Dorothy Garlock (37 page)
Authors: The Searching Hearts
Allentown, Pennsylvania 1884
Her throat tightened, and her mouth filled with the metallic taste of anxiety.
The frenzied hammering of her heart was so loud that she thought Uncle Noah must hear it as he stood beside her concealed in the hedge of bridal wreath bushes that edged the lane. She peered through the inky darkness toward the unlighted house that had been her childhood home.
“Something has happened or they’d be here.”
“Patience, ducks! It’s only an hour past midnight.” Noah flavored his speech with expressions he had picked up during his travels abroad. “Tululla said Cass got the message.”
“What if they were locked in their rooms?”
“Then I’ll get on my trusty steed, jump the moat, and rescue the fair damsels.”
“Be serious, Uncle Noah.”
“I am, love. I’m just so sure that Cassandra can pull it off.”
The one reassuring fact that penetrated the whirl of Jenny’s thoughts was that her nine-year-old sister was far smarter than their half-sister, Margaret, or that disgusting religious fanatic she had married. The child had had two days to plan on how to get herself and four-year-old Beatrice out of the house and meet them at this place.
Jenny peered into the inkiness toward the house.
May the Lord forgive me for not coming back home sooner to see how my little sisters were faring.
May the Lord forgive me for not coming back home sooner to see how my little sisters were faring.
Two weeks ago, after receiving a letter from Tululla, the cook, Jenny had taken leave from the academy in Baltimore where she was teaching and returned to her childhood home for the first time since her father’s death a year ago.
She had not been welcomed.
On their father’s dying bed he had made his oldest daughter, Margaret, and her husband, Charles Ransome, guardians of his two youngest daughters and executors of their sizeable inheritance. Poor sweet Papa would have been heartsick if he had known what would happen to the business he had worked so hard to create and the treatment his young children would receive.
Charles ruled the house with an iron fist. The girls were severely and cruelly punished for the slightest infraction of his rules. The day after Jenny arrived, Charles had slapped Beatrice so hard for dropping food on the tablecloth that he knocked her from her chair.
More angry than she had ever been in her life,
Jenny had loudly and furiously rebuked her brother-in-law for his actions. When Charles had stood over Beatrice, refusing to allow Jenny to comfort the sobbing child, and ordered Jenny from the house, Margaret had stood by her husband.
Jenny had loudly and furiously rebuked her brother-in-law for his actions. When Charles had stood over Beatrice, refusing to allow Jenny to comfort the sobbing child, and ordered Jenny from the house, Margaret had stood by her husband.
According to Tululla, it was Cassandra who had borne the brunt of Charles’s cruelest discipline. She was allowed to read nothing but the Bible and forbidden to give her opinion on any subject. One of her duties was to empty the chamber pots each morning and scrub them. When religious friends came to call, she was commanded to recite long passages from the Bible; and if one word was wrong, she was whipped with a paddle or a willow switch. Sometimes she was banished to sleep alone in the barn at night.
Jenny had been so outraged that, after leaving the house, she had immediately begun to plan for the girls’ escape. She had called on her Uncle Noah for help he had been glad to give.
“Missy—” The whisper came out of the darkness.
Jenny whirled around so fast she bumped into her uncle.
“Sandy, you scared me.”
“The buggy is down da road by dem willow trees.”
“Thank you, Sandy.” She put her hand on the young man’s arm. “Is your mother all right? I don’t want either of you to get in trouble over this.”
“Ma say, ‘do it for the girls.’ Ma say this ain’t a good place for Mister H’s babes.”
“I’ll never be able to thank her enough for getting in touch with me. Sandy, if the girls don’t manage to
get out of the house tonight, we’ll be here tomorrow night. Will you try to get the message to Cassandra?”
get out of the house tonight, we’ll be here tomorrow night. Will you try to get the message to Cassandra?”
“Yes’m.” The boy turned and disappeared in the darkness.
“Uncle Noah, what will Charles do if he finds out that Tululla and Sandy helped us?”
“He’ll be madder than a wet hen, I’m sure. But Tululla’s been running this house for a long time, and he knows that Margaret’s incapable of doing it without her. The jackass is fond of eating, and Tululla is the best cook in the county. She’d have no trouble getting another position. The girls are the reason she’s been staying on.”
“And he does get work out of Sandy. He treats him like a slave, but not in Tululla’s presence. Sandy has always been kind of . . . dim-witted, but he’s harmless and devoted to the girls. Uncle Noah, I wish I could be sure that Charles will not be able to use the law to come after us when he finds out the children are with me.”
“We’ve been over that, ducks. You’re going to a place where the bloody bastard can’t reach you. Meanwhile, the lawyers will be working for you to be given legal custody.”
A half hour passed. The sky cleared and a few stars appeared. The night breeze turned cold. It seemed to Jenny that she had been standing here in the bushes forever, although it couldn’t have been more than three or four hours. She backed against Uncle Noah for warmth.
“They’re not going to get out tonight.” She
whispered the words sorrowfully. Then, at a rustle of leaves, she instantly became alert. “I heard something.”
whispered the words sorrowfully. Then, at a rustle of leaves, she instantly became alert. “I heard something.”
“Shhh . . . shhh—”
She turned her head to catch the sound and heard her name being called in a whisper.
