Hope Springs (30 page)

Granny leaned around to look out the window. Whoever stood there was motioned inside. A moment later, Joseph Archer stepped across the threshold.

“Is Katie here?” The question wasn’t casual at all. Joseph actually looked concerned.

“She most certainly is,” Granny answered. “Has something happened?”

Joseph looked between the two of them. “She didn’t tell you?”

His tone had Tavish on edge. Something had happened, just as he’d suspected. He moved quickly down the corridor. Katie was keeping something from them, something Joseph was aware of and concerned about. “Katie?”

She opened her bedroom door. Her look was questioning, but she didn’t speak.

“Joseph Archer is here,” he said. “He seems to think there is reason to be concerned about you.”

Tavish watched her closely. Her color dropped off further. Her gaze shifted up the corridor.

“Finbarr must have told him,” she mumbled.

“Told him what?”

Katie walked uncertainly into the room where the others waited, Tavish close on her heels.

“Hello there, Joseph.” Her tone was hesitant.

Did she expect to be scolded? What in heaven’s name had happened? And why hadn’t she told
him
about it?

Joseph crossed the room, stopping directly in front of her. He slipped his hand under her chin, tipping her face so the small cut under her eye was more visible. He’d known about the cut.

“Does it hurt much?” Joseph asked.

She gave the tiniest shake of her head. “It looks worse than it is.”

Joseph kept her chin in his hand. “And he didn’t hurt you? You swear to me he didn’t lay a hand on you?”

“What?” Tavish blinked in surprise. Someone had hurt Katie? “Who?”

They both ignored him.

“He only followed me,” Katie said. “He near frightened the very life out of me, but he didn’t hurt me.”

“Katie Macauley, what is going on?” Someone had followed her around, scaring her? Why was he only just hearing about this, and from Joseph instead of from her?

Her attempt to remain unconcerned fell far short of believable. “Bob Archibald only wanted to be a troublemaker—”

“Bob Archibald?” Tavish’s stomach fell to his feet. His fists pulled tight.

Joseph lowered his hand from Katie’s face but didn’t step away. “Archibald followed her on the walk home. Finbarr saw him chase her into my barn and went in after him.”

Tavish would have to thank his brother the next time he saw him.

“Finbarr came in with an axe,” Katie added. “Very effective.”

“Why didn’t you come inside the house instead of the barn?”

“Because your gem of a housekeeper wouldn’t let me in.” Katie’s tone had lost some of its distress.

Joseph frowned. “Did you explain that you were being followed?”

“I wasn’t given the opportunity.”

Tavish jumped into the conversation he was quite thoroughly being left out of. “If you’re being followed, Katie, something has to—”

Another knock interrupted him.

Granny looked through the window. Her eyes grew wide. “Saints preserve us,” she muttered, and crossed herself.

“Who is it?” Tavish hadn’t seen her react that way to a visitor before.

“Jeremiah Johnson,” she whispered.

Johnson? On the Irish Road? What in heaven’s name was happening?

Katie took an audible breath. She looked almost ashen.

“I’ll talk to him,” Tavish said.

“No.” She stopped him with a hand on his arm, her eyes firmly fixed on the closed door. “He’s come to talk to me, I’m certain of it.”

“You have had a difficult day already,” he insisted.

“I’ve strength enough for this.” Katie stepped past him, nervous but determined.

“Katie—”

Joseph cut across his words. “I think she knows her own capabilities, Tavish.”

“This is none of your concern,” Tavish said.

“Oh, I think it is.”

“Hush, both of you,” Katie shot back over her shoulder.

She opened the door. Mr. Johnson stood on the other side, his hat in his hands. The man actually looked the slightest bit humble, something Tavish had never seen from Jeremiah Johnson in all the years he’d known him.

“Good morning to you, Mr. Johnson,” Katie said. “Have I neglected something at the mercantile?”

He shook his head. “I needed to talk to you.” Mr. Johnson’s gaze took in the others in the room. “In private, if that is permissible.”

Katie nodded silently and stepped out onto the porch.

“I don’t like this,” Tavish said. “She shouldn’t have to face him alone.”

“Katie is resilient,” Joseph insisted. “And Johnson won’t do anything when she’s on her own porch with several people within earshot.”

