Chapter 18: The Dance

It was extremely out of character for Edward to so impulsively kiss his wife in front of his men but he couldn't help himself. She was stunning. All he ever wanted to do was touch her, to hold her. That afternoon by the river, he spent more time gazing her as she slept than reading his book. The possibility that she was pregnant with his child sent his protective nature into overdrive. Tonight, he was going to lay his bed roll right outside of that wagon. He doubted he'd sleep.

As they walked across to the dance he noticed Jacob Black appear from the shadows of the saloon porch. He was going to keep a close eye on him. He didn't like the way he looked at his wife.

He had expected some reaction from him concerning Rose's bunking in with Bella and Alice, but had heard nothing. He hoped Jacob wouldn't raise a ruckus over it. The girls seemed to be getting along well and it would be a shame if Jacob spoiled their time together.

He had talked to Cookie about Miss Black and wasn't actually sure how he felt about their conversation.

"Miss Rosalie and I are courtin'," Cookie confirmed.

"But I thought she said differently awhile back."

Cookie smiled at Edward and just shook his head. "A woman has the right to change her mind."

"What about her brother?"

"Miss Rosalie is of age and is independent of her brother. He has nothing to say about her doings and if you ask me, he has neglected his responsibilities towards Miss Rosalie ever since his Pa died."

Edward was surprised and had wished him the best of luck. There was something going on at the Black ranch and he felt uneasy about it. Yes, it would be wise to keep an eye on Jacob.

As soon as they entered the dance hall, a large framed lady of middle years rushed up to them, exclaiming, "Oh, Mr. Cullen, what a lovely bride you have! I have been on pins and needles waiting to meet her!"

"Mrs. Cope, it is my pleasure to introduce you to my wife."

He looked at Bella and added, "Isabella, Mrs. Cope and her husband run the General Store. She's also the president of the Bear Valley Cultural Association that organizes these events."

"It is indeed a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Cullen. You must, of course, join the Association. It is a refining influence in this town. We need you."

Bella was flustered. How could she participate in an organization when she rarely came town in the first place? "I am honored that you would ask me, ma'am, but I am not sure I would be a good candidate for such a thing."

"Oh, pshaw, of course you would. But don't worry about that now. The dance is starting. We've dedicated the first number to you. Would you and your husband be so kind as to head the set?"

Bella looked helplessly at Edward who just smiled and shrugged. "We'd be honored ma'am. What sort of dancing do you do here?"

"I am sure it isn't as elegant as you are used to, Mrs. Cullen, we do no minuets here! But we need not disappoint. We have a gay time with our reels and squares. We even have a waltz or two."

As Bella wouldn't know how to do a minuet either, she was glad to say, "I assure you, Mrs. Cope, I am greatly looking forward to it.

Turning to her in-laws, she said, "We have guests with us. Please allow me to introduce my brother-in-law and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Jasper Cullen."

Mrs. Cope gushed over Jasper and Alice while Bella squeezed Edward's arm just to reassure herself that he was there. He must have felt her trepidation, so he covered her hand with his other one and smiled down at her. He knew that she'd be the belle of this ball.

He whispered in her ear, "Just make sure you save me the first waltz."

She looked at him in surprise. Didn't he expect her to dance all the dances with him? "Edward, I was expecting to dance only with you."

"Now, Bella, you can't come to a dance where there are about ten men to every lady and only dance with only one of them, even if it is me. I think if I were to be so selfish, I'd start a riot here."

She colored a bit and remembered being more of a wall-flower back in Virginia for the opposite reason and she also remembered how grateful she was to be asked to dance no matter who did the asking. Sitting and watching was fine once in a while, but not for the whole of the evening. She nodded back at Edward as they took their place at the head of the line.

The livery stable made an adequate ball room. Although roughhewn, it had wooden floors and a large central open area that was conducive to dancing. In preparation for the dance, they turned all the cattle out to pasture, removed all the wagons and buggies except for one low wagon that would serve as a stage for the musicians.

After scouring the building, bales of hay were brought in and were covered with blankets to serve as seating, the pillars and beams were decorated with streamers and flowers and one long, table was set up to serve for refreshments and punch.

The musicians were warming up and the hall was practically filled. Bella saw the men did outnumber the women quite significantly but there were several women there. She was looking forward to meeting them.

The Master of Ceremonies was helped up into the wagon and he called for the attention of the assembly. "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen and welcome to our little soiree. We have among us some new faces that we'd like to welcome. Hopefully, this will be the first of many occasions that we will welcome them in our midst."

He cleared his throat and gestured to where Bella and Edward were standing. "We'd like to congratulate Mr. Edward Cullen for his recent marriage to a lovely Virginia gal. We hope your marriage is a happy and fruitful one."

There were general catcalls and clapping at that and Edward lifted his hand in acknowledgement while Bella smiled and blushed as she dipped a small curtsey.

The M.C. went on, "In honor of Mrs. Cullen, we are starting the night off with a Virginia Reel. Maestro?" He looked towards the caller and then left the stage.

The caller stood to the front of the wagon and said, "Alright you fine ladies and dashing gentlemen, calling for the Vir-ginnn-i-a Reeeel."

The ladies, headed by Bella, lined up in a line facing the men, led by Edward. There were enough couples for two sets of seven, Bella was pleased to note.

The caller called, "Honor your partner" and immediately the two lines curtsied and bowed to each other at the sound of the chord.

The sprightly tune of "Rattlin' Bog" began and the caller called out "Right hand, round" and the couples raised their right hands to touch as they skipped clockwise around each other.

"Left Hand Round" caused them to switch hands and go in the other direction.

"Do-si-do" meant to circle again but this time with their arms folded in front and back. Bella smiled gloriously as she passed round her husband and he grinned back, happy but not surprised to note how light of foot she was.

"Head lady and Foot gentleman forward and back." Now it was time to look down the line and see who would dance this part with Bella as she moved forth catty-cornered down the line to meet half way with the gentleman from the foot.

Edward's grin turned to a grimace as he noticed their foot gentleman was none other than Jacob Black. Well, he resolved, there wasn't much Edward could do about it except watch.

"Mrs. Cullen," Jacob acknowledged when they met in the middle.

"Mr. Black," she replied as the movement of the dances propelled them back into their places.

"Head lady and foot gentleman, do-si-do."

They danced down the row and circled each other.

Jacob ventured, "'Tis a beautiful evening, Mrs. Cullen."

"That it is, sir." And then they parted to return to their partners. It was Edward's turn to go forward so, he couldn't truly evaluate Bella's reaction to Jacob but he hoped for the best. Truly, what could the man do on a crowded dance floor?

The dance went on and Edward was able to introduce Bella to many of the gathering, especially the ladies. He was aware that women needed feminine company to be completely at ease in life, no matter how happy in their marriage. But Bella could do no more than briefly meet her neighbor ladies before she was swept off to dance with one or another of the gentlemen waiting their turn with her. Alice was as sought after, too, and Jasper and Edward frequently found themselves watching their smiling wives being swung around the room by enthusiastic cowboys.

Edward was able to claim his waltz, however, and took the advantage of it by waltzing Bella out the open doors into the street to a dark nook where he kissed her with all the pent up emotion he had been suppressing that evening.

Bella laughed and said, "Edward, your rascally nature is showing itself."

"I can't help it." He kissed her again. "How are you feeling? Not too tired, I hope?"

"No. I feel fine. I am enjoying myself. Everyone has been most welcoming."

"They should. You are a flower among the thorns."

"You are too fond of me to be objective."

Edward just shook his head and smiled. He heard the waltz music end and said, "We need to get back inside, else we'll have a stream of fellows out here looking for you."

Bella laughed as he whisked her back into the faux ball room to the eager arms of her next partner.

She was catching her breath at the end of a reel when the tunes of another waltz struck up. She turned around to look for Edward and stumbled into Jacob Black's arms.

"Oh, pardon me, Mr. Black. I didn't know you were there."

"My pardon will be easy to earn, Mrs. Cullen."

"How is that?"

"By letting me dance then next dance with you."

"This one right playing right now?"

"Of course."

Bella felt a little uneasy but she couldn't think of a good reason to deny him so she simply held out her hands and Jacob pulled her out onto the floor. There was one thing she could say about Jacob, he was a marvelous dancer. His waltz was as smooth as glass. Bella was beginning to let go of some of the natural anxiety she felt whenever she was around Mr. Black.

She smiled up at him and asked, "Do you always come to these Preacher Sunday dances?"

"Only if there's someone I want to dance with here, as well." He looked down into her eyes significantly and that's about all it took for her anxiety to reappear triple fold.

"You are a fine dancer, Mr. Black. I can see why there'd be scores of ladies hoping to dance with you."

"Scores of ladies don't interest me. Dancing isn't all that I am good at."

Every word he said seemed to have innuendo attached to it. He pulled her imperceptively closer and tightened his grip on her hand. She was beginning to feel very uncomfortable.

He leered down at her, "Do you frequently go in swimming, Mrs. Cullen?"

Bella was surprised. "In swimming! Why would you ask?"

"A few weeks back, I heard some gun fire when I was out at the northern boundary of my land and went to investigate. Imagine my surprise when I saw what must have been a water nymph frolicking in the watering hole up the mountain. Did you enjoy your activities up there, Mrs. Cullen?"

Bella was scarlet and repeated in a faint voice, "Activities?"

"Imagine my shock when I saw my beautiful nymph be ravaged by a hulking satyr. It was quite a scandalous scene, I do assure you."

Jacob must have seen her and Edward swimming and making love by the pond that day. Bella was mortified.

"Mr. Black, I am distressed that you'd mention such a private thing to me that you accidentally witnessed. A gentleman would have left as soon as he realized what he had stumbled upon."

"Oh, but Mrs. Cullen, I am no gentlemen and from what I witnessed, you are no lady."

The man was insufferable. Bella's embarrassment was fast changing to anger. She stopped dancing and pulled herself from his arms. She glared into his black eyes and simply turned on her heel and walked off the dance floor.

Immediately, Edward was there to take her arm. "Bella, what happened?"

"That man is despicable!"

"What did he do?" Edward's voice was stern.

Jasper walked to Edward's side. He had seen what had happened on the floor as well. Bella was livid but she was very aware that the eyes of the entire assembly were on her and she didn't want to do anything to further her embarrassment.

She remembered how idyllic the picnic to the meadow had been and now Jacob had sullied it. Tears arose in her eyes which made her even angrier. Why on earth did she cry when she got mad? It was so frustrating.

She heard a disturbance behind her. Cookie had Jacob by the arm. "You sidewinder, you ain't worth my spit." He pulled Jacob towards the back door of the hall to throw him out but Jacob was able to pry himself free and then take off on his own.

Several men gave chase and Bella turned back to her husband and said, "I don't know what to do."

