“Every stone used to construct both the original structure and the south wing was quarried in the state of Texas,” Miss Montgomery continued, “and all the lumber was milled from Texas trees with the exception of the hand-hewn doors, which were made in Mexico. The south wing was added by Amanda’s parents-Senator Jason Hartmann and Mary Millicent Tutt Hartmann-to provide additional accommodations for guests and to increase the size of the kitchen and service areas. They loved to entertain at the ranch. When Amanda and Mister Toby had their wedding here, it was like old times,” the housekeeper said with a wistful sigh. “Some of the stockmen even put on a rodeo for the guests.”

“How long have you worked here?” Jamie asked.

“I have lived here almost all of my life,” the housekeeper said as she started up the stairs.

Jamie listened as Miss Montgomery explained that the ranch had long served as a retreat for family members and friends, Palo Duro board members, and board members of the Alliance of Christian Voters, which was founded by Mary Millicent. In addition to family quarters, there were six guest suites. The ranch-house compound was enclosed by a security fence and included a large garage, a shed used by the gardeners, four bungalows for in-house staff and their families, and two bungalows for overflow guests. Other ranch employees lived in an area north of the ranch known as Hartmann City.

From the second-floor gallery, Jamie paused to look across the great hall at the soaring stained-glass windows as they captured the last rays of the setting sun.

“Amanda’s grandfather saw similar windows while touring in Italy with his wife back in the early 1900s,” Miss Montgomery said. “He had Italian artisans duplicate the windows and hired an architect to design a house that would properly showcase them.”

“Was the tower his idea?” Jamie asked.

“No, actually the tower was Mary Millicent’s idea. It was added when the south wing was built.”

“What’s it used for?” Jamie asked.

“The first floor is a storeroom, and there’s a chapel on the second floor,” the housekeeper said. “The upper part is just an empty shell.”

Jamie followed the housekeeper through a doorway that led to the south wing. On the left was an arched entryway to a tiny chapel with a softly illuminated altar. As they walked down the hall, Jamie noticed that each door had a brass plate with the name of a biblical landmark. The housekeeper stopped in front of “Cana.”

“Do you know why I am here?” Jamie asked.

Miss Montgomery nodded.

“Do other people here at the ranch know?”

“Only myself, the nurse who will care for you, and Chief Kelly. As far as everyone else is concerned, you are Miss Amanda’s guest. It isn’t unusual for her to allow individuals to live here for a time-to heal, to meditate, or to write. When it becomes apparent that you are pregnant, those who live and work here will assume that you are an unmarried young woman that Amanda has taken under her wing. And you will tell no one otherwise. I understand that you have signed a confidentiality agreement with Amanda and her husband. That agreement began the minute that you signed it.”

Jamie nodded. “Yes, I understand that.”

“All of us here at the ranch think very highly of Amanda,” Miss Montgomery went on. “She is not only our employer, she is our spiritual leader.”

Unsure if a response was required of her, Jamie fiddled with the handle on her small traveling bag.

“And you, too, will feel the same as time goes by,” Miss Montgomery continued, moving closer to Jamie and placing a hand on her arm. With her face so close that Jamie could see the pores in her nose, the housekeeper said, “You will come to understand that God put you on this earth to bear a child for Amanda Hartmann.”

Jamie took a step backward. She started to tell the woman that she had not come here to carry out a godly mission. She had a business arrangement with Amanda Hartmann and Toby Travis that had nothing to do with God.

But she decided to change the subject instead. “Is there another stairway that I should use to the take the dog in and out?” she asked.

Miss Montgomery pointed to a door at the end of the hall and, returning to her businesslike demeanor, said, “The stairs lead to a back entrance by the kitchen. The security alarm is activated between ten P.M. and six A.M. You will be served your meals in your rooms, except for Sunday morning, when the kitchen is closed. Laundry should be bundled and left outside your door. Other than the immediate grounds, Amanda has specified that you are not to leave the house unless I or a member of the security staff accompanies you. The cook will visit with you in the morning about your food preferences. Now, if you’ll tell me what you would like for dinner, I will see that it is prepared. In the meantime, make yourself at home.”

“What about my car?”

“It is parked in the garage behind the house. After you remove whatever of your possessions you’ll need during your stay here, the car will be stored in the motor pool in Hartmann City.” The housekeeper said good-night and promised to take her on a tour of the ranch in the morning.

Jamie thanked the woman and entered the rooms that were to be her home for some months to come. French doors opened onto a small balcony. A large cabinet housed a big-screen television and several pieces of colorful Native American pottery. Indian blankets hung on the walls, and the furnishings were handsome handmade Mexican pieces. A kitchenette hidden behind folding doors was already stocked with dog food, bottled water, and snacks. A small desk sat under a window; beside it was an electric typewriter on a metal stand. Jamie remembered her father typing on a machine like that but hadn’t seen one in years.

The spacious bedroom was furnished with a king-size bed, an easy chair and ottoman, a lamp table, and a cabinet with a second smaller television set. The bathroom had a large oval tub, a glass-enclosed shower stall, a large mirrored vanity, and a skylight. A cabinet by the tub held stacks of thick white towels and washcloths and a basket of bath soaps and toiletries.

Jamie put away the things from her traveling bag, then sat on the sofa waiting for Kelly to return with her dog. For now, this apartment was her home, but it would feel homier when she had some of her own possessions in place.

Jamie took another look around and did some push-ups and crunches. Then she opened the door and looked up and down the empty hallway.

She went back to the sofa and reached for the remote control. Soon the familiar voice of a CNN anchor filled the small room. She watched the news and then tried to plan how she would make the two rooms seem more her own. She would move the Indian blanket over the sofa to another wall and hang her great-grandmother’s mirror there. Or she might leave the blanket there and move the sofa.

She looked at her watch, trying to decide how long it had been since she and Ralph arrived at the house. More than an hour. Maybe an hour and a half.

What was taking Kelly so damned long? She needed her dog so she wouldn’t feel so alone.

What if he had slipped out of his collar and gotten lost? Maybe the reason Kelly was taking so long was because she was out looking for him.

By the time the security chief finally arrived, Jamie was frantic. “Sorry to have taken so long,” Kelly said. “A deputy from the county sheriff’s office dropped by for a chitchat.”

Jamie dropped to her knees, put her arms around Ralph’s neck, and accepted his doggy kisses on her chin. She planted a few kisses of her own on the top of his head.

“I guess Montgomery explained the rules,” Kelly said. “Miss Hartmann wants you looked after, and I plan to carry out her wishes.”

“Fine,” Jamie said, without looking up at her.

She waited until Kelly left before bursting into tears.