California Romance (20 page)

Sarah’s ballooning spirits fell to the ground as if punctured.

“I want a word with you.”

A spurt of fear shot through Sarah. She looked around for help, but no one was in sight. “I have nothing to say to you.” She stood then sprang into the buggy. Lightly flicking the horse with the reins, she urged him forward.

Her attempt to escape was futile. Red vaulted to the ground and onto the buggy seat in two gigantic leaps. Then he pulled a pistol. “None of that, missy. I’d as soon knock you out as look at you.” He snatched up the reins with his free hand, leaving his mount to follow behind. “I reckon I’ll ride a piece with you.”

Red whipped the horse, and they sped away from town—at far too fast a pace for Sarah to risk jumping from the rig.

When Sarah could find her voice, she summoned her iciest manner. “I demand an explanation. Why are you doing this?”

Red smiled wickedly. “Just doing my job,” he mumbled.

Doing his job? A horrid feeling engulfed Sarah. It couldn’t be! Surely Gus and Tice were not involved in her abduction. Here? After all these months? It seemed impossible that they would have followed her all the way to Madera and then been able to keep their presence a secret.

Determined to learn the worst, Sarah pushed for the truth. “And just what is this job?” she demanded.

“I met some men from St. Louis, old friends of your’n, in Fresno,” he bragged. “Yore daddy and your heartbroken fiancé—Edwards, isn’t it? What’d you mean runnin’ off like that?” He didn’t wait for a reply but rambled on, obviously getting perverse pleasure from the situation. Every word from his cruel mouth brought despair.

“No one makes a fool outa Red Fallon,” he sneered. “I alwuz git even.” He whipped the horse into a dead run, and his eyes gleamed.

A few miles south of Madera, Red halted the buggy. Standing in the middle of the road was a horse-drawn coach and two men: Gus Stoddard and Tice Edwards smiling in a way that curdled Sarah’s blood.

Tice yanked her out of the buggy. “I’ve lost a lot of time and money tracking you down,” he shouted, “more than you’re worth.”

Sarah felt sick.  Her heart fluttered in fear. “How did you find me?” she whispered.

He sneered. “Gus found a barely legible letter from Seth under your bed.” Sarah gasped. Seth’s missing letter!

Tice cursed. “Unfortunately there were no clues to his whereabouts. Worse, the postmark was so blurred that all we could make out was
M-a-something
,
California.”

Tice shook his fist in Sarah’s face. “Have you any idea how much it costs to send telegrams to ‘Seth Anderson,’ in care of every post office in California that starts with the letters M and
a?”

He blew out a breath as putrid as himself. “None of them did any good. We’ve spent weeks crisscrossing this rotten state. If we hadn’t run across Fallon  when we stopped  at a saloon in  Fresno on our way here,  we’d still be looking for you. When we’re back in St. Louis, you’ll pay, Sarah Anderson!”

She shuddered. Any true feelings the man might have had for her had clearly worn away over the past months. Only Tice’s pride and Gus’s outstanding gambling debt had kept them searching for the ungrateful girl. Clenching her fingers until the nails bit into the palms of her hands, Sarah defied them. “I am not going back to St. Louis. And I will never be your wife.”

“Oh, I think you will,” Tice said silkily. He reached into his waistcoat, brought out a goodly amount of money, and thrust it at Red. “Here you are. If anyone asks what’s become of Sarah, tell them her father and her husband came to get her.”

Red’s jaw dropped. “Husband! And her carryin’ on with Matt Sterling? Well, whadda you know!”

“Oh yes.” Tice took out a paper and flourished it before Red’s amazed eyes. “See? A marriage certificate, all signed and proper. Wonder what your Matt Sterling’s going to say when he hears he’s been courting a married woman?”

T
ice Edwards waved the sham marriage certificate under Sarah’s nose. Triumph and hatred made his eyes more snakelike than ever. “Did you hear that,
Mrs. Edwards?
You think you’re such a high and mighty Christian, better than honest men like your daddy and me. Bah!” He spat in the dusty road. “According to Fallon here, you’ve been acting all sweet and
available
, all the while being my wife.” He donned a pious expression that made Sarah’s stomach lurch. “Good thing Gus and I found you when we did. Sounds like we got here just before you up and married this Sterling in spite of already having a husband.”