“Spoken like someone who hasn’t been on the receiving end of Johnson’s ire.”

Joseph looked unimpressed. “Johnson has been angry with me plenty of times. He can be nasty, but he’s not a fool.”

“I’d beg to differ.”

“Perhaps you didn’t notice, Tavish, but he came here not blowing steam out of his ears, but
asking
to speak to Katie, talking to her with more than a hint of civility.” Joseph’s calmness was maddening. “I’ve spoken with Katie many times of late about her interactions with her employer, and things between them have improved dramatically. There really is no reason for worry.”

“I don’t trust him.”

“But marching out there with fists flying will only make things worse,” Joseph said.

Tavish stepped directly up to the man, nearly nose to nose. “Who put you in charge of Katie’s welfare?”

Granny shushed them loudly. “I declare, the two of you are worse than a couple of tomcats fighting over a molly. If you’d stop your screeching for one minute I could open the window and listen in.”

Tavish didn’t look away from Joseph. The man didn’t look away from him, either. They’d never spoken their rivalry out loud, but Tavish knew it was well and truly there.

Cold air seeped inside in the next moment, as did Katie’s voice. Tavish glanced toward the window, now open the slightest bit.

“I’ve done good work for you, sir. You cannot deny that.”

“I’m not denying it,” Mr. Johnson said. “I have no complaint with your work; I simply don’t need you any longer. As I said, my son will soon be done with his deliveries for the season, and he can do the work that—”

“I’m not a simpleton, sir. Please don’t treat me like one.” She didn’t speak with anger. Her voice was calm.

Tavish stepped closer to the window, listening.

“Mr. Archibald told me in clear language that he meant to see to it you fired me. Seems he was successful.”

Archibald had managed to get her fired on top of everything else. Tavish reached for the doorknob. He’d give Johnson a piece of his mind.

Joseph Archer moved to lean against the door, preventing it from being opened.

“Joseph.” He kept his voice quiet so he’d not be heard through the open window. “Katie needs—”

“She is holding her own, Tavish. Let her keep at it.”

“You’re tossing her to the wolves?”

Joseph eyed him challengingly. “She is not out of her depth. Let her handle her own difficulty.”

Katie’s voice floated inside. “Mr. Archibald will spread his anger about—that’s his way—but I thought you a better man than that, Mr. Johnson.”

“I am letting you go because of what Bob said, but not because he said I should.”

“I don’t understand.”

How was Katie keeping her head in the face of all this? She’d summoned the courage to ask for a job in the first place from a man who’d declared he’d never hire Irish. Now she’d lost that position because of the Reds’ hatred. Still, her voice was calm and collected.

“I saw something in Bob Archibald’s eyes that worries me,” Mr. Johnson said. “It was more than anger toward y’all. There was pure hate there.”

“Hate you’ve decided to bow to,” Katie pointed out.

“No. Believe me, Miss Katie, it’s not that.”

Miss Katie?
The man was actually speaking respectfully to an Irishwoman. What kind of miracle had Katie wrought?

“If you keep working at my place, he’ll only grow angrier,” Mr. Johnson said. “I can’t vouch for what he might do. I’m honestly worried for you should you continue in my employ.”

An anxiety Tavish hadn’t known in some time settled over him.

“Let me out, Joseph,” he whispered pointedly.

Joseph shook his head. “She’s getting through to him. Don’t interrupt now.”

He had a point, as much as Tavish didn’t want to admit it.

“If you disapprove of the things he does, Mr. Johnson, why don’t you tell him so?” Katie asked. “Why is it no one will stand up to him?”

“For likely the same reason none of y’all can talk sense into Seamus Kelly. The two of them can talk their way in and around and over near about anything.”

Mr. Johnson had the right of it. Tavish had no intention of telling him as much, though.

“It seems to me, sir, that someone is going to have to stand up to one or the both of them or someone is going to get hurt, or worse.”

There was silence on the porch after that. Silence inside the house as well.

“Thank you, Mr. Johnson, for coming and explaining in person. It takes a bit of the sting out. And please thank Mrs. Johnson and Marianne for their kindnesses to me these past weeks.”