“Vir . . . gin . . . ia—”
“Here I am, honey.”
Out of the darkness emerged one small figure. Jenny’s heart sank, but only for a moment.
Nine-year-old Cassandra, carrying her sister on her back, moved toward them. Jenny rushed to meet them, then stopped and gasped.
Both girls were stark naked.
“Oh, dear heaven!”
“Margaret takes our clothes away every night, ’cause she’s ’fraid we’ll run off.”
“That’s outrageous!”
“They locked Beatrice in the closet ’cause she wet her drawers. But I found the keys. I locked their door. I . . . locked all the doors. And I dropped the keys down the well. Oh, I hate them. I wish they were . . . dead!”
Jenny tried to lift Beatrice off Cassandra’s back, but the little girl let out a choking cry and clung desperately to her sister.
“It’s Jenny, Bea,” Cassandra said gently. “Go to Jenny. We’ll be all right now.”
Jenny took the child and wrapped her in her cape. Uncle Noah, still sputtering obscenities in a foreign language, wrapped his coat around Cassandra, and they hurried to the waiting buggy.
Wyoming Territory
Virginia Hepperly Gray, her stomach churning from the rocking, lurching movements of the stagecoach, sighed with relief when it came to a jerking halt. She patted in place her dark auburn hair, adjusted the hat pin in the crown of her hat and pulled on her gloves.
The door opened. She took the hand offered by the driver, stepped down and surveyed the huddle of buildings that made up the town of Sweetwater. She had seen quite a few new towns on the way west, but none was as primitive as this. It was all very new to her—this raw, wild, sparsely settled country. But it was just the place for her and the two small girls who followed her from the coach with confused looks on their faces.
“I’m thirsty,” the younger of the two whimpered as she had been doing for hours.
The woman controlled her irritation and reminded
herself that she couldn’t fault the little one for complaining. The children had been under a terrible strain for a year, and it had been only two weeks since they had escaped from their home in the middle of the night. So much had happened to them in such a short time.
herself that she couldn’t fault the little one for complaining. The children had been under a terrible strain for a year, and it had been only two weeks since they had escaped from their home in the middle of the night. So much had happened to them in such a short time.
“We’ll get a drink of water at the hotel . . . if there is one.”
Standing beside her trunks, which had been dumped onto the split-log porch of the unpainted building that served as the stage station, Virginia was aware of the stares of the crowd. Her stylish dark-green blouse suit, trimmed with black satin strips around the lapels and the bottom of the skirt, marked her as different from the people lined up to watch the stage come in. Roughly dressed, whiskered men eyed her, but turned away when she sternly returned their inquisitive looks.
“This is a poor excuse for a town,” Cassandra, the older child, said. “It isn’t at all what I expected.”
“It isn’t exactly what I expected either, but it’s perfect for us. We agreed on that before we set out on this journey. Remember?”
“I understand. They can’t extradite us back to Allentown from a territory.”
At times Virginia was in awe of this little half-sister who at nine years of age had such an adult grasp of their situation.
A man in a black serge suit emerged from the building. His coat was open, showing a gold watch chain stretched across a brocaded vest. His black
boots were polished but dust covered. The men on the porch parted to make way for him. He eyed Jenny, and then the girls, with a frown before he carefully removed his hat.
boots were polished but dust covered. The men on the porch parted to make way for him. He eyed Jenny, and then the girls, with a frown before he carefully removed his hat.
“Mrs. Gray?”
“I’m Virginia Gray.” Jenny, annoyed at the irritation apparent in his voice, grew even more so when he so limply shook the hand she offered.
“Alvin Havelshell, ma’am.” Steely blue eyes went to the girls standing beside the baggage. “I didn’t know you were bringing your children.”
“Is there a problem with that?”
“No. It’s just that I expected a much older woman . . . ah . . . not a young married lady with children.”
“Are you objecting to the children?”
“Not at all, Mrs. Gray . . .”
“
Miss
Gray. I have never been married.” Jenny was a tall woman. Even though she and Havelshell were of equal height, she managed to look down her nose at him and watch his face redden and his lips flatten in reaction.
Miss
Gray. I have never been married.” Jenny was a tall woman. Even though she and Havelshell were of equal height, she managed to look down her nose at him and watch his face redden and his lips flatten in reaction.
“It’s just that you’re . . . not what I expected.” The frown on his face drew his brows together.
“I have a copy of my contract with the Bureau of Indian Affairs. My attorney went over it carefully. It specifies nothing about age or marital status. Would you like to see it?”
“That won’t be necessary.” He spoke curtly and stepped out into the road to motion to the driver of a wagon to pull it up to the station porch.
While leading his horse to the water trough beside
the station, a dark-haired, clean-shaven man paused, as had every other person on the street to observe the scene on the station porch. He tilted his head and grinned. If the Indian agent had expected a docile maiden lady to take over Stoney Creek Ranch and Indian school, one he could either bend to his will or scare off, he was in for a surprise.
the station, a dark-haired, clean-shaven man paused, as had every other person on the street to observe the scene on the station porch. He tilted his head and grinned. If the Indian agent had expected a docile maiden lady to take over Stoney Creek Ranch and Indian school, one he could either bend to his will or scare off, he was in for a surprise.
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