It was evident to Edward, that their evening was over. Nodding to Jasper, he led Bella back to camp. Once they were private, he asked, "Bella, what happened?"

Her voice was stifled, "I can't tell you."

"Why not?" Edward's concern was fast growing out of control. Whatever had happened must have been beyond the pale.

"I don't want you over reacting, Edward. I don't want you getting hurt."

"Bella, my job is to protect you. You have to let me."

Bella swallowed as Jacob's words came back to her. Tears spilled over and she sat down on the nearest flat surface which turned out to be a small bench that Cookie used to get to the top of the chuck wagon. Edward squatted down in front of her.

He whispered, "Tell me, Bella. I have to know so that I can help you."

"I don't ever want to be in the vicinity of Jacob Black again."

"I can promise you that," Edward said grimly. He leaned towards closer to Bella and said, "Tell me, sweetheart. I'm in agony here. "

"Jacob revealed to me that he witnessed what we did the day we went up to the meadow. He said he'd heard rifle shots and went to investigate. He saw me without my clothes on, Edward. He saw us having marital relations."

Bella gulped a few times before she could go on. "When I chastised him for not leaving immediately when he saw we were having a private moment, he told me he was no gentleman. And then," she sniffled barely able to choke out, "…and then, he said from what he saw, I was no lady. That's when I left him standing on the floor."

"Why, that dastard!" Edward exclaimed. Fury laced each syllable of his sentence.

"I almost struck him but I wouldn't lower myself."

She was shocked to see the rage on Edward's face.

"Husband, I don't want you doing anything extreme."

"Bella, he needs to be pulled up short and it will be my pleasure to do it. I will bushwack that man. He's worse than a jackass."

At that moment, Jasper, Alice, Cookie, and Rosalie arrived.

Alice rushed up to Bella, "Sister, are you well?"

"I'm fine, just angry."

"Bella, I'm so sorry." Rosalie had tears in her eyes.

"Rosalie, you had nothing to do with what your brother said."

"He's always been selfish and now has turned into a bully. He doesn't care about anyone but himself. I am so ashamed to be his sister. Please, Bella, don't let his behavior come between us."

Edward pulled Cookie aside as the girls talked and comforted each other.

"He got away, Boss. He must have expected some sort of trouble tonight and had his horse already saddled at the back of the paddock."

"Why would he pull such a vicious stunt?"

"I don't know for sure, Boss, but there've been rumors that he is desperate. He has gambled away everything of value that he's owned except the ranch and that would have been gone too if Rose would have let him but she owns half the house and the land and all of the furnishings."

"And a desperate man will do desperate things," Edward mused.

"So, brother, what are you going to do about this cad?" Jasper asked.

"I will put the word out that I want to find him and when I do, I am going to horse whip him at the least."

"And at the worst?" Jasper asked.

Edward looked directly into his brother's eyes and said, "Kill him."

Chapter 19 The Repercussions

The dance was over after Jacob's verbal assault. The people attending did not know what he said to Bella but they did know it was highly insulting. They were, as a whole, embarrassed. Here this exotic beauty from far away had come among them only to have one of their own show his incivility. They feared that she may decide never to consort with them again.

There was much speculation about the nature of the insult. Perhaps he said something off putting about her southern roots. Feelings were still high about the Civil War for some folks. Then there were the folks who had the opinion that Jacob made a fresh comment and Mrs. Cullen took offense to it. But it all boiled down to they didn't know. They only hoped she would not lump them together with such a fool.

As one, they all wanted to make it up to her. Soon, a committee of town folk walked over to Camp Cullen to try and make amends. They were surprised to see a composed Bella listening intently to something her brother-in-law was saying.

"…so, Bella, you would do my grandmother proud. I never knew anyone who could give the 'cut direct' as well as she did before you."

"I tell you, Jasper, it wasn't my intention. I was doing everything in my power not to strike the impertinent man. That would have just proven what he had said to me."

"Don't worry, Bella. We'll strike him for you."

"Oh, Jasper, I thank you for your gallantry but I'd just soon as forget all about it."

Mrs. Cope, cleared her throat, "Mrs. Cullen, my sincerest apologies for the contretemps that just occurred. We truly only welcome ladies and gentlemen to our gatherings. We hadn't realized that Jacob Black's character had gone off. He comes from such a good family. We do apologize for any distress he may have caused you."

Bella had arisen and put her hand on Mrs. Cope's arm. "Oh, ma'am,' twas like a summer storm—soon over and forgot. Please don't trouble yourself anymore about it."

"You are too kind, Mrs. Cullen." Mrs. Cope smiled gratefully, "But as a result of this night's debacle, the Blacks have been stricken from our book."

Rosalie, who was leaning on Cookie's arm, gasped.

"Oh, no, Mrs. Cope. Miss Rosalie Black doesn't deserve such censure. She's been victimized as much by her brother as anyone, probably more so. Don't punish her for his crimes."

"Hmmmph. She lives on her own in that empty house for the most part. Who's to say what she's up to?"

Edward spoke up at that point,"Mrs. Cope. Please. Miss Black is our guest and we will not have her so maligned."

"Oh, of course, Mr. Cullen. Never would I have meant to sully the name of a friend of yours."

Mrs. Cope could backtrack when she saw where her opportunity lay. Soon, she said her goodbyes and walked back to the dancehall to make sure everyone had done their part in the clearing out of it.

Bella noticed that Rose had her face buried into Cookie's chest and her shoulders were heaving as though she was sobbing, "Oh, Rosalie. Please don't let what she said upset you. No one is going to blame you for the actions of another."

Rosalie turned her tear streaked face towards Bella. "They will. I know these people. They will take great delight in my disgrace."

"We'll always stand as your friend, Rosalie. I am sure there are many others who will as well. Put this evening out of your mind. It will all work out," Edward tried to reassure the woman.

Cookie looked down into Rosalie's eyes, "Don't worry Rose, we'll take care of you."

She pulled away from him. "You can't. I am alone in this world. I want to go home. Could you please saddle my horse for me?"

"Rose, it's midnight. You can't travel now; and besides, you aren't alone. You have me."

"Yes. I have you and what a fine pair we are: me with a dowry of half house and half a ranch, you with your ability to feed fifty men at the drop of a hat. We'll have a wonderful life."

Bella had never heard Rose speak in such a cynical tone before.

"Rose, please stay with us. I will feel better knowing that you're safe."

"Bella as I've told you, no one is going to physically harm me here. I want to go home. I can't stay here with all those petty people. Maybe they should strike me from the social register. It won't make any difference to me. I will never come here again."

And with that, Rose turned and swept off to the wagon they were they had gotten dressed earlier and had been planning to sleep in later. Some minutes later, Rose appeared in a riding costume and her small case.

"Rose, I am going with you," Cookie firmly stated.

"I won't have a piece of reputation left if you do."

"Sure you will. I will bring a few of the fellers that are with us today. I'll camp out with them once we get there. You will be safe; reputation intact."

Bella watched as Rose, Emmett, and two other men ride out of camp. The Lazy B Ranch was less than an hour's ride from town, so although it was late, they didn't have too far to go.

This night had really ended up in the ditch all thanks to the imprudence of one man. Bella wondered if Jacob realized the damage he had caused to his sister's reputation. Hopefully, Edward's influence in the community will help ward off the worst of it.

Sighing, she turned to walk back to the wagon. What an evening this turned out to be. She was suddenly exhausted and stumbled a bit as she walked. Strong arms caught her waist and she was pulled up against Edward's body, "Careful, now Bella."

"Oh, I'm just suddenly so tired. I can't wait to get to bed."

Edward squeezed her a bit, thinking that he wished they were at home so they could go to bed together. He had a feeling this was going to be a long night.

"Bella, I hate to revisit painful things, but could you tell me exactly what Jacob Black said to you before you retire?"

"We were passing pleasantries for a few moments then he asked me how often I went in swimming. I was surprised at the question and said so. He recounted how a few weeks back he heard gunfire as he was riding on his land. He went to see what the source was and saw a 'nymph' swimming in a mountain pond. He then admitted to also seeing her ravished by a 'satyr.' I chastised him for his ungentlemanly behavior and he admitted he was no gentlemen but then, after what he observed, he said that I was no lady. And that's when I left him."

"He's a pitiful scoundrel for saying that but you have clarified something for me. The only vantage point Jacob could have had would have been from the ridge overlooking the pond. He couldn't have gotten closer because of how steep it is, so that means was close to half a mile away. I am sure he could see that we were unclothed but I know he couldn't see many details. He probably couldn't tell who we were except by the color of our hair and because we were on our own land. He truly didn't see much. And besides, we did no wrong, Bella."

"While it is still embarrassing, I do feel a little easier. Thank you."

Smiling, he drew her arm through his and escorted her towards the wagon.

"In any case you are as Venus and should never be ashamed of your beauty. Half Jacob's problem is that he is jealous of me."

Bella made a sound that sounded suspiciously like a snort but, since she was a lady, of course it wasn't.

"That's exactly his problem, my love. You just don't see yourself like everyone else does. I'm a proud man to be your husband."

They arrived at the wagon, "I believe Alice has already retired for the evening," he said.

"Oh, I hope she's not yet asleep. I have no wish to wake her."

"Well then, let's get you in there and you can soon join her in dreamland."

He paused but before he helped her climb into the wagon, he looked around to see if they were being watched, then turned her to face him and kissed her goodnight. As always, their kiss ignited fires that couldn't be easily dampened this evening but he couldn't help himself.

When they parted he whispered, "I love you. Sleep well."

Bella smiled at him as she whispered her own goodnight and turned to climb into the wagon. She found Alice sitting on the sheet covered mattress in her nightgown, brushing out her hair.

"This was an exciting night, Bella."

"Yes. A little too much excitement for me," Bella ruefully exclaimed as she began to disrobe.

"Rosalie's brother is a villain. It was plain to everyone tonight. You just need to put him out of your mind."

"I will try. I feel sorriest for Rose, though. His mud splattered her as well."

Alice looked at Bella curiously, "What exactly did Jake say to you, Bella?"

Bella blushed deeply. "I don't mind telling you but truly this needs to stay between the two of us."

"Of course. We are family."

Bella nodded hoping she could trust her new sister. "One day a few weeks ago, Edward took me to a beautiful place on his land up in the mountains, filled with wild flowers and trees and a lovely pond. We picnicked there and since the day was so warm, Edward suggested we take a swim. There was no one around, or so we thought, so we did. Jake just happened to see us and he told me so tonight."

"Oh, Bella! I am shocked that he would admit such a thing to you! How embarrassing. You are a brave soul! Well, at least you had your chemise on I am sure."

"Uhm, that's the thing. We didn't have a stitch on."

"Jake saw you going naked in front of your husband?"

Bella blushed. "That he did but it was quite aways away. He could see nothing distinctly."

"But your husband could."

Bella looked at Alice strangely; she had been naked in front of Edward pretty much nightly since they wed. It seemed fairly natural to her.

