The roof was solid. The north counter was rebuilt from new timber, and it was better than the old one, wider and smoother, easier to work. The sourdough starter was alive and and thriving in its croc on the south counter. She and Gideon married in late March at the ranch with Matteo and Roy and the ranch hands present and Harker who had ridden out from Red Hollow because Harker liked to be present for things and also because she had asked him to witness the contract for the stone building which they signed the same afternoon. It was not a romantic occasion which suited both of them.
It was an occasion of intention. EMTT shook her hand afterward which she had expected. What she had not expected was that he then said quietly in the particular tone it used when he had been thinking about something for a long time and was finally committing to saying it. "I'm glad you didn't leave. " "I know," she said. "Me, too. " He went back to help Mateo with something involving a fence, and she watched him go and thought that 11 years old was both very young and in certain boys who had been through certain winters, not young at all.
Jaime gave her a drawing. He had done it on the back of a flower sack, his preferred medium with the charcoal stick she kept replenishing for him. It was the stone building um beside the road, but in the drawing there was smoke coming from from the chimney and a sign above the door and a wagon stopped out front and people going in and out. She looked at it for a long time. "What does the sign say? " she asked.
The writing in the drawing was beyond his current abilities and had been rendered as a series of squiggles that suggested letters without committing to any. Hartwell House, he said. I thought that's what you'd call it. She looked at him. He looked back with the expression of someone who has guessed correctly and is not going to pretend he didn't.
Hartwell House, she said. It sounds like a place people go on purpose, he said, not just because they're stopping. She folded the drawing carefully and put it in the box with her mother's recipe book. The stone building took the spring and summer to make right. Roy did the masonry oven, a proper baker's oven, deep and even heated, capable of holding eight large loaves at once.
Matteo organized the flagstone floor over two weekends in April with three of the ranch hands helping. And the result was not perfect. The flags were cut from the quarry deposit 2 mi east, and some of them were irregular, but it was solid and real, and it was hers. She painted the sign herself, Hartwell House, in letters large enough to read from a wagon on the road. She hung it on a Saturday morning in early June, with Gideon holding the ladder, and Jaime watching from below, with his arms crossed the way he crossed them when something mattered.
The first customers were two traveling merchants who came through on the road to Laramie a week after the scene went up. She sold them bread and smoked pork and two jars of preserves and a pot of hot coffee each, and they paid without being asked for a fair price and told her the bread was the best they'd had since leaving Missouri. She told them to stop on the way back. They did. By midsummer, there were regulars.
By fall, the word had moved along the freight road. The way word moves in places where people are always passing through and always hungry steadily and with purpose. She hired two women in October. One was a widow from the settlement east of Red Hollow named Hannah who was a competent cook and an excellent manager of the counter trade. The other was a younger woman named Celia who had come to Wyoming with a husband who had left her with nothing in particular except a talent for pastry and a need for work that didn't require her to disappear.