The line for breakfast was long. He stood near the end of it watching her. He had hardly slept. First, he couldn't fall asleep because he was still too angry and then later, he kept wondering where her tent was and if she'd made sure to bury the stakes deep so it wouldn't blow over if a storm came through. He looked around trying not to be distracted by the four bachelors around her, but to focus on the task at hand. He saw Merriweather sitting alone, and with one eye on Rebecca, he walked over to him.

"Morning." Daniel said.

"Morning." Merriweather said and rose and walked away.

Daniel sighed. He looked down at his plate. He smiled. She'd made his favorite breakfast. He looked up at her, and across the crowd of settlers, she winked at him. He looked down quickly so she couldn't see his grin.

"Dig in, Mr. Brown. That widow sure can cook. Someone said you knew her husband?" Gladstone said sitting next to him.

"Oh, we were friends as boys." He said. "You ought to see her fire a rifle!" He couldn't help bragging a bit.

"She can shoot too?" Gladstone was impressed.

"Gladstone," He said changing the subject, "Did everyone here join up from reading one of your fliers. Or did you know some of 'em?" He asked.

"Well the Smith's are relatives of my wife - cousins and we've known the Peterson's for about three years but the rest are strangers like you."

Daniel thought it over. The spy would be one of the strangers, he figured. He glanced around. Becky was talking and smiling with the spinster sisters.

He rose and joined the other men to start work on the south wall. The day was ferociously hot and some of the men were clueless as to building a wall, making it a frustrating morning. Around noon, some the ladies came by with buckets of water and the men paused in their work.

"Thirsty, Mr. Brown?" Becky asked him. He nodded and she came closer. He took the ladle from her and drank the cool water.

"Did you remember yet?" She asked him.

"I'm still thinking on it." He told her. She smiled at him.

"You look wore out." She said. "Didn't you sleep?"

He shook his head at her. "Too mad."

She looked down pouting. He steeled himself.

"Oh, no you don't." He said. "I will not feel guilty for being angry. You would be just as mad at me if I went off and made a decision without even telling you . . ." His voice trailed off as he realized he had done just that, a hundred times over.

She studied him thoughtfully with a loving smile on her face. She leaned closer and whispered, "You know what I love about you, Daniel?"

He shook his head. She smiled, and saying nothing walked away.

Peter walked over to him. "You thinking of courtin' her?" He asked.

"Who?" Daniel asked confused.

Peter looked at him like he was crazy. "The Widow Bryan!"

"Oh, I don't know." Daniel said indifferently. He turned back to his work. He noticed Arthur Hopkins standing alone. He saw him drop something on the ground and then walk quickly away. Curious, Daniel climbed down from where he was working and tried to find what he'd dropped but could find nothing.

He had just about fallen asleep in his supper when he saw a pebble drop onto his plate. Looking up, he saw her back disappearing with a group of women. He looked at the pebble and saw there was a piece of paper wrapped around it. He studied the note she had written. Midnight. Elm. He smiled thinking of midnight.