To Love A Cowboy

He found all the sisters beautiful, but it was Stevie- he thought- who looked like an angel. Her eyes were nearly colorless, gray even. Her hair was pale the color of a wheat field, and her skin tanned. She was to him someone his sisters could look up to, a role model, a real woman of the west.
"Mr. Lewis" she spoke his name softly, her voice he noticed was slightly raspy. Though he had spoken to Billy and Jamie several times Stevie was never one to speak very much. Not in front of him anyway.
"Please" he said looking around noticing all at once he wasn't in his own room "call me Ephraim... where am I?" This was a much grander looking room than his, the walls were wooden, and the ceilings were high, the bed was large with a fur blanket covering him, this had to be the Steele's home, but how did he end up here?
He looked again to Stevie; she wore a somber expression.
"There was an accident..." she looked at him very seriously "Don't you remember being shot?"
He leaned his head back on the fluffy pillow behind him and closed his eyes. When he had discovered three unknown men on his ranch taking his cows, he had lost it and, his shoulder- he was shot! His sisters?
"Sophie and Tess are here they're safe." she said as if reading his mind
He sighed relief and rubbed his forehead, had he fallen from his horse? "My head..." he said feeling nausea overtake him all at once. He closed his eyes once more and willed himself not to be sick.
Stevie left only momentarily and brought him, from the smell of it- Peppermint tea. He sipped it and offered his thanks.
"Mr. Lewis, glad to see you're up" Billy spoke much louder than Stevie as he walked into the room.
His mustache moved as he talked, and he realized that Billy had the same eyes as Stevie did. However, instead of the blond hair, his hair was gray from age.