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Theres a well outside at the back of the house. Ill show you.
Sean watched in some surprise as she leaned her gun against a wall and preceded him to the door. Sean noticed as they walked that she was finally without her hat, and had even removed the oversized jacket shed been wearing. There wasnt much to her; in fact, her frame was rather slight. She had the brightest red hair hed ever seen.
There was no conversation as Sean filled his pitcher. Not until they were ready to go back to the house did Sean notice a bucket sitting beside the well.
Charlotte, Sean used her name for the first time. Do you want me to fill this for the house?
Charlies head had whipped around at the sound of her name, but there was no teasing in Seans eyes. No one called her Charlotte, except in wisecracking, and Charlie just assumed that he was getting smart with her. She couldnt have been more wrong. His eyes were as respectful and hesitant as they had been since the two of them had stood in the courthouse and become man and wife.
Yeah, well need it in the morning.
Sean proceeded to fill the bucket. Charlie stayed to watch him, although she wasnt sure why. For a moment in the kitchen she had thought he was out there to make a run for it, but that thought was swiftly put to rest when she had looked into his eyes.
Charlie was finally admitting to herself that his size had little to do with why she had married him. It had been his eyes. How many times were they going to get her into trouble? She had spoken up at the hanging because of those eyes and the way hed kept them closed. Then in the kitchen, when she confronted him with the gun, it was the fear she saw in them that caused her to put the weapon down and escort him to the well.
Charlie had been amazed to see that he was afraid of her. She found she didnt care for that at all. She didnt plan to get close to this man in any way. They might be married, but in her mind he was nothing more than hired help. Yet to see a man of his size and obvious strength showing fear tugged at her heart.
Sean set down the bucket in the kitchen and took the pitcher to his room. While they had been at the well, a young girl named Ruth had delivered a plateful of food from the hotel to Charlies kitchen table. By the time Sean returned to eat, Charlie had carefully divided the food. He sat down in the chair across from her.