Clara’s mouth tightened. “And how do I know you won’t change your mind?”
Luke reached into his pocket and set a small revolver on the table between them. “You keep this under your pillow,” he said. “If I ever do anything that makes you feel unsafe, you shoot me.”
Clara stared at the gun. Her mind spun. A trick, surely. Empty chambers. A performance.
Luke picked it up, opened it, showed the loaded cylinder, then set it down again. “It’s real,” he said. “And it’s yours. Protection, not a threat.”
The lamp flame trembled slightly as if even the light was unsure what to believe.
Luke stood, grabbed a blanket from a chest. “You don’t have to decide tonight,” he said. “Bolt the door behind me. Don’t open it for anyone, including me, unless you feel safe.”
Then he left, footsteps crossing the yard, barn door creaking, silence settling in.
Clara sat in the chair all night with the gun in her lap, staring at the bolted door, waiting for the truth to reveal itself the way it always did: sudden, sharp, ugly. But the door never opened.
Dawn came pale and quiet. The ranch woke with animal sounds and the scrape of work beginning.
A knock startled her. “Miss Wren,” Luke’s voice called from outside, respectful distance in it. “I’m leaving water by the door for washing. Take your time.”
Clara waited until his steps retreated, then unbolted the door quickly and pulled the bucket inside as if it might be stolen. She washed. She scrubbed. Soap and cold water couldn’t touch memory, but they could at least remove the evidence of yesterday.
Later, she found Luke in the corral with a young horse. He wasn’t breaking it, not with force. He was waiting, letting it approach, speaking low as if trust was something you earned, not demanded.
Clara watched, silent, and something inside her shifted. Not healed. Not fixed. Just… rearranged.
“You’re good with horses,” she said.
Luke glanced up, surprised she’d come out. “Horses are honest,” he said. “Treat them right, they give you everything. Treat them wrong, they never forget.”
Clara leaned on the fence. “Is that how you treat people too?”
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