"Why, of course. Isn't that normal?"

Alice gasped. "I'd never dream of appearing in such a way in front of Jasper."

"Your husband has never seen you naked?"

"No! How embarrassing!"

"Then don't you…?" Bella came to a full stop. She didn't know how to say it but Alice knew exactly what she was trying to ask.

"Why of course we have—a few times." Alice blushed not willing to admit that it had honestly been more than just a few times but she hesitated to admit to being so wicked.

"Only a few times!" Bella was shocked. "I can see that in this circumstance, the brothers do not resemble each other at all."

Alice gasped. "You mean you and Edward…"

Bella chuckled and said, "Yes, quite often and I look forward to it."

Alice simply stared at Bella, completely taken aback. "You enjoy it?"

"Indeed I do," Bella said. "It's what marital relations are all about. Edward is thoughtful and loving with me. I encourage his ardor."

"Bella, I've never heard a lady talk so about intercourse. My mother told me it was a cross all wives must bear."

"I suppose that is where we are different. My mother died long before I had a need to know such things so my teacher was my husband."

"And he's taught you to be wanton!" Alice squeaked.

"No, I am not wanton, just loving. My husband shows his love for me and I can show my love for him with our bodies as well as our words."

"It's not Christian."

"It most certainly is, Alice. In fact there is a whole book in the Bible extolling it. Next time you have one handy, read the Song of Songs. It will open your eyes. And your husband will be glad for it."

Alice looked as though Bella was speaking a foreign language that she did not understand.

By this time Bella had gotten out of her dress and folded it neatly away. She started loosening the laces of her corset, happy to be free of the constricting device. Pulling the loosened corset over her head she folded it on top of her dress and sat down next to a contemplative Alice.

"Alice, I have thought this all the way through. Can I ask you a question?"

"I suppose so."

"Why did you marry Jasper?"

"He was a good match for me."

"Is that all?"

"He seems to like me well enough."

"He only likes you?"

"Well, he tells me he loves me."

"And honestly, sister, what do you feel for him?"

Alice heaved a great sigh and then her words came out in a rush, "Honestly, Bella, I love him with all my heart but I don't think he really loves me. He thinks I am childish."

"What do you love about him?"

"He's kind and funny and wise and he has the cutest dimple and his hair is so full and springy. I love to be in his arms and to be honest…"

"To be honest?"

"To be honest, I love the attention he gives me when we are intimate."

"Alice, I will tell you truly, if you show him you love him and enjoy being intimate with him, you will please him greatly and he will just love you the more."

"Is that how you caught Edward?"

Bella choked back a laugh. "I am afraid we did not have the luxury to play catch-me-if-you-can. We got to know each other through letters and it is my belief we fell in love with each other from our correspondence. Edward sent for me and we found that we were perfect for each other rather quickly.

"My sister wasn't much of a letter-writer."

"I don't think it would have mattered in her case, Alice. Edward was far from settling down at the age of nineteen or twenty. "

"He didn't do right by her, just the same."

"I could detect you felt a little peevish towards Edward when you first arrived."

"Did it show?"

"I am afraid so."

Alice sighed again. "I was not trying to be so obvious."

"What did you hope to accomplish?"

"I don't know precisely. I guess I just wanted him to acknowledge that he did wrong by Frances."

"What if he feels that Frances did wrong by him?"

"He left her at the altar, Bella!"

Bella was shocked and asked, "They were actually engaged?"

"Well, all but officially."

"Edward asked Frances to marry him?"

"No, then it would have been official but he treated her as though he was courting her."

"What would that be like?"

"He was always her partner at dances. He would always speak to her at parties. He even…" Alice lowered her voice, "…he even kissed her."

"But he never actually talked to her about marriage or spoke to your father?"

"No, but our parents used to speak of it frequently."

"I know that I am his wife and I am liable to be prejudiced but I know Edward well enough to say that if he truly wished to marry your sister, he would have and done it honorably."

"Edward does seem like an honorable man, now."

"He's the best man that I have ever known. You realize that there are always two sides to every story, though don't you? What do you think Edward's retelling would be?"

"I don't know."

"Why don't you ask him, then. I am sure he would be happy to set you at ease."

"Did he ever mention Frances to you, Bella?"

It was Bella's turn to sigh. "He did."

"What did he say?"

"Basically, it was all a misunderstanding. More than that, I could not tell you. Alice, I honestly think you should talk to Edward about it. I am sure he would tell you the truth from his perspective."

"I like Edward very much, Bella. He's all Jasper could talk about and I'm beginning to understand why since meeting him. When Edward's letter arrived telling his family of his marriage, that was all Jasper needed to hear to suggest that we take our honeymoon out west. It has been an adventure and I am glad that we did it but it wouldn't be a destination that I would have picked."

"You seem happy enough, Alice."

"Oh, I am. I am having a delightful time visiting you. Things are truer here than they are back home. It's easier to breathe."

Bella smiled, "And now you know the reason Edward came here; so he could breathe."

Alice laughed and said, "Well, I am that tired. I am going to go to sleep now. Do you want me to blow out the lantern?"

"Yes, please."

Soon, they were in enveloping darkness and Bella lay down on the mattress, wrapped in a thick quilt. After Alice drifted off to sleep, Bella still couldn't settle. Her afternoon nap had thrown off her sleeping schedule. Plus the excitement and distress she had experienced just made her mind spin from one thought to the next. It was quiet outside the wagon but she could hear the pop and crackle of the campfire as she lay there.

She sighed. Wasn't Edward sleeping right outside the wagon tonight? She wondered if she could see him if she peeked over the tailgate.

She rose to her knees and stuck her head through the canvas opening. Sure enough, she could see him rolled in his blanket with his head on a saddle bag. There was enough light that she could see his eyes were shut. She sighed again but not from frustration but from awe. He was beautiful and he was hers. And she just had to sneak down there and cuddle with him.

There was no one in their vicinity who could see her so, she carefully stepped out on to the lip of the tail gate and eased herself over, pulling her own thick quilt with her. She managed find her feet easily and then tip toe the few feet over to where Edward lay.

Wrapping her quilt around her, she tried to lie down next to her husband without waking him up. She should have realized that was a hopeless wish.

"Bella, what are you doing?" he whispered.

"I wanted you…no, that's not right… I need you to hold me."

He pulled her down next to him. "And I need to hold you, sweet Bella."

As she cuddled into his chest, she realized that all that had gone wrong that day was righted by simply being held by his two strong arms against his heart and to feel his soft kisses against her forehead.

She thought she could sleep now.

Chapter 20 The Chuckwagon

After lying upon the ground for an hour, Jasper discovered just how impossible it was to get comfortable enough to sleep on it. He rolled over to his other side and stared into the embers of the fire. This was marginally better.

There was someone up poking at the coals every once in a while. Jasper supposed he was the guard. He never would have guessed a look out was necessary in town but after the goings on this past evening, he was beginning to realize just how wild the west really was.

He rolled over again and moaned. The ground grew no softer since he had last lain on this side. He may as well get up and answer the call of nature he had been putting off.

Stifling any groans he made as he stood, he looked around. The moon was just a sliver but was still high in the sky as it made its way west. It was sure pretty out here. Jasper loved it. He could imagine staying here for a while but he knew that was going to be impossible. He had responsibilities and a wife now. No fantasizing for him. Chicago was going to pull him back home before long but until then, he was going to enjoy every second of his visit. Well, maybe every second except for sleeping on the ground.

After he finished his business, he walked back to where his bedroll was and noticed a rather lumpy shadow over where Edward was sleeping. Squinting his eyes, he could see that Edward was not alone. Bella was curled up on her side with her head nestled on his brother's shoulder. Edward's arms were wrapped possessively around her. They both seemed deeply asleep.

He was a little envious of his brother's marriage. Edward and Bella seemed so at ease together. Although always behaving circumspectly, it was hard for Edward to hide the love and desire in his eyes for his wife and the amazing thing was Bella returned each of his looks with one equally as adoring.

Alice never looked at him like that. He wished she did. He had hoped that after their marriage, they could strip away the conventions of the time and just be happy together. But Alice was as formal after marriage as she was before. Even the introduction of his husbandly duties didn't lessen her prim and proper manners. She just simply lay there, her eyes squeezed shut until he was done. Even though Jasper was satisfied with the activity, he wished his bride enjoyed it more herself.

He replayed in his mind the conversation he and Edward had shared the other day as they were working together in the newly seeded wheat field. From out of the blue Edward asked if he had any prophylactics.

Jasper stuttered a surprised, "Yes."

Both men reddened as Edward asked where he obtained them and Jasper explained that there was an apothecary in Chicago where they could be specially ordered. Jasper offered Edward the address. Edward thanked him and then went back to his labor.

Jasper was puzzled. Didn't Edward want children? Wasn't that why he went looking for a wife in the first place? The only reason Jasper had French Letters was because he did not think it wise to make Alice expectant while they were traveling but as soon as they returned home, he was disposing of the damn things. Edward was already at home so he should be working on making his family. It was strange but he was sure his brother had his reasons.

However, seeing Edward and Bella lying together under the stars reminded him that since Rose had gone back to her home, Alice was all alone in the wagon asleep on that soft mattress. He wondered if she would enjoy his company?

There was only one way to find out and so he climbed into the wagon and started removing his boots and belt. As he lay down behind Alice she stirred and rolled over, still asleep. He noticed that her night gown was opened at the neck the buttons having come undone. He could glimpse her cleavage and it made him suddenly desirous of her.

He gently pulled her to him so that their bodies were close. Alice's eyelids fluttered but did not open. She let out a small breathless whisper, "Jasper." She was still unconscious. Was she dreaming of him?

He leaned forward to kiss her and was delighted when she returned it. He parted his lips and barely touched hers with his tongue to see how she'd respond. She gasped but then wrapped her arms around him and pushed her fingers through his hair. She was awake now.

Jasper pulled back to look into her big blue eyes that were gazing sleepily at him but with a hint of something else. She seemed to be enjoying his attentions. His heart started to beat faster with excitement.

"Alice, can I love you tonight?"

"Where's Bella?"

"She's sleeping outside with Edward. I guess she couldn't bear to be parted from him."

"Oh… well then in that case, yes please."

Jasper smiled back at her, then leaned in for another kiss. He was shocked when she responded enthusiastically by pressing her soft lips against his own and grasping the collar of his shirt in her fist. Her tongue coyly teased the corner of his mouth. Never had she been so bold.

In response, Jasper deepened their kiss and for the first time their tongues met in slow, languorous caresses. When they parted, Jasper whispered in wonder, "Alice, that was magnificent."

She smiled, "Isn't it supposed to be?"

"Well, yes. Did you like it as well?"

"Jasper, I always enjoy it when you show me particular attention. I just did not realize that you would like me to show you."

