Read To Wed in Texas Online

Authors: Jodi Thomas

Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #General, #Love Stories, #Historical, #Texas, #Historical Fiction, #Romance Fiction

To Wed in Texas (7 page)

She nodded.

“Thanks.” He leaned the few inches between them and planted a light kiss on her cheek. “I don’t know what I’d have done without you today. Despite all else happening, I knew my daughters were safe.”

She watched him hurry from the room, grabbing a shirt off the stack of pressed laundry beside the pantry.

Without really thinking about what she was doing, she began washing the bloody clothes. Within minutes, the stains were gone, but the memory of his skin against her hand lingered.

Trying to ignore the sounds from the parlor, Karlee cleaned the kitchen. When she finally slipped up to bed, she glanced into the downstairs rooms as she tiptoed by. Only one body, the dead one, lay on the table.

She dressed for bed but couldn’t sleep. Daniel’s words, “I don’t know what I’d have done without you,” kept rolling around in her mind. She felt useful, truly useful. She couldn’t remember a day while she lived with her aunts that she hadn’t done something wrong. They were always watching, waiting until she made a mistake, then the aunts had their tale of the day to pass on.

At first light, she slipped silently into her clothes. After checking on the sleeping twins, she hurried downstairs. The Buchanan men and the body wearing Jesse’s clothes were gone. In fact, except for Daniel’s shirt in the kitchen there was no sign anything unusual had happened yesterday.

There was also no sign of the preacher.

It was time for her to explore. She’d learned early on, being passed from place to place, that the sooner she memorized every detail of a house, the better.

This house seemed a simple plan. Four rooms downstairs, a kitchen, parlor, dining room and small study. Since she knew the wall in the hallway slid open to reveal an arsenal, Karlee watched for other such doors. She took her time, running her hand along the walls as if it were a divining rod. She’d discovered long ago that houses, like people, hold secrets discovered only by the patient.

The study was packed with books and notebooks written in a clear hand. The room was large enough for a desk, one comfortable chair. A chest, like one her father used to have with latches on each drawer for travel, served as a table and footstool. The room was interesting, but held no secrets unless they lay within the pages of books. Karlee moved on.

The parlor was so sparsely furnished Karlee decided she’d seen hotel lobbies with more hominess. One short couch, one chair and a small round table.

Finally, in the dining room, she found what she’d been looking for. A slight pause in the wood. A secret passage, she guessed, or another panel to hide weapons. Or maybe only an imperfection in the building of the room.

Just as she pressed to open the hidden portal, a knock pounded at the kitchen door. Karlee jumped as if she’d been caught in the act of some great crime. She ran into the kitchen and had her hand on the bolt before she hesitated.

“Who is it?” she called, deciding she’d let no one in but Daniel. Frantically, her gaze searched the kitchen for a weapon.

“I’m Valerie, Miss,” came a voice spiced with a hint of an accent. “My
madre
owns the bakery. She sends me every Monday and Thursday to deliver bread.”

Karlee waited, afraid. She moved to the window and peered through the shutters. A young girl, almost ready to turn into a woman, stood alone. Her midnight hair hung long past her waist and a huge basket rested against her hip.

“Let me in, Miss. I promised I’d deliver bread to the preacher’s house first.”

Karlee took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Thank you.” The young girl hurried in. “The basket was getting heavy.” She sat it on the table and began
unloading sacks. “I came over early because my
madre
said you’d be needing to know a few things. The reverend’s already been by telling us you were here and you were now in charge of his house.”

She smiled at Karlee without giving her time to say a word. “Milk and butter are delivered on Tuesday and Friday.
Madre
said she’ll tell Jenson you want the same as usual ‘til you tell him different. There’s vegetables and fruit a block over sold out of wagons every Friday. Madre says to tell you to get there early or the pickings will be slim this time of year. She says she thinks the reverend buys his meat from the Buchanan’s place.”

“Thank you for all the information.” Karlee finally managed to get a few words in.

“I’m Karlee Whitworth,” Karlee rushed to say before the girl continued.

Valerie laughed. “Everyone says I never give folks a chance to get in a word edgewise. I figure it’s because I speak so many languages. Around my house you had to if you wanted everyone to understand. My
madre
was born in Spain, my Papa’s people were from France and my grandfather only spoke Apache from the time his mind started to go.”

“Interesting,” Karlee had never met anyone quite like Valerie. In a few years she would be a great beauty, but the most attractive thing about her wasn’t her high cheekbones and warm sun-kissed skin. Her beauty was in her laughter.

“It’s quite a story, how my folks met, but I’ve no time to tell you today. I’ve got tons to deliver. I’ll come at the end of my rounds Thursday and we can visit.”

“I’d like that.” Karlee watched the girl pick up the huge basket.

“One more thing,” Valerie whispered as she moved to the door. “Be very careful today. You’re wise to keep the door locked. My
madre
says trouble is in the air so
thick it almost caused the yeast not to rise.”

Karlee smiled and nodded a thank you. She didn’t put much stock in old cooks’ warnings, but her Aunt Violet did, and so did this girl. “I’ll be careful. I’ll toss salt over my left shoulder and shake the flour flat before noon.”

