Authors: Beverly Jenkins

Midnight (24 page)

O
n the last day of June, Faith was outside sweeping the porch when she looked up and saw a familiar man riding down the road in her direction.

“Nicholas!” she screamed. Throwing the broom aside, she launched herself to meet him.

Crying and waving she screamed again. “Nicholas!” Tears were streaming down her face and she was running as fast as a carrying woman could. When she reached him, he snatched her up onto Hades’ back and held her so tightly she thought her back would crack but she didn’t care. The kisses they shared went on forever as they laughed and wept and she ran her hands over his tired, bearded face to make certain it was really he.

He pulled her tightly against him again. “It’s so wonderful to see you,” he breathed. Nick felt like a thirsty a man finding an oasis. “So wonderful.” All the cold and death and terrible conditions he’d been forced to endure on the march to Canada and back melted under the heart-filling feel of having her in his arms again.

Hades skittered in response to all the activity on his back but Nick kept him under control. “How are you, my love?”

“I was so worried,” she breathed. “And then I got your letter.” She was so overwhelmed with joy.
He was home! He was really and truly home!
“We’re having a baby.”

He stilled and searched her face looking for the jest. “Really?”

“Yes. I’m due around the new year.”

With a laugh, he pulled her back into his arms and couldn’t have imagined happier news. “Are you well?”

“Yes, and our baby, too.”

Nick looked back into her tearstained face and grinned. “I want a daughter.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Nick and Faith rode the short distance back to the house and they both swore they were the happiest couple in the world.

Later, although Nick was so road weary he planned to sleep until autumn, he forced himself to stay awake long enough to bathe, eat, and make love to his wife. Afterwards as they lay sated and filled with their love, she asked, “How long can you stay?”

When he didn’t give a ready response, Faith turned so she could see his face. “Nick. What’s wrong?”

“From what I’ve been told, General Washington and the Congress are going to forbid men of color from participating in the rest of the fight.”

“No! Black men have died for this cause.”

He shrugged. “I know, but Washington and the rest are slave owners, so it isn’t as if we haven’t been expecting this.”

“Maybe saner minds will prevail.”

“Maybe.”

Faith now understood his mood. “Is it awful of me to be a bit glad to know you may be here to see your daughter born?”

He grinned and traced a finger down her cheek. “Not in the least. I’d like to be here for the big event, too.”

“Then Washington can change his mind anytime after that.”

He chuckled. “Come here.”

She snuggled close.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

“Yes, but I never tire of hearing you tell me or show me,” she added slyly.

“No more loving tonight, greedy woman, unless you wish to wake up with a corpse.”

She chuckled. “Can’t have that.”

Nick kissed the top of her head. “I think I’m going to sleep now.”

“You’re allowed.” She turned and gave him a kiss, whispering, “Sleep well and I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

“With all my heart.”

His lids fluttered closed and he drifted away.

Faith lay in the dark listening to the rise and fall of his breathing and knew that she would never lack love again. With her husband by her side and their baby on the way, life was perfect. Smiling with contentment, she drifted off to sleep as well.

Epilogue

N
ick got his wish. On January 1, 1776, Morna Adeline Grey came into the world weighing a healthy eight pounds, three ounces, and yelling loud enough to be heard in Lexington. The slave owner generals and congressional representatives in charge of the rebellion realized they needed the men of color in order to chase the British from the American shores and rescinded the ban.

A month after his daughter was born, Nicholas Grey, former smuggler and now father, marched back to war with the hopes of making the new country a safe and secure place for the two women he loved. He’d found his peace.

Author Note

Dear Readers,

Writing Faith and Nick’s story was entertaining and educational. I knew very little about the true role played by people of African descent in the nation’s battle for freedom, and after my research I was blown away, not only by the facts, stories, and statistics, but by the knowledge of how strong and politically active the nation’s Black communities were in the eighteenth century. When the Revolutionary War began, there were five hundred thousand Blacks living in the thirteen original colonies. Most of them were slaves, but many of the larger cities like Boston, New York City, and Philadelphia were home to small free Black communities where men like Prince Hall led protests and presented petitions calling for equal rights and the abolishment of the slave trade. After the war ended in 1783, these communities would continue to grow in both numbers and influence, reaching their political zenith during the Abolitionist era of the 1850s.

Doing the research for
Midnight
also led me to the stories of men like William Lee, a slave who was General Washington’s valet and man servant before, during, and after the war. Lee can be seen in some of the paintings of the general, the most notable being the portrait done by John Trumbull. Others who caught my attention during this era were Peter Salem, Salem Poor, and the young James Forten. Search out these names as a way to increase your knowledge of American History.

Women also played a vital role in the conflict with the British. One of the most celebrated was a female patriot spy known only as 355. She is said to have supplied vital information to the rebel forces, but her true identity remains a mystery. Because of the accurate intelligence she passed along, it was assumed that she had access to the upper echelons of the British military. When I read about her, I said, why not, and the fictional Faith Kingston was born. If you would like to know more about the race’s role in the founding of our nation, here are some of the sources I consulted.

Eggerton, Douglas E.
African Americans and the Revolutionary War.
New York: Oxford University Press, 2009.

Fleming, Thomas.
Liberty! The American Revolution.
New York: Viking Press, 1997.

Greene, Lorenzo Johnston.
The Negro in Colonial New England.
New York: Athenum Books, 1968.

Lanning, Michael Lee.
African Americans in the Revolutionary War.
New York: Citadel Press, 2005.

Malcolm, Joyce Lee.
Peter’s War: A New England Slave Boy and the American Revolution.
New Haven: Yale University Press, 2009.

Knowledge is power but shared knowledge empowers us all.

I
n closing I’d like to thank my readers. For the past sixteen years you’ve followed me all over the literary landscape, whether it be historical, contemporary suspense, or faith-based women’s fiction, and I do appreciate your love and support.

Until next time,

About the Author

B
EVERLY
J
ENKINS
has received numerous awards, including three Waldenbooks Best Sellers Awards, two Career Achievement Awards from
Romantic Times
magazine, and a Golden Pen Award from the Black Writer’s Guild. In 1999, Ms. Jenkins was voted one of the Top Fifty Favorite African-American writers of the twentieth century by AABLC, the nation’s largest online African-American book club.

To read more about Beverly visit her website at
www.beverlyjenkins.net
.

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This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

MIDNIGHT
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EPub Edition October 2010 ISBN: 9780062018571

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