"I do, Alice, most definitely. What brought about this revelation?"

Alice smiled coquettishly. "Something Bella told me tonight."

"What was that?"

"Have you noticed how they are together? Edward and Bella?"

"I have."

"They seem to be so perfectly happy. I would like to be like that with you, Jasper. Bella said if I would show you that I love you and enjoy being intimate with you, that I will please you greatly and you will just love me the more."

Jasper stared at Alice in wonder—mostly wondering how in the world the conversation between the two women arose; then quickly deciding that Bella was now his favorite relative.

A spark of gladness ignited in his heart and he was moved to say, "I don't know how I could love you more than I do, Alice. It consumes me. I have been afraid of giving you a disgust of me if I showed you the depths of my love so I have been hesitant. I'm glad to know my attentions aren't repugnant to you."

"Oh…"

Jasper surprised her. She didn't know he felt so strongly. They had both been keeping secrets from each other out of the same stupid fear, that their love would drive the other off when actually, the opposite was true.

Tears glistened in Alice's eyes and she finally responded, "You really love me?"

"Of course, I do. Why do you think I married you?"

"Because we make a good match and our families were pleased."

"Alice, I know I am easy going but I'm not that easy going. I married you for one reason and one reason only. I am in love with you. The day you consented to be my wife was the happiest I've ever been. Dare I hope you may feel the same?"

Alice threw her arms back around his neck and said, "I do feel the same, Jasper. Oh, indeed I do."

They kissed in exaltation, hearts pounding with happiness, bodies responding in joy.

After a few minutes of delightful explorations of lips and tongues and hands, Alice leaned back and said, "Show me how to please you, Jasper."

In a strained voice, Jasper said, "Oh, Alice. You have made me the happiest of men."

"And you make me the happiest of women, Jasper. So, show me…"

"First," he said pulling at the hem of her night gown, "Let's remove this."

She giggled and then whispered, "Only if you'll take off your clothes as well. Let's be naked together."

Edward decided to stay in camp with Bella rather than chasing off after Jacob. His fear was that if he left her, Jacob would show up and he would not be there to protect her. He would find a way to deal with Jacob later. He could not ignore what he had done but he needed to figure a way to call him out without harming Bella more. A solution to this hadn't occurred to him, yet. But he did know one thing—he was going to deal with Mr. Jacob Black if it was the last thing he did.

He had intended on staying awake the night long to make sure she was safe in the wagon. He stretched out on a ground cloth nearby, wrapped in his blanket and stared up at the stars that glowed so brightly in the sky. How much his life had changed since that afternoon when he met his fate at the Denver depot!

He shut his eyes remembering when he first held her hand; the certainty at first touch that they were fated to be together. He remembered when she agreed to marry him and their rush down the street to find a preacher. How soft and sweet she was on their wedding night when she so willingly gave herself to him and the many nights of passion they shared since. He thought he was in love soon after he met her but he found that each day that passed he loved her more.

Suddenly he heard a movement close by and he opened his eyes to see his angel, wrapped in a quilt trying to quietly lay down with him. How thrilled he was to hear her say she needed him as he opened his arms to her. He knew exactly what she meant.

There was a little embarrassment the next morning when Bella rose to get breakfast on. She slept soundly at Edward's side but woke up in good time to prepare the breakfast since Cookie was away. She made her way back to the wagon to get dressed only to find a very exposing situation inside. Bella opened the canvas covering and found Jasper and Alice, sound asleep on the mattress—and completely bare-naked.

"Whoops!" she exclaimed as she pulled her head back out. Edward, who had followed her over, was surprised at her action.

"Is there a problem?"

Climbing back down to the ground, Bella whispered in Edward's ear, "Jasper and Alice are asleep in there."

Edward arched his brow. "So?"

She lowered her voice even more, "They aren't wearing anything."

The twinkle in Edward's eye matched the mischief of his grin. He grabbed Bella's hand and led her around to the side of the wagon, level to where Jasper and Alice's heads would be.

He spoke a little louder than he normally would as he said, "Well, Bella, what are you planning to fix for breakfast this morning?"

She looked at him in surprise but as he nodded at her she said, "We planned to have biscuits, and beans this morning, along with hot coffee."

"That sounds good, sweetheart. Perhaps you ought to hop into the wagon to get dressed."

"I'll be right back." Bella said as she headed back towards the tailgate.

Just about then, some thumps and bumps could be heard coming from inside the wagon and then Jasper's voice rumbled, "Just a moment…"

He tumbled out of the wagon a few minutes later with his shirt untucked and his belt and boots in his hand.

Bella very solemnly said, "Good morning, Jasper. I trust you slept well?"

He nodded back at her, "Good morning, Bella." Then, he actually winked at her, "And I most certainly did."

Bella laughed as she climbed back into the wagon only to be tackled by a very enthusiastic Alice. "Oh, Bella, it worked!"

"What worked?" Bella asked as she scrambled to get her bearings.

"Telling Jasper I liked his attentions! He loved it. He said the sweetest things. I am so happy."

"I am very glad for you, Alice."

Bella smiled and reached for her corset. She had already washed her face before coming into the wagon, so all she really had to do was get dressed.

She quickly put on the gown she was planning to wear to church services and then added and enveloping apron over that. She was going to have to make up biscuits now and she didn't want her clothes to be covered in flour.

"Will you need some help this morning, Bella?"

"Certainly. I'm making breakfast for everyone, and since Cookie isn't here, I would love your help."

Alice started getting ready and after Bella helped her with her corset, readied herself to climb out of the wagon. She turned to Alice, "I have another apron out at the chuck wagon for you. See you in a few minutes."

Edward and his men were feeding and watering the horses, so Bella went to the chuck wagon that was situated close to the camp fire. She smiled at the hand who was standing there, "Could you stir up the fire a bit for me please? I need some nice coals."

"Certainly, ma'am," he smiled bashfully at her as he complied.

Bella opened up the wagon and got out the dutch ovens she would use to prepare the meals. The beans had been precooked, so she just added a streak o' lean and a streak o' fat—what some people called fat bacon—to the pot and then went to the fire to get the coals she needed in the scuttle. She added the coals to the bottom container, then settled the cast iron pot on top of it, gave it all a good stir then set the lid on top of that.

She then rolled out the dough for biscuits, seasoned the second and third dutch ovens with lard and dropped the greased dough balls down into the pot, set it on the coals, and covered it.

Next on her list was coffee. There were several hopeful looking fellows hanging around and she knew they were all looking for the same thing—a nice hot, steaming cup of coffee. She supposed she should have put that on first. She hurriedly got busy ladling hot water into one of the large coffee pots, then opened the canister containing the roasted coffee beans.

The minute the aroma of the beans hit her nose, her stomach lurched. She knew with horrible certainty that if she did not move now, she was going to ironically upchuck all over the chuck wagon. She hurriedly put down the canister and ran towards the river, trying to get away from all of the smells that were suddenly assailing her. The beans, the horses, the men, the fire, all were making her stomach heave.

She found a bolder near the edge of the river out of sight of anyone who could be looking, knelt down and emptied her stomach of its contents.

After a bit, she felt better but then realization hit. Oh, lawsy. That was sign number three. She checked them off in her mind: no bleeding, being especially tired, and now being sick in the morning due to smells.

What were the other symptoms? Wasn't there one about sore breasts? Bella put her hand to her bosom and pressed. Oh my. They were surprisingly painful. But, then they usually got rather achy right before she started bleeding. She sighed.

She wished she knew one way or the other for sure. Not knowing was driving her around the bend.

Feeling a little better, she went back to the chuck wagon and saw Alice busy with the coffee pot.

"Oh, there you are, Bella. I thought I would get the coffee on. I ground some of the beans was wondering how much to put in the pot?"

Bella smiled weakly at Alice, "Oh, probably about two handfuls."

She got a ladle of water and rinsed her mouth out away from the wagon. Then, she went over to where the biscuits were baking in the dutch ovens and peeked at them.

She had to hold her breath to keep her stomach in line. The biscuits were browning nicely. She lifted the pot off of the coals and used tongs to take out a few embers to slow down the cooking, then set the pot back on top of it.

"How long 'til the coffee is brewed, Bella?" Alice asked.

"Oh, not long if the water was off the boil. Five minutes?"

Just a while later, she saw Edward approaching them and she smiled. Should she tell him of her developments? She knew he wanted to wait to start a family but that was something they should have considered from the beginning. It seemed as though that horse was out of the barn already. No use shutting the door, now.

"Breakfast will be ready in a bit, Edward."

"Is there any coffee?"

Alice was putting the two large coffee pots up on the chuckwagon table along with several tin mugs. Bella nodded in her direction.

She watched him as he walked over to his sister-in-law to beg a cup. Alice smiled up at him and handed him two mugs after a brief discussion. Edward walked back to Bella as she was stirring the beans.

"Here you go, Mrs. Cullen." Edward loved calling her that - she was beginning to think it was his way of telling her his loving and possessive feelings without saying them. She took the mug and immediately grimaced.

"Bella, what's wrong?" Edward was concerned.

"Ugh… I can't drink this today. The smell is making me ill."

Edward gave her a significant look, "You are sick to your stomach?"

"It would appear so," Bella set the mug down away from where she was working.

Edward put his hand on her arm and said softly, "Is that the third symptom, sweetheart?"

"Perhaps, in addition to my sore bosom, I would say that's numbers three and four." She looked questioningly into his eyes. Was he happy?

A spark flared in their green depths and he grinned, "I wish there weren't a dozen people standing around here, Mrs. Cullen."

"Why is that?"

"Because at this very moment, I could kiss you silly." He gently squeezed her arm. His own ached to hold her close but that could wait until they were private.

Smiling, Bella bent down to pick up the beans and Edward huffed, "You shouldn't be picking up heavy things. Let me."

She laughed as he took the pot over to the table along with the biscuits.

The men started lining up to receive their vittles on the tin plates that were stacked at the end of the table. Bella and Alice ladled their food out: a generous portion of beans and several hot biscuits each. Bella had found a treat at the general store—a pot of honey. She put that on the table for the men to add to their biscuits if they chose.

Soon, everyone was sitting around the campsite enjoying their breakfast—all except for Bella. She found that even the idea of eating that food made her queasy. She dug around in the wagon and found a loaf of bread. She cut the end off and held it near the fire with tongs until it was toasted. That seemed to be all she could tolerate. She hoped she felt better before church services were to start.

After everyone had eaten, she and Alice cleaned up and she put some beef stew on for their dinner meal. Cookie had prepared everything a head of time, all she needed to do was to put it to heat. It had to sit over the coals for several hours so that by the time they broke for their dinner, it should be done.

After that, all Bella wanted to do was to lie down for a few moments. There was a good hour and a half until the first hymns were to be sung, so after everything was cleaned up, she begged off the walk to town that Alice and Jasper were taking and climbed back into the wagon. Edward was stepping over to the saloon for a few minutes to meet with a neighboring rancher. He made sure that Tyler was staying back at the camp and then bid his wife goodbye for a few moments.

