Having brothers was turning out to be a chore.

“Molly isn’t interested in marrying anyone,” Wyatt said, feeling low. “Remember when we were talking about honoring our fathers, and all of us were wondering how to honor Clovis? Molly said, ‘Mine was no great pillar of decency, either. I think honoring him is going to have to be one of those sins I just have to ask forgiveness for.’”

“You remember her exact words?” Falcon asked. “You were interested in her even back then?”

Cheyenne crossed her arms and frowned. “After Molly did so much doctoring on Win the night she got shot, I said something about Molly getting married someday. She said she’d never marry. And, cranky as I was then, I wasn’t paying her much mind, but even at that, I was struck by her sounding solemn as the grave. She said her ma did a poor job of picking husbands, and she’d likely do just as poorly.”

“Picking me wouldn’t be doing poorly.”

“That’s sure enough true, but she might not see it that way, especially since you’ve been so growly.”

He hadn’t been growling when he’d kissed her. His head was a little fuzzy from it, but he was pretty sure she’d kissed him back. Before he’d heard the door, shoved her away, and ran. He winced at the memory. He doubted that had impressed her much.

“Kevin said his stepfather and his ma died a long time ago.” Falcon tried to remember. “I think his pa was a . . . a night rider? Was that what he said? Threw in with men riding wild at night, thieving and burning, fighting for slavery before there was even a war. Molly’s pa sounds like he was no prize. And we know Clovis was a dumb choice. So I can see why Molly’s a little on edge when it comes to husbands.”

Wyatt listened and wondered.

“You should ask her about it.” Cheyenne shook her head while she gave advice.

Wyatt didn’t think she noticed her head shaking, but he figured her head was being more honest than her mouth. “You never want to talk about anything that upsets you. Molly won’t either.”

It was hard being the youngest. As the man, he should’ve been the leader of his home, but Ma and Cheyenne were both stronger and smarter and faster at everything than him.

And now here he was asking his big sister personal questions. He said, “I know she’s too skilled at healing.”

“Did she learn that during the war?” Falcon asked.

“I don’t know. Around the farm, I think. Were her parents hurt because of the war? How did they die? Was it in the war, or were they killed by men taking revenge on her pa’s night riding?”

“Maybe Kevin would talk about it,” Falcon said.