I’ll sleep beside the fire.
She looked at him.
“You don’t have to.”
He waited.
She realized he had not heard her.
So she wrote it down.
He read it.
Then shook his head.
You don’t know me.
Rosalie swallowed.
Neither do you.
Gideon looked at the sentence for several seconds.
Then he wrote:
Exactly.
That night, Rosalie slept alone for the first time in years without fear.
PART 2 — THE DEAF RANCHER
Marriage to Gideon Rook was not what Rosalie expected.
It was almost boring.
And boring, she discovered, could be a kind of miracle.
Gideon rose before dawn.
He fed the cattle.
Checked the fences.
Split wood.
Repaired tools.
Worked until his hands were black with dirt.
Rosalie cooked.
Washed.
Mended clothing.
Cleaned the house.
Their conversations existed almost entirely in pencil.
Storm coming.
Need flour.
North
fence is broken.
Your coat is torn.
I know.