Bella sat down on the rolled up mattress just to stretch out for a bit. Before she knew it, she was asleep and she did not wake up until she felt a rough hand cover her mouth and a menacing voice whisper in her ear, "Mrs. Cullen, you and I have a pressing appointment that we must keep. You will come with me…"

AN: Dutch oven cooking is an art.

Chapter 21 The Murder

When Rosalie and Cookie got to the Lazy B Ranch it was early morning. The moon was soon going to be setting in the west, so Cookie decided that they'd just camp out on the wide porch that wrapped around three sides of the ranch house. Rose would stay inside. However, not three minutes after she had let herself into her home, Cookie heard her scream. All three of the men ran into the house to find Rose standing at the desk in the great room amid a mess of papers and torn open cupboards and drawers.

"I've been robbed," Rosalie wailed.

"Spread out, fellers. He may still be in the house." The men started searching the two floors of the house but there was no one there and there were no signs that someone had broken into the house except for the mess in the great room. Rosalie was looking through the desk to see if she could figure out what was missing.

"My mother's pearls!" Rose cried. "I always kept them in the desk safe. They are gone."

She moved some more papers around and gasped. "All the ready cash is gone, too."

"Was the safe broken into?" Cookie asked as he looked at the device.

"No one forced this open. Miss Rosalie, who knows the combination?"

"Only me and my brother." Rosalie looked resigned.

Everyone in the room knew what had most likely happened. Jake raided the house for what he could get quick money from.

Rosalie sank down in a chair. "I don't know what I am going to do."

"We can try to get it back from your brother," Cookie suggested.

"He'll just deny he took it." She rose and started picking up the papers and setting things to rights.

"Your brother is loco, Miss Rosalie."

"He must be desperate. I have a bad feeling. Something's not right and it's only going to get worse before it gets better."

Cookie walked over to stand in front of Rosalie, placed his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Rosalie, no matter what you have to face, we will face it together. You are not alone."

Rosalie opened her mouth as if to say something but was caught by the resolute look in Cookie's eyes. Her mouth trembled and suddenly tears sprung as she dissolved into his chest and she sobbed. Her tears were from two sources: sadness because of the fall of her brother and relief because she knew that with Emmett by her side she never had to be alone again.

Boy was looking for pollywogs along the river bank. He was hoping to take some back to the ranch in a jar so he could put them in the creek at home. He liked pollywogs but his pa told him they didn't stay pollywogs for long. By some sort of magic they changed into frogs. Boy liked frogs even better than pollywogs.

He was stooping down to the water when he heard his pa ask his mother to go across to the livery stable to see if they had any extra hay that could be bought. Evidently, there wasn't enough forage for their horses in the field they were camping in. He stood up to see if his mother wanted him to go with her but she didn't even look back at where he was playing, she just hurried off across the way to do as his father bid. Oh well, he'd rather look for pollywogs

Tyler squatted back down next to the fire trying to repair a piece of harness before they needed to head back home this evening. He was hoping to get it done before the church meeting so he could attend. He dearly loved hymn singing.

He was surprised when the boss had asked him to stay back in the camp to guard Miss Bella. For gosh sakes, they were in town, it was broad daylight and the fellow they were nervous about was long gone by now. Tyler had noticed how fond the boss was of his wife, though, so he supposed he was entitled to be a little overbearing when it came to her safety.

Tyler hunkered down to try to splice the broken pieces of leather together. He heard a sound from behind him that seemed out of place. Just as he turned to look, a heavy blow hit the back of his head and he slumped to the ground.

Jacob Black stood over Tyler's prone form and looked around.

No one was in the area to see, so he quickly walked over to the wagon, lifted the cover and crawled in. In front of him was, in his opinion, the most beautiful woman in the world, sound asleep and completely at his disposal. He couldn't help leering. He would get what he wanted one way or the other.

He would show that Jonah, Edward Cullen, that he could take all his treasure if he had a mind.

He readied a knife, some twine and a kerchief and then woke Bella with a hand over her mouth. "Mrs. Cullen, you and I have a pressing appointment that we must keep. You will come with me…"

Bella's eyes widened but she could not say a thing. She struggled a bit against him but he twisted her arm painfully until she was still. He held a knife at her throat and flipped her over with her arms behind her and tied her wrists together following with her ankles. Gagging her with his kerchief tied tightly around her mouth he was satisfied that he had subdued her. Now all he had to do was to get out of there before they were seen.

He peered out of the wagon to see that the coast was clear then he easily lifted Bella up and threw her over his shoulder and dropped out of the wagon on to the ground. He ran into the shadows of the surrounding trees to where he had tethered his horse.

He knew better than to untie Bella's legs to ride, so he slung her over his horse's haunches. She made some noise then and he was fearful they'd be heard, so like he did to Tyler, he knocked her on the back of her head to render her unconscious.

He was grinning as he mounted his horse and stealthily rode out into the wilderness undetected. He would have what he wanted. The only drawback to his plan was that he wouldn't see the look on Edward's face when he discovered his wife was gone.

Boy heard a horse ride by and lifted his head to see who it could be. He was shocked to see Miss Bella sleeping as she rode on the back of the horse with the man. Why would she do that? It was a puzzle to him.

As he always did when he had a question, he walked over to ask his pa but his pa was sleeping, too. That was even stranger. His pa never slept during the day. He bent over his father and tried to awaken him but couldn't. He'd never known his father to sleep so soundly. He needed his mother.

Boy ran across the camp to the livery stable to see his mother speaking with one of the stablemen.

"Ma! Ma! I can't get Pa to wake up. Why is he sleeping during the day?"

Lauren looked at her son, "He ain't sleeping, Boy. He's fixin' the harness."

"No, Ma. He's sleeping," and Boy pointed towards the camp.

Lauren looked in the direction Boy pointed and could see that the camp was empty and Tyler was nowhere to be seen. She decided she'd better see what Boy was going on about so she walked over to where she last saw her husband to find him sprawled in the dirt.

"Tyler! Tyler!" she knelt by him and saw the back of his head was bleeding. "Boy, go get Boss. He's in the saloon. Get 'im quick!"

The young boy ran again across the way to find Mr. Cullen. He'd never been into the saloon by himself before and was a little scared about it but his Ma said to go in there, so he did. Mr. Cullen was talking to a grey headed man at a table in the corner. Panting, Boy ran over to his side.

Edward was surprised to see Boy there and in such a state.

"Boy, why are you here?"

"Ma sent me to get you. Pa won't wake up."

Edward made his excuses to his neighbor and scooped Boy up and ran with him over to the camp. He saw Lauren kneeling over Tyler's prone body. She was crying.

"Is he dead? Kilt?" she blubbered.

Edward felt for a pulse and found a strong one in Tyler's neck. "No. He's alive. Do you know what happened?"

By then, curious on-lookers came over to see the to do.

"No." Lauren sobbed. "He was just laying here. Boy came to get me."

"Where were you?"

"Tyler sent me over to see if they could sell us some hay at the livery."

A cold hand started squeezing Edward's chest. He looked toward the wagon where Bella was sleeping. "Have you seen Mrs. Cullen?"

"No."

"She were sleeping, too." Boy said in wonder.

"Sleeping?" Edward asked.

"Yes. While she was riding on the back of that man's horse. She was sleeping."

"What horse! What man!" Edward exclaimed.

"That man that came over with Cookie's lady friend."

"Jacob Black."

Boy shrugged.

Edward knelt down and looked Boy in the eye. "Where did you see them?"

"They was riding along the river, yonder. They crossed over to the other side."

"Good Boy for telling." Edward rose, trying to dampen down the fury and fear in his heart. He knew he had to think clearly and act quickly. He ran to the wagon to confirm that Bella was gone and swallowed his bile to find it empty. He turned back to the people gathered around.

"Jacob Black has kidnapped my wife. We must go after them now."

The Sherriff, Charlie Forks, asked, "How do you know it was Jacob Black?"

"He was seen by Boy here. My wife isn't in the wagon. Last night he indirectly threatened her. We need to act fast to save her."

The Sherriff started organizing a posse and Edward went to saddle his horse and load his rifle.

Fear, and rage were roiling in his gut. He must have knocked Bella out if she appeared to be asleep when Boy saw her. That bastard was going to die.

Jasper and Alice rushed over to him after hearing what had happened. Alice was near to tears herself. Jasper started to saddle his own horse.

"What are you going to do?" Jasper asked.

"I am going to rescue my gal and I am going to kill Jacob Black."

When Rosalie awoke that morning she decided to go back to town and see if she could roust her brother out there. She knew that she couldn't run the ranch, not even the house, without some money on hand. When her brother took everything of value, he left her destitute. She needed to get back what she could and having Emmett along for muscle wouldn't hurt.

When they got into town, they could see a huge ruckus going on over at the Cullen Camp. Alice saw them approaching and she ran to meet them.

"Rosalie, there's a big problem!"

"What happened?"

"Your brother kidnapped Bella!"

"My brother did what?"

"Your brother snuck into our camp this morning and kidnapped Bella from out of the wagon. She was taking a nap."

Rosalie almost fell from her saddle as she dismounted. Her life couldn't get much worse. Cookie rushed to her side, concern written across his face.

"What are they going to do about it, Miss Alice?" Cookie asked as he put an arm around Rosalie.

"The Sherriff has mounted a posse to chase after them."

Just then, a stern looking Edward approached.

"Rosalie, do you know where your brother might hide? Some place he could get to that is off the beaten track with a bound captive?"

Rosalie had blanched white as a sheet. She looked dazedly at Edward and shook her head.

"Listen, Rose, this is critical. My wife is in danger and I need anything you can give me. Is there an old hunting shack or mine adit that you know of?"

"When we were little, our Mother used to take us to the old Indian village that's at the head of the River. We'd picnic there and I remember a few times camping out. Jacob used to love it there. It's an easy ride along the banks and no one goes there but us."

Cookie said, "You think he went that away, Boss?"

"He did head in that direction. We will follow his trail. Are you coming?"

"Sure. Rosalie, will you be alright here with Miss Alice?"

"As well here as any place," she answered.

"Well, then let's set off," Edward said. The party followed the trail Jacob left into the wilderness.

Bella slowly came to consciousness. Her head was pounding and her body was aching. She couldn't find a place that didn't hurt. She soon realized that most of her discomfort came from her position—lying across the rear end of a horse. Her nose was pressed into his flank and all she could see was his rear legs—and his "appendage."

Even though she was in such a precarious position and was half frightened out of her head, she remembered being taught about appendages on her wedding day. She could hardly believe the way her mind was working at such a time.

Suddenly the horse's tail swished and smacked her in the face. That's what she got for looking at his appendage, she supposed. She needed to take stock in her situation.

