Only 04 - Only Love

feed two people until the melt came.”
    “You were a little slow figuring out who the second person was, weren’t you?” Willow asked dryly.
    The back door slammed, cutting off the sound of Caleb’s laughter.
    “What if he can’t get to the cabin?” Willow asked.
    “He will. Getting back in Shannon’s good graces will be the real trick. That was one purely pissed off woman who rode out of here.”
    “He’ll have all winter.”
    “He’ll need it,” Caleb said.
    “I doubt it. He has an unfair advantage.”
    “What’s that?”
    “She loves him,” Willow said simply.
     
    A S dawn began to take stars and darkness from the sky, Whip resettled the straps of his backpack and set out across the meadow toward Shannon’s cabin. Peaks lifted silently above the earthbound darkness, bathing their rugged faces in the first heady light of dawn.
    The air was utterly still around him, as cold andsharp as freshly broken ice. His breath was a shimmering cloud around his face. Each step he took brought squeaks from the dry, frigid snow beneath his feet.
    Whip didn’t notice the sounds, for he felt as though he was moving through a waking dream.
    I’ve been here before, in the winter, with sunrise all around.
    But he never had…except in his dream of a cabin and a woman waiting for him.
    By the time Whip crossed the meadow, dawn was stealing down the mountains and touching the evergreens with gentle tongues of fire. The dark square of the cabin suddenly showed slivers of yellow light between the shutters. As he came closer, the door opened.
    Warmth and golden light flowed out to meet him. Shannon was standing in the center of it, waiting for Whip, knowing that only one man could make Prettyface dance with silent eagerness.
    “If you’re bringing that gold back,” Shannon said icily, “you can just take it and—”
    The words ended in a muffled sound as Whip pulled Shannon into his arms and kissed her with the soul-deep need that had haunted him every step of the way since he had left her. When he finally lifted his head, she was holding him as hard as he was holding her, and dawn was riding their shoulders like a golden cape.
    “I’m staying,” Whip said. “You can rage at me and pull strips from my hide for my damn foolishness, but I’m never leaving you again, ever, I—”
    Her fingers touched Whip’s mouth, stilling the tumbling words.
    “Don’t make promises it would kill you to keep,” Shannon said shakily. “I don’t want that. Inever wanted that, once I understood about all those sunrises you’ve never seen.”
    Whip looked into the dawn reflected by Shannon’s eyes and smiled oddly.
    “That’s what I’m trying to tell you,” he said. “The sunrise I was chasing all over the world to find is the one that only love could give me. Nothing on earth calls to me the way you do. It just took me a while to get used to the idea.”
    Shannon went still, afraid to hope again.
    “I wasn’t searching for sunrises,” Whip said softly. “I was searching for something I couldn’t name, something unbearably beautiful, something unspeakably perfect that was waiting for me to discover it.”
    Whip bent and kissed Shannon with a gentleness that brought tears to her eyes.
    “I found it in you,” he said simply. “I love you, honey girl. You’re the only sunrise I’ll ever need.”

Epilogue
    S HANNON and Whip spent winter in the small cabin, laughing and loving while wild storms blew over the land. When the passes opened once more, they went to Canyon City and brought a preacher back with them over the mountains.
    They were married at Willow and Caleb’s house, with Reno as best man, Eve’s pure alto singing of love everlasting, Ethan scampering through the maze of adult legs, and baby Rebecca Black watching from Willow’s arms with unblinking hazel eyes. Jessi and Wolfe brought the bride a shawl made of fine Irish lace and a mustang whose coat was the exact autumn shade of Shannon’s hair.
    Whip and Shannon settled in a hidden valley that was a half day’s ride from the Black ranch, and not much farther from Reno and Eve’s home. The men worked together to build a house, and the women worked to give the touches that made a house into a home.
    At the end of summer, Whip and Shannon went to Avalanche Creek and coaxed Cherokee to come back down the mountain with them, bringing with her a rich knowledge of herbs and healing and life.
    Every year the families gathered for roundups and