Timeless Passion: 10 Historical Romances To Savor (152 page)

When he exited the house, Boone found that Jake had thrown Micah and Rich’s lifeless bodies over their horses, and that both the remaining Bylers were bound and sitting on horses as well. Mrs. Byler continued to rant, her voice grating on the nerves as the men headed out of the yard.

• • •

When they arrived in Dodge City, Bat, Boone, and Jake swung down from their horses in front of the sheriff’s office. They’d had all they could stand of Mrs. Byler and had a greater understanding of how the boys turned out as they did. Bat grimaced and said, “Maybe you boys ought to go ahead and take this she-devil on with you to Tipton.”

“Sorry,” said Boone with a half smile. “This is where her crime was committed. You know the rules.”

Boone and Jake helped load Lee Byler and his mother into jail cells and then they took the two other horses down to the undertakers. They delivered the dead bodies and paid for them to be buried.

Then both boys went in search of a bath, a drink, and a bed.

• • •

Two exhausted men and one prisoner headed out of town the next day, after thanking Bat for his help.

“It was nothing,” Bat said. “Part of the job. Y’all come back when you can enjoy yourselves. We got a nice little place here … most of the time.”

On the trail again, the boys found they missed Micah’s singing. They tried a halfhearted rendition of “Clementine,” but let it go after a couple of verses. Most all they could remember was the chorus, and the singing made them miss Micah even more.

They traveled in silence after that.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Sunday morning, the Fourth of July, 1880, dawned bright and clear. It was a perfect day for a celebration.

Visitors to Tipton started arriving by seven
A.M.
, pulling their buggies and wagons into open areas, and tying their horses to anything that didn’t move.

Main Street filled with tourists — they peered into shop windows and poured into the local eateries. Children galloped up and down the boardwalks, playing games and making new friends.

Morning services started at eight o’clock in the Congregational Church, and there was standing room only in the modest building.

Mindy sat in the fourth row with Mrs. Boone, Becky, and her husband, Neville, and little Terese. The pint-sized bundle was difficult to control this morning. She stood in the pew and turned this way and that, staring out the windows and the open church doors to the activity taking place just a few yards away. She pulled on her mother’s sleeve, asking, “Mommy, where did all the children come from?” Her eyes glowed with excitement and wonder.

Her mother shushed Terri repeatedly, suggesting she would take the child out if she didn’t behave, though Becky didn’t seem to have the heart to carry out the threat. It was too glorious a day. The entire church was filled with a palpable sense of expectancy.

Members greeted each other with broad smiles and happy hugs. They sought out visitors, pumping hands and slapping backs, and when those gathered raised their voices in song, the rafters echoed with the sound.

• • •

Mindy and company exited the church building, saying their goodbyes and good wishes to the preacher and his wife. When they stepped out onto the boardwalk, their hearts filled with exuberance and pride. Red, white, and blue bunting hung from the storefronts all the way down Main Street. Flags were on display in every possible position, with their thirty-eight stars blazing against a canvas of blue.

Becky spoke the words Mindy was thinking. “It looks good, doesn’t it?”

“I’ve never seen anything like it!” Mindy turned to Becky and grasped both her hands. She was even more excited than Terese! “And to think that we had a part! I’m so excited. What do we do first?”

“Well, unfortunately, among all the fun, we have work to do. I told Celia that we would volunteer part of the day as helpers. Otherwise, I don’t think she would get a chance to enjoy herself at all. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all! I’m thrilled to take part. We’ve never had anything this size in our little hometown back in Mississippi. Let’s get started!”

Becky turned to Neville and said, “Last chance. Are you sure you don’t mind watching Terese this morning?”

“I want you two to go have fun. Work hard, but have fun.” He gave his wife a kiss on the cheek. “Terese will be fine. Between Nonny and me, she’ll be spoiled rotten by noon.” They all laughed and then Neville said, “We’ll see you at lunch.”

“Well then,” Becky said, with a wide grin, “we’re off to work on parade organizing. Pray for us!”

Mrs. Boone picked Terri up in her arms, and they both waved gaily as the two women headed up the street to where parade participants were staging. In the middle of a huge crowd of people, they saw the harried Celia Logan.