But really it was too ridiculous. She was kidnapped by that rotter Jacob Black for what purpose? She thought after he said what he did the night before that he had taken a disgust of her. He must be mad.

She was either going to be held as a hostage or taken advantage of in the biblical sense. Her heart started to palpitate when she thought of the latter. She hoped he didn't want any of that. She would puke for sure. She couldn't stand the thought of him touching her.

She tested to see if her legs were still bound.

They were so, no jumping off the horse and running away.

She slowly lifted her head to see if she could find a weapon. The horse swished her in the face again. Dang that infernal creature!

Jake had a rifle in a scabbard on the back of his horse. Perhaps if she worked at her bonds, she could get her wrists free, then grab the rifle and shoot him.

Yep. That's what she would do. Just who did he think he was to carry her off like a sack of potatoes? She was angry enough to aim at his trouser snake.

She started to fiddle with the twine that was binding her wrists. She remembered when he tied her up, he was acting as though he was hog-tying a calf - just a few quick loops around her wrists and square hitch. If she relaxed the twine by pushing her wrists together, maybe she could wiggle out of the loops.

She worked at it for a bit and then smiled when she could feel she was making progress. Soon, her arms were free.

Her next step was the rifle. She wondered if it was loaded. Wouldn't a real cowboy always keep his guns loaded? She thought so. As she studied the rifle she realized she wouldn't be able to get it out of the scabbard from her current position.

She looked about for other weapons and saw a pouch on the back of his saddle. She could pull the tie that closed it to see what was in there.

She gently pulled the cord chewing on her bottom lip in concentration. She got the thing opened and could see the butt of a pistol there. Eureka!

She gingerly reached for it just as the horse swatted her in the face with his tail again. She may just shoot the durn horse, too!

She got a hold of the pistol and gently, gently pulled it out. She looked at the cylinder and could see there were no bullets in there. Drat! She was just going to have to use it as a club, then.

Grasping the barrel, she awkwardly rolled on her hip and sat up as she swung the gun as hard as she could at Jacob's head. She was pleased to see she connected a solid hit but that was all she saw as her momentum caused her to fall off of the horse.

The durn horse was spooked and reared causing a dazed Jacob to fly out of his saddle and crash onto the ground in front of Bella. His head hit a large stone.

"Oh. That can't be good," Bella thought.

Bella untied her legs, pulled the kerchief down off her mouth and then got up to check on Jacob.

She couldn't find a pulse and began to panic. Had she killed him?

She had been mad at him and she had thought about killing him—and his horse—now that it was quite possible she had killed him remorse was beginning to fill her heart. And on a Sunday, too! Oh, dear.

She needed to get back to camp and get someone out here to help him. She adjusted his body so that everything was straight and she set his hat on his head so the sun was off his face and then she turned to go back the way she came.

Their path had been easy as it followed the river bank, so she just started walking down stream. She had no idea how far away they had ridden. She must have walked for an hour when a dull ache in her abdomen grew until it made her pause for breath.

Edward was going to be so unhappy about her. He was probably already upset by the stupidity that Jacob did. Bella hated to cause her husband a moment's worry. And now an additional trouble gripped her. How would Edward take the news that he was now married to a murderer?

Bella wasn't watching too closely where she was treading so she tripped over a stone that was in the path and fell right on her face. Her pain and her grief were suddenly overwhelming and she just gave herself up to her sorrow and sobbed right where she lay.

She didn't hear the approaching posse but Edward, who was leading it, saw her as soon as she came into view. His heart was in his throat and the cold fist that gripped his heart squeezed impossibly tight. He was in agony to see his wife lying still on the ground. Had that vermin killed her?

Edward spurred his horse forward and slid to a halt as he jumped off and ran to Bella's side.

"Bella! Bella are you all right?" he cried.

She lifted her head as he neared and cried, "Oh Edward, you're here!"

"What has he done to you?"

"Oh, he just took me, but I think I killed him," she sniffled.

"You killed him?" Edward was astonished as he helped her to her feet and took her into his arms. The others in his party rode up just then.

"Yes. He had me across the back of his horse and I was able to get out of the bonds my hands were in. I pilfered a pistol from his saddle pouch but it didn't have any bullets, so I hit him on the head but the strength of my blow caused me to topple off of the horse.

"That scared the horse and it reared causing Mr. Black to fall from the saddle and smack his head on a large stone when he landed. The fool horse ran off but after I untied my feet, I tried to find a pulse on Mr. Black but to no avail. I think I killed him, Edward!" Her face crumpled into a grief stricken mask.

"Oh, Bella, Jacob Black needed killin' and if you hadn't I would have. Where did this happen?"

"Up the river a piece. I've been walking for a while."

Edward instructed his men to head up river to find Jacob's body and bring it back to the camp. He picked Bella up and put her on the back of his own horse.

He climbed into the saddle, twisted around and said, "Hold on, my beauty."

She wrapped her arms around him and they headed back to camp.

When they arrived, there was a clamor of people cheering to see Bella hale and hearty and all wanting to know the story.

Tyler was conscious and came to Edward, hat in hand, full of sorrow for allowing Bella to be kidnapped. Edward told him not to worry as Bella was fine.

Edward was content to let the other men tell the crowd the rest of the story. Edward took Bella into their wagon and gave her a few moments with some hot water to wash up.

After a few minutes, he begged entrance to the wagon and shut the canvas curtain behind him so they could have some privacy. He drew her into his arms and kissed her as he'd wanted to for days. He was so thankful she was back and whole. Each kiss spoke of his gratitude and joy.

"Bella, when I saw that he had taken you, I have never known such fright. I am so thankful you are back with me."

He was surprised when Bella pulled away from him. Her face still full of woe.

"My darling, what is the matter?"

"I am not in the family way, Edward. I've started bleeding."

Chapter 22 The Doctor

"I am not in the family way, Edward."

Edward simply pulled Bella back into his arms and sat down on the rolled mattress that made a convenient seat in the back of the wagon. All he could think of was how relieved he was to hold her safely in his arms. He had been imagining all sorts of things—how Jacob could have hurt her or killed her or taken her away so that he'd never see her again.

That—that right there—was what would cause his soul to die. If he ever lost her, he would be lost as well. He pulled her closer still and kissed her temple.

"My Bella, my sweet Bella, I can think of nothing except how happy I am that you are back with me and I can hold you again in my arms. We will have all the time in the world for a baby, my dear heart, and I am sorry for your grief but my happiness is with you; my joy is right here."

To his surprise tears rose in his eyes and his voice broke on the last few words. Bella tilted her head back to look at her husband with wonder. The love he felt for her was writ plainly on his face.

She started shaking her head and whispered, "I don't deserve you, Edward. You have given me everything and I have just burdened you with worry and bother."

"Bella, how can you say that? You have given me… You have brought… I am so…"

Edward seemed to run out of words so he did the next best thing. He kissed her with all the love and passion and fervor that he had. She returned his kiss with matching ardor until their hearts beat together in perfect harmony.

Ultimately, Bella realized that she had stumbled into a life with Edward through luck or fate or answered prayers, she didn't know how—she only knew that she was in heaven.

She made a silent promise that she would strive her whole life long to be worthy of this man.

Just then, a scratching at the canvas cover was heard and a soft voice called, "Edward? Bella? Could I speak to you for a moment?"

It was Rosalie. Bella looked at Edward in a panic. In their moment of bliss she had forgotten that she was a murderer and now she had to face the sister of the man she killed.

"Oh, Edward," Bella said, clutching his arms, "I don't know what to say to her."

"It will be fine, Bella."

Edward helped her down from the wagon to meet the waiting Rosalie.

Before Bella could say a word, Rosalie began, "Bella, I am so sorry for what my brother did. I do not know what kind of man he has become. It seems as though something broke in his brain. Our family was not like that. He was not reared that way. I am so sorry."

She looked miserably at Bella.

"Oh, Rosalie, I am sorry, too. I fear I may have killed your brother." Bella's face reflected her woe.

Rose's voice caught a little but she went on to say, "You were within your rights, Bella. I can have no grudge against you for I would have done the same or worse. I grieve for the brother I knew in years past. This monster he became…" Rosalie just shook her head.

"Rosalie, I don't hold anything Jacob did against you. Please have no worries along that score."

Bella was leaning heavily on Edward's arm. Her pain was increasing the longer she stood. All the aches and pains that had disappeared while in Edward's arms came back with a vengeance. Her head was throbbing, her stomach was aching, and every muscle in her body felt as though someone had beat her with a stick.

Rosalie noticed Bella's pallor. "Bella you aren't hurt are you?"

"I had to ride slung across the back of Jacob's horse and that animal must have the boniest spine in creation. I suppose now the excitement has worn off, I can feel my bumps and bruises a bit."

Edward put his arm around her back as he looked at her with concern. "Why don't you lie down, Bella. I will have someone go fetch the doctor."

"Oh, Edward, I am fine, just a little sore and achy."

Rosalie offered, "I saw Doc over at the church. I'll go get him. "

"No, Rosalie…"Bella pleaded but Rosalie had already left.

"Come on, Bella. Let's get you to lie down. I want the Doc to check you over. You've been through a lot."

Bella just looked helplessly as her husband lifted her back up into the wagon. He followed her and started to roll out the mattress again.

"No, Edward. I don't want to be abed when the doctor comes."

"Why not?"

"I am not used to men seeing me in bed. I would feel uncomfortable."

Edward chuckled and said, "And I would like to reserve that beautiful vision solely for myself... I am sure Doc could look you over as you sat here. But perhaps you should change out of your dress into something easier for him to examine you in?"

"That's a thought. What sort of man is the doctor?"

"Doctor Banner is a good man. He's in his middle years and has a wife and family here in town. He's useful."

"Useful?"

"I've only had to call for him when one of the hands has broken a bone or the like. He's competent with that sort of thing."

"Well, I don't have a broken bone. Just bruises, I think."

Edward kissed her again and then said, "I'll see if Alice can get you some vittles. You relax and rest."

Edward left Bella to find Jasper and Alice standing by the chuck wagon where Alice was working. She looked up at Edward as he approached.

"I am so glad Bella is back. Tell her not to worry about supper. I have it all arranged."

Edward thanked his sister-in-law and was amazed, city-girl though she was, at how easily she stepped into Bella's role when she was needed. Alice started getting something together for Bella to eat when Rosalie returned with the Doctor.

"Where's the patient, Mr. Cullen?" the cheery man asked.

"She's in the wagon resting but she's expecting you," Edward said as he led the doctor over. Before they reached the wagon, Edward took the doctor aside and spoke to him in a low voice.

"Doctor Banner, we weren't sure but Mrs. Cullen had signs that she was expecting. After today's events, she started to bleed."

"Ah, Mr. Cullen. What precisely happened to her?"

