Cassie had brought all their wealth into the marriage. But she’d known her parents were wealthy. So she’d learned it wasn’t a wife’s place. Griff had scolded Cassie if she ever asked questions about money. He’d shocked Cassie by telling her they couldn’t afford to send for the doctor. Griff ordered her not to, but first Griff had been worried about the cost. She should have gone for the doctor sooner. The fact that her husband was dead was Cassie’s fault.
“You’ll never know your daddy now.” Her belly moved as if the baby heard Cassie and understood. “I’m sorry, little one.” Cassie ran her hand over her rounded stomach. Now she could feel rage aimed straight at that man preparing the hole for her beloved Griff. Cassie listened and answered and obeyed, but she hadn’t been able to feel anything. But Cassie had gone numb since Muriel’s husband, Seth, had come back in with the news that Griff was dead.
In a detached sort of way, Cassie knew Muriel had been caring for her, coddling Cassie to get her through the day. She’d been so kind since Cassie had ridden in shouting for help. If Cassie started yelling, Muriel would start her motherly clucking again and force Cassie to return to town and go back to bed. Muriel, the kind storekeeper who had taken Cassie in, stood beside the ever-deepening grave. Hovering in a wooded area, concealed behind a clump of quaking aspens that had gone yellow in the fall weather, she watched the hole grow as the man dug his way down into the rocky Montana earth. A gust of wind blew Cassie Griffin’s dark hair across her face, blinding her.įor one sightless moment it was as if the wind showed her perfectly what the future held for her. Cassie wanted to scream, “Put down that shovel!”Īs if yelling at the red-headed gravedigger would bring Griff back to life.
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