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chaos.
    “Who?” Jo demanded.
    “Why, Jack Elder’s brother,” the reverend declared. “I heard he was driving a herd of cattle from Texas.”
    Ely planted an elbow on the mantel. “When did this happen?”
    “Last month or so. Haven’t heard anything in a while.”
    “Longhorns, I suppose?” Ely ran a thumb and forefinger along his silver-streaked beard. “Huh. I guess there’s good grazing land on the other side of the creek. He better move quick. There’s talk of closing the borders farther east. Those longhorns bring Texas Fever.”
    “Does he have any kids?” Maxwell asked from the doorway.
    The adults fell instantly silent at his sudden announcement. Not a one of them had noticed his arrival.
    “Back outside.” Edith broke the impasse and shooed the youngest McCoy toward the porch. “The adults are talking.”
    “Sounds like you’re arguing.”
    “It’s a heated discussion. You and Cora play with the kittens until I call you.”
    “I still say you’re arguing,” Max grumbled, but dutifully latched the door behind him.
    Edith straightened the doormat with her heel. “It’ll be nice having an Elder on the land again. We should check the roof before he gets here.”
    Ely grunted. “Enough. It doesn’t matter right now who owns the old Elder farm. What matters is what’s going to happen to Cora.”
    Visibly shaking off the distraction, Edith straightened her collar. “I don’t think Marshal Cain has much of a choice. Keeping law in this town is unpredictable. If a judge looks at a husband and wife, also relatives, compared to a single man. A single lawman. ” She paused. “How can he think Marshal Cain is the best choice?”
    “I am the best choice.” The marshal punctuated each word with emotion. “I love her. I don’t want her because she comes with a pile of money. I’ve been raising her for a week. We’re struggling, sure. But I’m trying. I’ll try harder.”
    Jo groaned as her ma set out the plates for supper. Heaven forbid Edith McCoy let a simple little thing like the ruin of a man’s life disrupt a meal.
    “What if you’re called away?” Edith slid a plate across the table. “It took us almost a week to find you when we received the telegram about Cora.”
    The marshal made a sound of disgust.
    Panic welled in Jo’s throat. Didn’t they see how much Marshal Cain and his niece needed each other? Her ma was more concerned with propriety than love.
    Jo clenched her hands on the table. “I can help out if he’s called away. Cora knows me.”
    “That’s only one of his problems.” Edith added flatware next to the plates with infuriating precision. “His job is dangerous. What if something happens? If he’s wounded or worse. Who will take care of Cora then?”
    Marshal Cain slapped his hat on his head. “I’m not giving up my girl.” He gestured dismissively toward Reverend Miller. “If some judge in Missouri....” He glanced pointedly around the room. “Or anyone else tries to take my child, they’ll have a fight on their hands.”
    His expression scornful, Marshal Cain strode toward the door.
    The room erupted into noisy chatter once more as everyone began talking and gesturing in overlapping conversations.
    “There’s a perfectly obvious solution—” Edith began.
    “Obvious to whom?” the reverend interrupted.
    “You talk to him.”
    Ely touched his chest. “Me?”
    Jo stomped her boot. “This is getting us nowhere.”
    Her pa’s head swung between the competing conversations. The reverend flailed his arms at Ely while Edith pointed a finger at her husband.
    Jo brushed past them and blocked the marshal’s exit. “Let’s get hitched.”
    “What?”
    “You heard me.” Jo declared. “Let’s get married.”

Chapter Five
    S hocked by her own words, Jo froze. Immediate silence descended on the room. Marshal Cain’s jaw dropped. For several long moments nothing stirred the air except the steady tick, tick, tick of the clock on the mantel.
    Jo