon and led the team out of town. They didn't speak more than a few words on the ride home, Meg knowing that the two old men were seated behind them and that any awkward thing they might say would be overheard.
    Tye couldn't get the image of Meg's shock and confusion over the ring out of his mind. Had she planned to wear her first husband's ring even though she was marrying him? No, she must've just forgotten. But it bothered him.
    She'd stared at that gold band on her hand, and he'd stared at it, too, knowing it was worth a lot more than the silver one he'd loaded fertilizer for four nights to earn.
    And then, as if she'd been sacrificing an arm, she'd worked the ring from her finger and allowed him to replace it. No one in attendance believed theirs was an alliance of love and passion, so he had nothing to hide. But the fact that she'd worn Joe's ring to their wedding seared a new, yet familiar brand of humiliation into his previously callused hide.
    Tye observed the land they reached and the meager assortment of buildings with mixed emotions. Legally this land was his now. Morally, it was Meg's. They'd struck a bargain. His entire life he'd never owned anything worth more than a rifle or a horse. He'd never had a place to call home or to sink time and sweat and energy into. He meant for this to be that place.
    And he meant to do right by Meg and by their agreement.
    Gus took the team and Tye retrieved his things.
    Meg led him into the house.
    The kitchen, smelling of warm bread, took up the entire back half of the structure. An enormous cast-iron stove stood at one end of the room. Two long trestle tables, lined end to end, occupied the center of the floor, benches along their lengths. The other side of the long room held a fireplace, a rocker and a few mismatched, overstuffed chairs. That area, which opened into an L-shape, shared the fireplace with whatever lay beyond the doorway.
    Meg removed her bonnet and gloves and set the small package on the table.
    Tye deposited his belongings near the door.
    "I'll show you the rest of the house," she said matter-of-factly.
    He followed her down the length of the room to the bottom of the L. The space around the corner held a sofa and chair, an oak