"She was kidnapped, tied up and thrown across the haunches of a horse the villain made his escape. In order to subdue her, he knocked her out. Plus, later on she fell from the horse. She had been treated very roughly today."

"This is a rather delicate question but did her kidnapper ravish her?"

Edward's voice hardened, "I don't think he had the opportunity."

"Hmmm. Well certainly the physical trials she went through today could have caused a miscarriage if she were pregnant. Let me examine her and I will know for sure."

Edward waited nervously outside the wagon as the doctor saw to Bella. He should have never left her side today. All Old Mr. Dowling wanted to interrogate him about was why he was 'giving in' to the threats from the federal government by fencing in his property and plowing up his pasture.

Dowling and some others were hot under the collar about being forced to change their ways of ranching but Edward knew better. He saw how poorly the cattle fed last season and they had no reserves to get through the difficult winter.

It was clear to Edward that if he planned to stay in the cattle business, he needed to find a better way to manage his herd. Feeding them himself was the only way he could figure. He had been studying the European method of animal husbandry this past six months and was especially interested in new methods originating in the British Isles.

He was adapting some of their ways to his own ranch and was hopeful it would prosper. Only time would tell.

Edward shook his head. Perhaps he should have gone after Jacob last night and horsewhipped him as he wanted to. What gall that desperado had to sneak into his camp this morning to make off with Bella! It was too bad he was dead because that was something that Edward wanted to visit upon him himself.

And to think, his Bella saved herself, that was the most amazing thing about the entire episode! While he would have liked to have been the one to rescue her, the fact she did it on her own took his breath away and told him that she could take care of herself.

Every day she surprised him with her strength, kindness, and wisdom. He found himself promising that she would never regret coming to Colorado to marry him. He would strive for the rest of his life to make sure she was happy.

They did not realize they had both made the same silent vow that day.

In a half an hour, Doc Banner emerged from the wagon and gestured to Edward to come for a private discussion.

"She is not expecting now, Mr. Cullen, but I don't know that she ever was. If so, it was early in the pregnancy—so early no one could know for sure but since she isn't now, I would put it in your mind that she never was. It makes it easier to accept.

"She is currently bleeding and has abdominal discomfort but she says that is not unusual for her during her menses. She has some abrasions and contusions along her ribs, hips and thighs but they are minor. And there is an impressive lump on the back of her head where she was struck. Her headache stems from that but I don't think she will suffer worse from it. I believe that a lot of her discomfort will pass after she has a good sleep.

"I will prepare a tincture to help her with her aches and pains that she can use as she needs. She's an impressive woman, Mr. Cullen."

"That I know, Doctor Banner. Thank you for coming."

"It was my pleasure to meet the one the whole town has been talking about. She lived up to every word."

They shook hands and the doctor went off to his surgery to fix the preparation for Bella.

Edward returned to the wagon to comfort his wife only to find her looking grimly at a torn up construction of whale bone and cotton strapping.

"Bella, what's wrong?"

"I broke my bustle."

Edward snorted a laugh, "You broke your bustle? How?"

"I guess falling off a horse isn't conducive to stylish dressing. Drat. I will have to order a new one and until then I can't wear my best clothes because all the fabric will be trailing down in the dust behind me."

Edward sat down and took the torn mess out of her hands, "I'll buy you ten bustles, if you want."

Bella laughed, "I don't need ten bustles, Edward."

"What do you need, then?"

Bella turned to look into Edward's deep green eyes, "I think all I truly need is you."

Bella was able to change her clothes and after taking Doc's tincture she insisted upon going to the last part of the hymn sing at church. She wanted to hear the music but she also wanted to show her face to the community so they would not think her trials had been greater than they actually had been. After the rather pointed questions the doctor asked during the examination, she knew exactly what that gossip would be.

The last thing Edward needed was uncomplimentary rumors flying around about his wife. Edward wanted her to rest and she told him she would look forward to doing so later that night.

She and Edward created a little stir when they entered the church. This inspired the minister to say something about thanking God for Bella's deliverance from evil and answering their fervent prayers in the morning so quickly and propitiously. He then proceeded to announce the next hymn.

"Let us all be upstanding and sing 'What a Friend We Have In Jesus.' Mr. Gilroy?"

The piano had been hauled over from the saloon for the day's service and was being played by the same man who played it nightly in a room full of folk who were not quite so heavenly inclined. As a result he had a rather unique way of playing church hymns, Bella thought. It was hard at times to tell whether she was sitting in a dance hall or a church sanctuary.

She couldn't help smiling at the thought and stifled a giggle.

She looked at Edward out of the corner of her eye and saw he was smiling, too, as he slanted looks at her. She knew that if she met his eye, she'd burst into laughter and that probably wouldn't go over so well in the middle of a hymn that was dedicated to her deliverance. She should not be battling to hold in her giggles, she should be enraptured and grateful.

How to get her mind off her frivolous thoughts? She needed to think of something that would put her in the correct frame of mind. Ever since she took that tincture the doctor sent her, she had been prone to giddy thoughts. What had been in the medicine? She would say, though, her headache was gone and her other aches and pains lessened.

Her thoughts wandered a bit as she reflected over her day. Suddenly she remembered the sound Jacob's head made when it connected with the rock.

She killed someone today.

Maybe he was dead before he flew from the saddle or maybe the rock finished him off. Either way, she was the perpetrator, she was at fault. She looked across the aisle to see Sherriff Forks among the congregation. Would he arrest her after they brought Jacob's body back?

And where were the men who were supposed to bring it back? Shouldn't they have arrived by now?

Soon, the singing was over and the congregation was dismissed until the next time the circuit rider came to town. Bella and Edward joined Jasper and Alice out in front of the church to talk and were soon joined by Cookie with Rosalie on his arm. As they chatted, they noticed a flamboyantly dressed man saunter up to their little group.

He tipped his hat and said, "I was told that Miss Rosalie Black was among the lovely ladies standing here?"

Rosalie nodded. "I am Miss Black," she said.

"Miss Black, my name is Samuel Uley. Forgive me for so being so forward but I fear I can't wait for a better opportunity. Your brother, Jacob Black, and I entered upon a game of chance in Denver a few weeks back and I had the good fortune to win the title to your land at the Lazy B Ranch. I am here to take ownership of it."

It was as if someone had dumped a barrel of spring water over them. No one moved. No one spoke. They just stood there in a shocked daze.

"My brother only owned half the ranch, Mr. Uley."

"But I have the deed papers here." He passed some legal documents over to Rosalie.

She scanned through them. "Yes, Mr. Uley, this deed is in my father's name but there is a new deed on file that divides ownership according to my father's will. I am afraid my brother wasn't honest with you."

"Consarn it! Where is that scalawag? He owes me a thousand dollars!"

What little color that had remained in Rosalie's face fled. She swallowed and said in a shaky voice, "I am afraid he met with an accident this morning, Mr. Uley."

There had been a flurry growing in the background of Mr. Uley's revelation and suddenly it interrupted their conversation.

"Boss," one of Edward's hands cried, "Boss, they are back from getting Mr. Jacob's body!"

Edward turned to see the remaining search party ride into town. The leader rode up to Edward and slid off his horse.

"Boss, we scoured both sides of the river for miles and we didn't see hide nor hair of Jacob Black. He weren't there."

AN: Tinctures were a way of delivering medicinal herbs to a patient by dissolving them in alcohol and having the patient drink them down. Most patients enjoyed the medicine more than the cure.

"What a Friend We Have In Jesus" whose lyrics were written 1855 by Joseph Scriven and whose tune was written in 1869 by Charles Converse.

Chapter 23 The Filly

This just may be what paradise was.

Bella stretched her legs out under the quilt and sighed. There was nothing so blissful as getting into a freshly made bed after a long, long day. And this day had been a long one, the longest one she could ever remember.

In one day she had possibly been pregnant, then kidnapped, then killed someone, then escaped, then not possibly pregnant, then got drunk at church, then found she didn't kill someone, then packed up a camp site and traveled back home. All in one day. It was a little much and she was sure she hadn't completely digested it all, yet.

She was so glad to be home and that's exactly what it felt like as the wagon climbed the last long hill. She smiled to see their lovely house nestled in the fir trees. Edward insisted she get right to bed and for once she was glad he was so firm. She needed this more than anything else right now, except maybe Edward's company.

So, she got undressed and climbed wearily into bed. Edward and the rest saw to supper, the animals, and the rest of the evening chores. All Bella had to do was rest. She felt wonderfully indulged and she was trying her darnedest not to feel guilty about it.

She was grateful, especially grateful, that she had not killed Jacob regardless of how much he deserved it. She wanted to be friends with Rosalie and no matter what the circumstances; it would be difficult to have a pleasant relationship with a person if you had murdered their brother. Plus, she didn't want to go through life knowing she was a killer. The guilt would cloud every day for the rest of her life.

But what happened to Jacob? They had searched and found the place where she had left him—the unloaded pistol she used to hit Jacob was still there—but there wasn't a trace of him, not even a track to follow. It was hard ground there and footprints didn't readily show. Plus, Jacob's horse didn't return. Could a wild animal have dragged him off? There was no sign of that.

Ah well, she snuggled down into bed. Regardless, she had a lot to be thankful for.

Suddenly, she had a cramp and remembered what that meant.

She was of two minds about it—sad and relieved at the same time, if that was possible; sad because she knew that having a child that was a part of her and part of Edward seemed to express their love so perfectly. And she could imagine the happiness she'd feel as a little green eyed boy looked up at her a when she held him in her arms.

God willing, that would come one day but she was a little relieved that she had a little more time with Edward, just the two of them.

Another cramp. She was accustomed to having cramps during her monthly but these seemed a little more severe than she was used to. Perhaps it was because she skipped a month. Perhaps it was because she was miscarrying. She shrugged. Who knew? She got out of bed to take more of that tincture the Doctor had prepared for her and she discovered she also needed to change out her rag. She made a face and wondered how she was going to handle all this around Edward. Would he be put off by it?

She went behind the screen and lifted her night gown. As most women did, she kept special absorbent cotton rags by just for these times. They were very similar to diapers and worked much the same way. She doubled up at night, and so folded two rags into thirds, then removed the soiled rag from her patented "sanitary protector", a panty-like garment that she could pin the rags into. After pinning the fresh rags, she put the soiled one into a lidded soaking bucket to await the opportunity to wash it. It was going to be hard to keep Edward ignorant of this business since they lived so closely.

She washed her hands at the basin and then started looking for the tincture, since her cramps were bothersome. That's how Edward caught her out of bed.

"Bella, you should be asleep by now," he gently chastised her.

"I was looking for the medicine the doctor sent."

"It's out in the other room. I will get it for you."

He left and came immediately back handing her the vial. "Are you in pain, sweetheart?"

"Just a little cramping. Nothing that matters." She took the dose and then climbed into bed. Edward having undressed, soon joined her.