Gus Stoddard let out a coarse “haw haw.” The delight in Red Fallon’s gloating face was enough to send arrows of fear winging into Sarah’s heart. Never in her life had she encountered such evil. Yet part of her wanted to shriek with laughter at Tice’s hypocrisy, although the knowledge that his slick tongue could charm a den of rattlesnakes added terror to her situation. What should she do? She was no match for even one of these wicked men, let alone the three together in cahoots against her.

A heavily marked verse in Virginia Anderson’s Bible flashed into Sarah’s mind:
“Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”
It was so strong it swept away some of Sarah’s fear. Isaiah 54:17 quickly followed, the beloved verse Sarah had relied on in her wild flight from St. Louis to Madera:
“No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper….This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord.”

A silent prayer shot skyward.
God, I have submitted myself to You. I am Your servant. I claim Your promise, which is my heritage. I don’t know how You are going to free me, but I trust that You will. Perhaps even now Matthew and the outfit are looking for me. In the meantime…

Tice roughly grabbed Sarah’s shoulder. “Well?” The word cracked like a rifle shot. “What have you to say for yourself?”

Red Fallon cackled. “More like a mountain lion when you get her riled.” He rubbed the cheek that had worn the prints of Sarah’s fingers.

Tice’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. “All the better. More fun to tame her that way.”

The men’s suggestive laughter sent fury cascading through Sarah. She tore herself away from Tice’s painful grip, opened her mouth to shrivel them with words then stopped. A plan had popped into her head with the speed of a bullet. There was a far better way. She turned her back on Tice and Red. If the idea were to work, it must be through Gus. He loved money more than anything in the world. Could she play on his greed?

“I know I’ve caused you a lot of trouble,” she told him.

Gus’s mouth gaped, disclosing his stained teeth, but she rushed on.

“I can make it up to you, Gus.”

Her stepfather’s disbelieving snort boded no good for Sarah’s plan. “You can make it up to me by marryin’ Tice. You shoulda done it in the first place ’nsteada runnin’ off out here.”

Sarah drew herself to her full height. “Matthew Sterling is the owner of the Diamond S Ranch, the biggest spread in the valley. He’s rich and the most respected man in this part of the state. If you release me, he will pay you far more than Tice will ever give you. I promise you that.”

Tice bellowed with rage, but Sarah saw the telltale avarice spring to Gus’s eyes. “What makes you think this rancher would do that for the likes o’ you?” he said suspiciously.

“Matt will do whatever it takes to get me back.” Knowledge it was true rang in every word. If it took everything Matt Sterling possessed, he would gladly give it away to free her.

Gus turned to Tice. “If he’s that rich, it might not be a bad idee,” he tentatively said. “You can get any woman you want, and we wouldn’t have a kidnapping charge hangin’ over our heads.”

“Kidnapping!” Red Fallon cursed. “You didn’t say anythin’ about this bein’ a kidnapping. Is she your wife or ain’t she?”

“Sure she is,” Tice lied. “Can’t you tell she’s just trying to work us against each other? She’s having pipe dreams about Sterling. Besides, if he’s all that respectable and looked up to, he’s not going to pay out good money when he finds it’s for another man’s wife.”

A surge of courage caused Sarah to say, “Don’t believe him, Red. It’s a wicked lie. I am not his wife, and Gus Stoddard isn’t my father. He sold me to Tice to pay his gambling debts.”

Her hopes of enlisting Red’s aid died aborning. He raised one eyebrow and said, “I reckon I’ll believe the feller what paid me for helpin’ him.” He held out a soiled paw and solemnly shook Tice’s smooth hand then smirked at Sarah. He quickly mounted the black horse that had followed behind Matt’s horse and buggy. “So long, Sarah Anderson Edwards. I’ll make sure to announce yore marriage,” he mockingly called as he rode back the way he had brought Sarah.

Sarah was aghast. With him went all hope for escape. Even if Gus believed Matt would pay a ransom for her, he was too weak to stand up against Tice. Once they got to Fresno, Gus and Tice would hustle her aboard the train. All would be lost. If she tried to enlist help, they would produce the forged marriage certificate and make up some plausible story about her not being well and unable to know what she was saying.

