Millionaire Cowboy Heard Them Laugh at Widow’s Old Dress—His Next Move Silenced Everyone

Chapter 7

The next morning, Silas took Margaret and Daniel to his estate.

It was not a grand palace.

It was a large stone house surrounded by barns, cattle pens, orchards, and fields.

Silas employed dozens of laborers.

His wealth came from years of buying struggling farms, improving them, raising cattle, and selling goods along the river.

Margaret felt uncomfortable the moment she stepped inside.

Everything seemed too fine.

Polished wood.

Persian carpets.

Silver candlesticks.

Paintings.

She looked down at her dress.

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Silas noticed.

“You don’t need to change.”

“I look ridiculous here.”

“No.”

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He paused.

“You look like someone who has been surviving.”

Margaret looked at him.

He continued walking.

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Then Daniel ran toward a stable.

Silas followed.

Inside were twelve horses.

Daniel stopped in amazement.

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Silas lifted him onto the back of a gentle gray mare.

Margaret protested.

“Silas—”

“It’s all right.”

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“You’ll spoil him.”

Silas smiled.

“I’ve never had a child to spoil.”

The words escaped before he could stop them.

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Margaret’s expression softened.

Silas looked away.

His wife had died years earlier.

So had the child they had expected.

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He rarely spoke of either.

Margaret understood the silence.

That evening, they ate dinner together.

No servants remained in the room.

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Daniel fell asleep near the fire.

Margaret asked quietly:

“Why did you never marry again?”

Silas looked at the flames.

“I didn’t find a reason.”

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She smiled faintly.

“That’s not true.”

He looked at her.

“How would you know?”

“Because I think you’ve spent years pretending you don’t need anyone.”

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Silas leaned back.

“And you?”

“I spent years pretending I wasn’t afraid.”

Their eyes met.

Neither spoke.

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Outside, wind moved through the trees.

Then someone knocked hard at the front door.

Silas stood.

A rider entered.

“Mr. Carter.”

“What?”

“We found a body near the old mill.”

Silas’s expression darkened.

“Who?”

The rider looked at Margaret.

“Samuel Pike.”

Margaret covered her mouth.

The last living witness to her husband’s land purchase was dead.

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