"What's this?" Edward asked indicating the rubberized cotton sheet that was covering her side of the bed.

"It's a protective cover for the bed." Her cheeks blossomed into color.

Edward looked at her thinking for a moment and then understood. "I see. Can't I still hold you?"

"Do you want to?"

He scoffed. "Of course. Come here."

She scooted over to him making sure she stayed on the sheet. She smiled in satisfaction to nestle her head in its customary place on his shoulder. She loved feeling his arms around her and his heart beating under her hand.

She lifted her head to kiss him good night and wasn't surprised when their chaste salute grew into something more. How she loved the feel of his lips pulling hers in and the feel of his tongue brushing against her mouth. When she opened to him and their tongues met, she couldn't help but moan.

"Oh, Bella," Edward groaned back at her. He was suddenly in an excited state and felt like a monster about it. How could he think of being intimate with her while she was in this delicate condition? His body was such a selfish creature.

Bella could feel his arousal pressing against her abdomen. Truth be told, even in her situation, she felt needy as well. She kissed him again, deeply this time, and let her hand drift down, over his night shirt until she encountered the bulge there.

She leaned back and smiled softly at him and said, "I would comfort you, if you would show me how."

"Comfort me?"

She whispered, "The Kama Sutra tells of using hands to pleasure one another."

Edward swallowed, his mouth went immediately dry, and leaned down to kiss her once again. As their lips met, he pulled up his nightshirt and took her hand to show her how to wrap it just right around him. Then, hand over hand, he taught her the movements that would make him wild. He took his hand away and let her continue.

Ah, it felt so good. "Faster," he said.

She changed the way she was lying to get a better angle and then sped up.

"Ohhhh," he groaned.

She went faster.

"Gooood, Bella, Oh!" and without much more warning that that he ejaculated all over her hand and his stomach. She laughed softly, so satisfied that she had pleased him.

"I'll never think of churning butter the same way," she teased.

Edward laughed in surprise and delight. "Bella! You are certainly a character. Hah! I shall have to get you a milk cow just to watch you work the churn."

Bella grinned as she slipped out of bed to wash her hands and grab the flannel. She noticed that she was wound up tightly and sighed when she thought how long it would be until she could fly with him again.

He took the flannel from her and took care of himself.

"Bella, let me help you." He sounded very earnest.

"Help me? What do you mean?"

"I can help you the same way you helped me."

"How?"

"By touching and stroking. We can do it through your clothes if you are worried."

"I am not sure, Edward. I have the stomach ache and I have all these garments in the way."

"Aren't you anxious, though, my love?" he said softly.

"Anxious?"

He placed a gentle hand on her breast and circled the tip with his thumb. "Anxious…Needy...Wanting...Desirous," he whispered against her mouth but he didn't kiss her, he just barely traced his lips over hers, then over her cheek bones, her temple, finally ending up kissing her forehead, her nose, then finally her mouth. She was lost.

"Oh, Edward," she moaned.

"Here, let me put my thigh between yours."

She did as he suggested, then he pulled her bottom so that the top of her pubis was flush against his muscled thew. He rubbed against her as he kissed her sending a fire burning through her whole body. She started to move with him, pushing harder and harder, faster and faster, kissing deeper and deeper until her release overtook every molecule within her.

She didn't gasp, she didn't sigh, she let out a deeply pitched moan that was much louder than she expected.

Her eyes popped open and she gasped. "I hope no one heard that."

"I think they've all gone to bed."

She suddenly realized that the contractions she was feeling from their loving counteracted her cramps. She felt loose inside rather than tight and better than she'd felt all day. She also realized she needed to adjust her rag, so she slipped out of bed and went behind the screen. At the rate she was going, she would have to wake a couple times during the night to see to her trouble or she'd flood the bed. Definitely, she would be washing tomorrow.

When she climbed back beside Edward she fell asleep almost as soon as he put his arms around her.

Edward was still counting his blessings; his biggest being Bella. She was his treasure, his jewel.

Suddenly a Proverb came to him, dredged out of his memory from long ago:

An excellent wife who can find?

She is far more precious than jewels.

The heart of her husband trusts in her,

and he will have no lack of gain.

She does him good, and not harm,

all the days of her life

.

Yes, this was his Bella. And he was a man much blessed. He held her gently and brushed an errant tress from her cheek as she slept in his arms.

Then, he thought of another verse:

Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her.

He grimly thought, he would do whatever it took to protect Bella. He was going to have to figure out how to find and dispose of Jacob Black. He was sure the scoundrel had regained consciousness then high-tailed it out of there.

The Sherriff had put a warrant out on him, wanted dead or alive, so he was sure all the eager roustabouts would be up in the hills looking for him, hoping to win the reward.

Edward didn't have the luxury to go out and search like that and he had a gut feeling the minute he did, Jacob would show up here. In fact, he reckoned all he needed to do was to stay put and the fellow would come to him.

Now, how to set the trap that will be awaiting him.

Cookie was still staying with Rosalie but he felt very uneasy having Sam Uley around in the house with her. He decided that he would bunk down in front of her bedroom door, to be damned what Uley thought. He knew a smarmy carpetbagger when he saw one. Boss understood his dilemma and wanted Rosalie to be safe, so he allowed Cookie to be away until this had blown over.

Cookie suggested to Rosalie that she move over to the Cullen's but Rose was adamant that she stay on her ranch so she could guard her place.

Cookie had a right to be worried for the first night Uley was there, he asked Rosalie to marry him. Sam figured that way he'd get the ranch that he originally believed he had won. Besides, Rose was not a bad looking woman at all.

Rosalie explained that she was engaged to Emmett McCarty, and Cookie just had to smile. He hadn't asked her to marry him yet, mostly because he didn't have the where-with-all to support a wife. He knew she was hiding behind his figure hoping to dampen down the gambler's ardor—or greed as it really was.

Cookie didn't even know why Uley was there. Jacob had placed the bet using an expired legal document as collateral. The document was worthless. So, in his opinion, Uley didn't own anything. His problem was with Jacob not with Rosalie or the ranch.

Cookie had the Sherriff investigate this angle but until they had a definitive answer about it concerning the estate, there wasn't much else they could do.

Cookie thought about marrying Rose. He had $252.78 to his name. That was a fortune to some and he had saved it over the years by being thrifty and gambling on sure things. The reason he agreed to be Edward's cook, even though he was still good in the saddle, had more to do with the fact that chuck wagon cooks got paid twice the amount as cattle wranglers.

Tyler still was grumpy he lost the bet over whether Miss Bella would make the Boss happy or not. That had been a sure thing for Cookie to bet on, though. He could see how those two hit it off from the very beginning. And it should teach Tyler not to make a bet after he'd had a few shots of whiskey.

But those two and a half hundred dollars weren't near enough to establish himself as an equal to Miss Rosalie Black. It was a terrible position to be in, to want something so badly and have it out of your reach, not by inches but by a mile.

One thing he knew and was glad of, Rosalie trusted him and it was to him she turned when she was troubled. At least he could do his best to be her friend. He'd be satisfied with that.

Maybe.

The next morning Edward and Bella were standing along the paddock fence watching the now five week old filly dash around like a thing possessed.

"She's a lively one, isn't she?" Bella asked.

"Oh, she's just feeling her oats."

"Have you named her, yet?"

"No. We've just been calling her Girl."

Bella chuckled. "I think Tyler and Lauren have probably reserved that name for a future daughter."

Edward grimaced and said, "Lauren had a little girl last year but she passed when she was not more than three days old. I don't think they named that little one."

Bella looked horrified. "Oh, I am so sorry. I shouldn't have been joking. I am sure it is a tender subject for the Crowleys. How could I be so callous?"

"You didn't know, Bella. But that's a fact of life in marriage. I hope we never suffer that blow but the facts are, we probably will."

Bella thought to herself We probably already did.

Her light heart suddenly shadowed, she watched the little filly prance. Life and death were too close in the world. Death could be just a heartbeat away. It was a lesson to her. She would make sure to live her life the best she could.

"Edward, do you still feel we should put off a baby of our own?"

"To tell you the truth, Bella, I was looking forward to a little brown eyed girl to dandle on my knee. I was sad to find it wasn't going to be as soon as we thought. I was being selfish before but…"

Bella looked at him wanting him to continue.

"But I believe, Mrs. Cullen, I will be happy with whatever you choose. I'm happy as long as we are together."

Bella smiled, "You are the sweetest man God ever created and I believe you'll be the most wonderful father. I say, Edward, that we should leave all of this in God's hands and just live our lives. If we are blessed then, Amen. If we aren't right away then, Amen, to that, too."

"I guess I won't be sending off to Chicago for any special package."

"Perhaps not." Bella smiled. This decision felt right.

"Edward, I was thinking. Getting a milk cow wouldn't be such a bad idea. I'd like to start my chickens soon, too. Does anyone keep pigs around here?"

"You're going to turn me into a farmer, Bella," he laughed.

She giggled, "No, this is for our own consumption. Virginia is known for its hams. Perhaps I should write my brother and get him to pick a pregnant sow out for us and send it forth. What do you think?"

"What makes Virginia pig meat so good are the peanuts they feed on, Bella. We don't have peanuts out here."

"That's true. Besides, I think a cow would be the most useful. Just think: fresh milk, cream, and butter. I even know how to make cheese but we'd need more than one cow for that."

Edward looked around and saw they were alone so he wrapped his arms around her. "Ah, so you are going to be my milk maid?"

Bella leaned back in his arms and said, "I could, Mr. Cullen, if you wished."

"Well then, let's get us a cow."

Jacob lay on his stomach looking over the precipice at the group of horsemen riding below. He knew they were after him but he knew these mountains better than anyone around and he knew they'd never find him. He watched them as they conferred as to what direction they should take and one fellow pointed in the opposite direction from where Jacob was. Soon, the group trotted away completely unaware of how close they had been to finding their quarry.

"What fools," Jacob muttered to himself.

He rose and went to where his horse was tethered.

Fortunately, the damn thing came back to him after it had calmed down when it had spooked the day that he took Bella.

There's nothing like coming to consciousness with huge horse lips slobbering all over your face. Dang horse; but it saved him and he was able to ride away to safety before search parties came looking for him.

It was all that damn bitch's fault. She was the one to get him in this mess. She cast her net, that witch, and ensnared him with her beauty and he deserved to have her. He had suffered enough at her hands.

He had made up his mind.

He was going to get her and in the process, he was going to get Edward Cullen, too.

AN: This was the revealing chapter about women's issues. If you are more interested in seeing what our sisters managed back in the day there is a very informative web site called the Museum of Menstruation.

Another thing about Virginia hams… Smithfield hams are smoke and salted cured and delectable but you have to soak them and cook them following the correct method AND you have to slice them thinly. You've never had a ham biscuit until you have had a Smithfield ham biscuit.