“Here we are. Ready to help!” Mindy announced as they walked up.

Celia turned and visibly relaxed. “Thank heavens! Would one of you please go speak to those confounded cowboys and ask them to move their animals
away
from this area? We’re already having complaints and the parade hasn’t even started yet! Tell them to congregate over near the cemetery.”

“Will do,” said Becky, as she marched away.

“What about me?” Mindy asked.

“Could you keep an eye out for Ivy Faith? She has the list with the order of procession. And then go speak to the men with the steam coaches and motor buggies, and ask them to move a little farther down the street. We need to keep them separated from everything else — they’re spooking the horses … and some of the people, for that matter.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Mindy headed off toward the strange vehicles, excited to finally see one of the new fuel-driven, internal combustion wagons up close.

The morning passed in a blur. By the time the event started, the girls barely had time to run and seek a suitable spot from which they could watch the parade. The boardwalks were filled. There were even people perched on top of the buildings! Mindy took it all in with openmouthed wonder.

Several gaily decorated wagons came first, some promoting local businesses. Mindy and Becky laughed and pointed at a man riding in one of the wagons who was dressed as George Washington.

Next, the motorcars, with black smoke belching out from behind. The people watched in fascination as these new contraptions moved along at speeds of four to five miles an hour!

Then followed three wagons, which were decorated with the new bunting that the girls had made. In the first was the mayor of the Tipton, Reuben Lowe; in the second was the esteemed Senator Joseph Watson; in the third was the governor of Kansas, John Pierce St. John. The men looked fine and distinguished in their black cutaway suits and white shirts. The crowd cheered wildly as the gentlemen waved.

The air rang with the vibrant music of the Tipton General Marching Band, a twenty-piece ensemble that had the heart of a company five times its size. Flutes, trumpets, drums, and cymbals played and crashed along to the tune of John Philips Sousa’s new song, “The Gladiator March.” Every heart swelled with pride and joy.

The parade also included former soldiers, walking sedately. It was a day made for goodwill, and men who had fought against one other in the recent war now walked alongside each other in respectful dignity.

The fire brigade came next, and following them were the children on horseback, and then the cowboys. The more daring among them stood on their beasts, or performed tricks like rolling underneath the belly of the horse mid-stride.

It was a wonderful parade. When the last of it passed, Melinda looked to Becky and was happy to see tears that matched her own.

Merle Lacy had joined the girls, and the three spent many happy minutes recounting their favorite moments of the parade, before Becky shouted out, “Oh my! The desserts! We have to fetch them to the food site!” She grabbed Mindy by the hand and dragged her down the road and to her house. Inside, they quickly grabbed baskets stacked full of pies and cakes and hurried off again.

• • •

As they were setting up tables for the food, Lucas walked up. “I’ve been looking for you all morning, Mindy! I should have known you’d be in the middle of the activity.” He looked her over and smiled. “You look ravishing!”

Mindy blushed. For once in her life, she did feel pretty. She knew it was partly the contagious mood of the day, but she was enjoying the heady sensation.

“And you look handsome yourself,” she replied honestly. Lucas wore a blue suit that played against his blond hair and good looks in an altogether pleasing way. “Did you enjoy the parade?”

“I didn’t watch it. I can’t stand all that noise, and crowds bother me. I slept in this morning! First time I’ve done that in I don’t know how long.”

Mindy couldn’t imagine how anyone could choose to stay inside on a day like this, but she had to admit, Lucas looked well rested. She remembered with a start that it hadn’t been so long ago that he’d been shot. “You look like you’re feeling well.”

“I feel great. Let’s do something!”

Mindy laughed. “Like what?”

“Let’s go sign up for the games. We can do the egg toss and the frog toss together.”

“I’d still like to see you sign up for that greased pig contest,” Mindy teased.

“I’ve already told you, I’m leaving that foolishness to the young people. I am thinking about entering the Old Timer’s race, though.”

Mindy was puzzled. “But that’s for men over fifty, Luke.”

“Thanks for the compliment, my girl … I’ll be fifty-three on my next birthday.”

Mindy swallowed and tried to keep her mouth from dropping open. Fifty-three?

