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**Part 2**

Mae’s hands tightened on the shawl. Samuel stirred against her chest but did not wake. The fire popped. Snow ticked against the cabin windows. Gideon stayed in the chair, elbows on his knees, waiting the way a man waits for weather he cannot hurry.

“I don’t know how to answer that,” she said. Her voice came out small. “No one has asked me in a long time.”

“Then start with tonight.” His tone stayed even. “Food. Sleep. The boy warm. Anything else can wait until morning.”

She looked at the cradle beside the hearth. The wood was smooth, the blankets inside clean and folded. “Did you make that?”

“Last winter. For a neighbor’s child. They moved on before it was needed.” He followed her gaze. “It’s empty. Use it if you want. Or keep him with you. Either way is fine.”

Mae crossed to the stove. A pot of stew sat on the back edge, still warm. She ladled a small bowl with one hand, the other braced under Samuel, and carried it to the table. Gideon did not move to help. He watched her sit, then rose only long enough to set a spoon and a cup of water within reach before returning to his chair.

She ate slowly. The stew was plain—venison, potatoes, onion—but hot. Samuel woke halfway through, fussed once, and settled again when she shifted him higher against her shoulder. Gideon’s eyes stayed on the fire.

“My husband sold us to pay a debt,” she said after a while. “He told the miner he could have me for forty-five dollars. You paid a hundred. I need to know what that bought you.”

“It bought you out of that street,” Gideon said. “That’s all it bought. The cabin has a door that latches from the inside. The bed is yours until you decide otherwise. If you want to leave when the trail clears, I’ll take you as far as the next settlement that has a decent doctor. If you want to stay through the winter and work for wages, we can talk about what the work is. I’m not keeping a ledger of what you owe me for the gold.”

Mae set the spoon down. “Silas used to say everything had a price. Food. Quiet. The right to sleep without being woken.”

“Silas isn’t here.”

She looked at the scarred hands resting on his knees. They were large enough to have done the things people whispered about. They had also steadied her on the crate and let go the moment she was upright. “What if I stay and you change your mind?”

“Then you take the boy and the blanket and you walk. I’ll give you the mule and enough food to reach the valley. I won’t follow.” He met her eyes. “I’m not asking you to trust that tonight. I’m telling you the terms so you can test them.”

Samuel’s fist opened and closed against her collarbone. Mae rested her cheek against his head for a moment. The cabin smelled of woodsmoke and stew. The cradle waited, empty and clean.

“I want him fed and warm,” she said. “I want to sleep without listening for boots. I want to know, in the morning, that the door still latches from my side.” She swallowed. “And I want to decide the rest after I’ve done those three things.”

Gideon nodded once. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

He stood, banked the fire, and moved his own blankets to the far side of the main room, well clear of the bed. Mae carried Samuel to the cradle, laid him down, and watched until his breathing evened. Then she crossed to the door, lifted the latch, and set it so it could only be opened from inside. The bar settled into place with a soft wooden sound.

Gideon was already stretched out on his blankets, face turned toward the wall. He did not look over. Mae blew out the lamp, climbed into the bed with her dress still on, and pulled the quilt to her chin. The mattress was stuffed firm. The sheets smelled of soap. For the first time in months she closed her eyes without calculating how many steps it would take to reach Samuel if someone entered angry.

Outside, the wind moved across the ridge. Inside, the fire settled into coals. Samuel sighed once in the cradle. Mae listened to both sounds until her own breathing slowed to match them. In the morning there would be more questions. Tonight there was only the latch, the warmth, and the unfamiliar fact that no one had required her to earn them before she was allowed to rest.