Chapter 2Bea watched anxiously as Angus pushed back from the table with a satisfied smile. He wiped his mouth on the napkin she’d laid out. The dishes were a mismatched set and the linens were few and frayed, but she’d made the best of it. The kitchen was now sparkling clean. She’d also swept the other two rooms and wiped away a bit of the ever-present dust. For a fact, Arizona was the dustiest place she had ever seen.
“Well now, ye sure can cook, Miss Bea. That was the best meal I’ve gotten outside of in a month of Sundays. Except for what me sainted mother cooked years ago, I’ve eaten nothing better that I can recall.”
Bea tried for a modest smile. “It’s a pleasure to me to feed a man who enjoys his vittles. My Pa had a good, healthy appetite, and my two brothers ate like horses, but I