She said a quick farewell to Becky and then she and Luke headed toward the large open area designated for the games. They put their names on the list for both tosses and Luke paid the entrance fees. “Now what?” he asked.

“Let’s go get a good seat for the speeches!” Mindy caught the disparaging look on Luke’s face and gently chided, “It’s our duty as citizens of these United States of America to participate in all the events today.” Her tone carried a hint of humor, but she was serious — she wanted to experience it all!

• • •

After the speeches, lunch was served. Steven Knight was pounded on the back and thanked repeatedly for donating the meat; he happily stood at a table and carved until every piece of it was eaten.

Luke and Mindy found a secluded spot near the pond, beneath the shade of a weeping willow tree to share their lunch. As he reclined on the ground afterwards, Lucas asked, “Are you having fun?”

“Yes!” Mindy exclaimed. “This day has been heaven! I can’t imagine anything that would make it better.” But in her heart she knew there was one thing that might improve on this day … the presence of a certain black-eyed Tormentor. Her eyes had kept up a continual perusal of the crowds all morning, hoping that she might spot his familiar face. She sighed, thinking that there was no telling how long his mission would take. Saying another prayer for his safety, she realized Lucas was staring at her. “What is it? Do I have pie on my face?”

“No. Your face is perfect — just like you, Mindy.” Lucas took her hand and put it to his mouth, gently placing a kiss against her knuckles. The movement made her insides tremble, but not in an altogether good way. She pulled her hand away.

“What shall we do next?” she asked.

“The games will begin soon, I’m sure. Until the announcement, I’m enjoying sitting here under this big, blue sky in your company.” Lucas paused. “There are still things we need to talk about, Melinda.”

“I don’t know, Lucas. It’s still too soon.”

“It’s been long enough for me to know my feelings. I want you to be my wife.”

Mindy looked across the pond at the wide sea of people, her thoughts tumbling inside her noggin. Was Lucas her destiny? Was she being silly and immature and horribly fickle to consider passing up the opportunity to marry such a good man? Her heart was torn in two pieces. If only. If only.

“Is it Boone?” Lucas asked. He stared at Mindy until she met his gaze.

“I don’t know, Luke. I don’t know,” Mindy said honestly.

“He’s not for you, Melinda. He’s a rambler and a drifter. He lives a dangerous life, and you’d be miserable, always wondering if he would make it home. You need something much more stable than that, something that I could give you.”

Mindy looked away. She heard the words, but it sounded like they came from far away.

“I saw him this morning — ” Lucas began.

Mindy’s head turned quickly.

“I’m sorry. I thought you knew. He’s back. This is just another example of what I’m talking about. He should have said something to you.” Lucas took her hand again. “He’s not the man for you, Mindy. I heard he shot and killed an old woman on this trip.”

Mindy gasped. “No! He wouldn’t!”

“I don’t know the details. But it’s what I’ve heard.”

Dropping her head, Mindy felt her spirit fall within her. “He wouldn’t, Lucas. He couldn’t.”

Lucas shook his head. “It’s time to face the truth, Melinda. He’s not for you.”

Mindy looked up. Tears were in her eyes. “I can’t discuss this right now, Luke. Give me more time. Please.” Standing, she held out her hand. “Let’s get back to the games, all right?”

• • •

Mindy and Lucas watched the games of skill and slowly the excitement of the day eased back into her body. They laughed at the men who chased a greased pig until they thought they might split their sides. One fellow finally held the squirming animal up in his triumphant hands, and then promptly fell — splat! — backside first into a mud puddle.

The next event was the greased pole. Men paid fifty cents each to try to climb it and remove a small American flag attached to the top. When the crowd had decided that no one could possibly earn the prize, a small, barefoot boy of about nine took a turn. He shinnied up the pole like he had done it every day of his life. The audience roared their approval!

Lucas and Mindy participated in the frog toss, and she couldn’t help but laugh at the folly of it all. They were each given three “frogs” — small sacks filled with dried beans — and offered the chance to throw them onto the “lily pad” — or a steel hoop — placed several feet away. Neither one ever hit their target, but they laughed themselves silly.