Kindnesses?
Had the Johnsons truly been kind to Katie? Tavish would never have believed it even thirty minutes earlier. But after hearing this conversation, he began to wonder.

A moment later, Joseph stepped back as the door swung open. Katie’s eyes darted from Joseph to Tavish to Granny, then back through all of them.

“How are you bearing up, Katie?” Tavish asked.

She sighed, long and deep. “Sometimes I hate this place.” On that declaration, she walked past them and disappeared down the corridor.

She hated Hope Springs. Katie had given up her dream of returning to Ireland to stay there, and she hated it.

Tavish followed her path all the way to the open door of her bedroom. “Katie?”

She sat on her low bed, shoulders slumped. “I’ve had a hard day.”

“Would you like to go for a walk?” he asked. “I could tell you a few of those stories that always make you laugh.”

She didn’t move to join him, didn’t even look up. “I’m not wishing to laugh just now, Tavish.”

“In my experience, that is often the time when you most need to.”

She didn’t respond, but simply sat still, her eyes unfocused.

He sat gingerly on the edge of the bed. For the first time in a long time, he was unsure of his welcome.

“Perhaps a walk without the stories,” he suggested. “That might at least lighten your heart a little.”

“I thank you for that, but I just need to sit here and think for now.” She looked over at him. The sadness in her eyes stabbed at him.

“I can’t bear to see you hurting like this, Sweet Katie.” He took her hand in his. “What can I do to take it away?”

Her gaze returned to the small window high on her wall. Her brows pulled tight again, a tenseness in her stooped posture. Clearly he hadn’t helped.

“Katie?”

“I need to let my heart hurt and my mind fret. If I don’t, the pain and the worry will only grow.”

He rubbed his thumb along the back of her hand, wishing she would look at him again. “You don’t want me to cheer you up?” The remark was half teasing, half worry.

“Not right now.”

The reply settled like a weight on his chest. Cheering people up was who he was, what he did. ’Twas his role in life, the thing he was best at. If she didn’t want that, what did he have to offer her?

“Do you want me to go?” He hoped the answer was no.

Her look was apologetic. “I think I would like some time alone.”

“Ah.” If that was what she wanted, he could give it to her. He rose, but his heart seemed to drop. She didn’t want him there. He didn’t think that had ever happened before. “I’ll see if I can do anything for Granny before I go.”

She nodded.

“And I’m right up the road if you need anything.”

He hesitated at the door. Would she call him back? Would she say she needed his teasing and his smiles after all?

But she didn’t.

Joseph stood at the end of the short corridor.

“Katie says she wishes to be left alone just now,” Tavish said.

Joseph ignored him and stepped into Katie’s room. Tavish remained just outside the doorway, sorely tempted to step back in and send Joseph packing.

“Can I do anything for you, Katie?” Joseph asked.

I offered to help, Joseph,
Tavish silently told his rival.
She only wants to be left alone.

“Do you know, Joseph, before coming here, I’d never once been fired from any job.” Her tone was equal parts frustration and sadness. Tavish ached to hear it.

“I hope, even with how thickheaded we all are around here, that you are still happy you chose to stay,” Joseph said.

“Oh, I am. I’m only discouraged, is all.”

Tavish leaned back enough to look through the doorway. Joseph stood by Katie’s window, while she still sat on her bed. They weren’t touching. Katie wasn’t even looking up at him. Joseph didn’t appear to be making any more progress than Tavish had.

“Is there anything I can do for you before I go?” Joseph asked again.

Katie shook her head. “I mean to sit here and wrap my mind around this latest frustration. I’ll be right as rain soon enough, I’m sure of it.”

“If it helps at all,” Joseph said, “you have done more good here than I think you realize.”

She gave Joseph a fleeting and somewhat forced smile. His reassurance didn’t appear to be entirely believed. But then Tavish’s attempts to lift her spirits hadn’t been successful, either.

Joseph left shortly thereafter, with a parting word for Granny and a quick nod for Tavish. Hoping for another chance to speak with Katie, Tavish stayed and helped Granny for the next half hour. Katie never came out of her room. Easing burdens had always been a talent of his, the best thing he had to offer others. But Katie was growing more and more weighed down, more and more burdened, and he didn’t know how to help her.