A plump, motherly woman whom Wyatt assumed was Molly Jenkins sat in the rocking chair, the baby cradled in her arms. "Mr. Harmon," Mrs. Landry said formally, "May I present Mrs. Lillian Montgomery." "Mrs.
Montgomery, this is Wyatt Harmon, the man who brought you and your daughter to town." Lillian's eyes met Wyatt's, and she attempted a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. I'm told, "I owe you my life, Mr. Harmon, and Emma's." Her voice was soft with a slight eastern accent that marked her as not from these parts. Emma, Wyatt repeated, glancing at the baby. That's a pretty name.
After my grandmother, Lillian explained, then fell silent, seemingly exhausted by even this small conversation. I was just passing by, Wyatt said awkwardly, his hat in his hands. Anyone would have done the same. Not anyone, Lillian replied quietly. Thank you.
An uncomfortable silence fell. Wyatt shifted his weight, suddenly aware of his dusty clothes and unshaven face. He hadn't planned what to say beyond checking on their welfare. Mrs. Landry came to his rescue.
Mister Harmon has generously arranged for your room and for Molly's assistance until you're back on your feet, she explained to Lillian. Isn't that kind of him? Lillian's eyes widened slightly. That's I don't know how I can repay such generosity, Mr. Harmon.
I don't have much. No need to worry about that now, Wyatt interrupted, uncomfortable with her gratitude. Just focus on getting well for both your sakes. He nodded toward Emma, who was contentedly sleeping in Molly's arms. Doctor Harrison says she should stay in bed for at least three more days, Molly added, speaking for the first time.
The fever took a lot out of her. Wyatt nodded. I'll check back in a few days then if you need anything in the meantime. You've done more than enough, mister. Harmon, Lillian said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I won't forget it. With a nod and a mumbled goodbye, Wyatt retreated from the room, strangely affected by the encounter. Mrs. Landry followed him to the front door. She seems like a respectable young woman, she commented.
Though traveling alone with an infant, one has to wonder. Wyatt bristled at the implied judgment. She was wearing a wedding ring, he pointed out, though he hadn't consciously noticed this detail until now. And she introduced the baby as her daughter. That's all that matters.