“We better get outa here,” Gus muttered, peering fearfully into the rapidly falling shadows. “If Sarah ain’t lyin’ about Sterling, we may have a posse on our trail.”

Tice shoved Sarah inside the coach, waited for Gus to climb aboard, then jumped to the driver’s seat and urged the horses faster and faster through the darkening evening. The two lighted lanterns barely gave enough light to penetrate the growing gloom that hovered between sunset and the appearance of moon or stars, but Tice didn’t slow the horses. He whipped them unmercifully and swore when they could run no faster.

Sarah clung to the side of the rocking coach to keep from being tossed about. Where would it all end? They rounded a sharp turn. Sarah screamed.

A deer stood in the middle of the road, transfixed by the lantern light.

The horses whinnied and reared. “Get out of the way, you—” A string of curses followed. Tice lost control of the carriage. It slammed into a boulder at the side of the road and overturned.

Sarah’s last conscious thought as she was hurled from the coach was a silent cry:
This is the end, God. At least You saved me from Tice. I’m just sorry I never got to tell Matt how much I care for him
.

Earlier that day Matt and Sheriff Meade and his posse had conducted a thorough search for Sarah. It was no use. She had vanished as if spirited away by the wind. Tired and discouraged they turned back to town.

While they were riding down the street, Evan Moore rushed into the street and waved them down.

“Red Fallon’s in the saloon. He’s spinning a yarn about getting even with you and the tenderfoot you took in.” Dread etched deep lines in the postmaster’s face. “I’m afraid it might have something to do with Miss Sarah being missing.”

Matt leaped from Chase. “It had better not. If Red’s up to his old tricks, I’ll break every bone in his body!” His long strides took him down the street ahead of the others and into the saloon with a crash of the swinging doors. “Fallon?”

“Right here.” Red gave a drunken laugh and jingled a handful of money, more money than he should have on him this far from payday.

Matt collared him and bellowed, “Do you know anything about Sarah Anderson?”

Red crowed with glee. “A lot more than you do, Matthew Sterling. All this time you been sparkin’ her, she’s been married!” He gave a fiendish laugh and pointed an accusing finger. “I reckon that’ll tie a knot in your lasso. She ain’t Miss Sarah Anderson a’tall. She’s
Mrs. Tice Edwards!”

“That’s a rotten lie,” Matt shouted. “Who told you such a monstrous thing?”

Red burst into laughter again. “Her daddy and her husband. That’s who!”

A collective gasp went up from the hangers-on in the saloon. Matt, although shocked to the core to learn Tice Edwards had found Sarah, kept a tight rein on himself. If he could string Red along, perhaps the despicable cowhand would spill his guts with more details—especially the whereabouts of Sarah and her companions. “How’d you happen to make the acquaintance of Tice Edwards?”

Drunk as much with success at finally besting Matt as by being “likkered up,” Red was triumphant. “Met him an’ Gus Stoddard in Fresno. Gossip had it they were tryin’ to find Sarah. I told ’em for a consideration I’d help them. They were all torn up over her havin’ run away from home.”

Matt could barely breathe. “You helped kidnap Sarah?”

Red’s face flamed, and he shook himself free from Matt’s clutch. “Naw! There was no kidnapping to it! I just took Sarah to her daddy and her husband. There’s a real happy endin’. Right now they’re in a coach bigger than yours, on their way back to St. Louis.” Red guffawed. “ ’Course that cuts you out, Matt. Lady Luck ain’t very good to you when it comes to love, is she? This is the second time a little ol’ gal has made a fool of you!”

After getting a fuller description of the coach from Red, Matt had heard all he needed to know.
Crack
. A well-placed punch left Red sprawled on the saloon floor. Matt towered over him. “Listen, Red, and listen hard. Either you leave the valley for good, or I’m swearing out a warrant for kidnapping.” He ignored Red’s protest. “Sarah Anderson is not and never has been married to Tice Edwards. If she’ll have me, I aim to make her my wife. Even if she were married, your waylaying her could send you to jail for a long time. Right, sheriff?” He turned to Sheriff Meade, who had arrived in time to see Red hit the floor.