Kevin would probably be cheerful enough about Molly marrying Wyatt and staying at the ranch, but he might not like all that went into bringing her around.

Wyatt was well and truly chilled by the time he got to the line shack. He hadn’t been over this way for a while. Looking at the cabin as he rode up, he was struck by it being really small. Cheyenne was used to a fine house. This cabin had a main room that Nate Brewster had built in his bachelor days, then he’d added on a single bedroom when Ma had married him. Grandpa had lived in a house of similar size. After Nate died, Grandpa built the big house and welcomed Ma and little Cheyenne home.

There was a little entry room. That room slowed down the wind and kept the cabin warmer. The cabin was tightly built. There were sturdy shutters on the few small windows, a good wooden floor. Cupboards and a dry sink inside.

A windmill spun like mad in the late fall wind, and a small barn stood behind the cabin with room enough for a couple of horses and leather. A corral was tacked onto the barn.

That was it.

Wyatt heard chopping in the nearby woods that grew on a slope heading up the hill behind the cabin. Falcon must be fetching kindling for the fire. Instead of seeing if Cheyenne was in the house, he circled the house wide enough so that Cheyenne wouldn’t notice him and rode toward the sound of the chopping.

“Falcon?” Wyatt stopped while he was still well back. He was a cautious man and had no desire for a felled tree to land smack on his head.

The chopping stopped. Falcon came rushing out of the forest, ax raised. “What happened?”

Falcon was always ready for trouble.

“Nothing happened.” Wyatt swung off his horse. “I . . . well, I thought, maybe, uh, you could . . . could use some help over here.” This wasn’t quite true, but maybe chopping wood next to Falcon would help Wyatt get his thoughts in order. Of course, his arm was still a little tender.

“You can’t chop wood the second day you have your sling off. We talked about it last night, and you agreed. So what’s the matter?”

Wyatt met Falcon’s eyes. They were a match in very few ways. They both had Clovis’s eyes and the dimple in their chins. That was all that was the same between them.