Valerie’s face brightened again. “You stop by the bakery if you need anything, Miss Karlee. We’re real glad you’re here. The preacher is a good friend but he is lonely.”

“I promise,” Karlee said as she slowly closed the door and threw the bolt. “Thanks.”

She returned to the dining room but Valerie’s warning kept drifting across her thoughts. Instead of looking for any more secret panels, she went to the foyer and made sure she could slide the false wall open.

As before the rifles were displayed against what must have once been the real foyer wall. Why would a preacher have such a collection of weapons? Why would he need so many? Unless he wasn’t exactly what he appeared to be.

Karlee careful closed the sliding panel. She noticed it latched just above her head.

A second pounding sounded from the kitchen. For a moment, she thought of reopening the wall and pulling out a weapon. Then she realized the caller was probably no more dangerous that Valerie.

She ran to answer it before the pounding awoke the twins.

“Who is it?” she called with her hand already on the bolt.

“It’s Wolf, Carrot Top!”

His booming voice made her jump.

“Let me in.”

Karlee didn’t move.

“Hurry up, Cousin! I’ve got a lady with me who needs to be off her feet.”

Karlee closed her eyes, trying to decide what was right. If he were someone Daniel trusted, surely she could do the same. But letting in a half-grown girl was a far cry different than letting in a man, even one she’d met.

She unlocked the door.

A woman, rounded with child, fell into Karlee’s arms as the light rushed into the kitchen. The sudden weight of her caught Karlee off balance, and she melted to the floor with the mother-to-be cradled in her embrace.

Wolf stood above them, his hands moving in and out of his pockets as though he’d just been asked to pick up raw eggs with his fingers. He had no idea where to take hold of the puddle of females at his feet.

“Who is she?” Karlee brushed loose strands of dark blonde hair away from the visitor’s face. She looked young, maybe a year into her twenties.

“She’s Jesse Blair’s widow, AmyAnn Blair,” Wolf answered in his best effort to whisper. “She wants to make it through her husband’s funeral before she delivers. I told her she should take to her bed, but come hell or high water she says she’s going to the cemetery.”

Karlee looked up at the helpless giant. “What time is the funeral?”

“Daniel’s at the cemetery now. The body’s probably already in the ground.” He ran his huge hand over his face, brushing his beard in every direction. “I ain’t no good with women this close to mothering. You got to do something, Cousin, and fast.”

Jesse’s wife moaned and sat up slowly. “I’m all right,” she mumbled. “I have to be at the burial.” Tears ran in a steady stream down her pale face. “You have to help me!”

Karlee gently pulled away from the woman, patting
her hand as she moved. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you there. You just sit here and rest a minute.” She looked up. “Hitch the wagon, Wolf. I’ll get the twins. We’re all going to a funeral.”

SEVEN

D
ANIEL WATCHED IN DISBELIEF AS WOLF MANEUVERED
a wagon around the church and alongside the cemetery. Cold fear pounded through his veins though he stood in the cool morning air of late February. He’d sent Wolf after Jesse’s wife, but somehow the hairy giant had managed to pick up Karlee and the twins along the way.

He wanted his daughters as far away from the cemetery as possible. If there was to be a fight this morning, blood would be spilled over the graves.

A sparkle of silver blinked off the barrel of a rifle hidden in the trees. In the clear of dawn, it seemed no more harmful than an imaginary daylight firefly. But to the three men lowering the casket, it was a signal that all was ready. The war might be over, but in Texas, under the Union’s Reconstruction, defeated men still had to fight to survive. And somehow, with his sense of right and wrong, he’d gotten involved far deeper than he’d planned.

Daniel watched as Karlee climbed down from the wagon and helped AmyAnn Blair. Wolf swung the twins to the ground and eased his Springfield from beneath the bench seat. The girls followed him like baby ducks as he wove toward Daniel and the open grave. They were
too young to know of death and would only see the flowers and grass between the headstones.

When Wolf stood within a few feet of Daniel, he whispered, “Best get the burying over fast, Danny boy. I think the widow is already in labor.”

Daniel nodded. He knew why she had to be present. No one would believe they were burying Jesse Blair if his wife wasn’t standing over the grave. He stared at Karlee as she helped the widow maneuver across the uneven ground. AmyAnn Blair reminded Daniel of his wife when she’d been pregnant. She’d probably been a tiny woman until pregnancy had rounded her into a ball.

Karlee glanced up and met his gaze. For a moment, he glared at her, fighting the urge to order her back to the wagon with the girls. She had no idea what she had just walked into. He had his hands full and now he added worrying about her.

“Why’d you bring her?” Daniel mumbled to Wolf without taking his attention from Karlee.

“When she saw the shape the widow was in, she insisted. There wasn’t much I could do without telling her more than she needed to know.”

“Let’s get started.” Daniel frowned and opened his Bible. The three gravediggers acting as pallbearers lined up with heads bowed. “Dearly beloved, we …”

The pounding of hooves echoed through the cemetery and Daniel raised his voice slightly. “…to bury a husband and a hero of the South.”

Federal troops, outfitted in new blue uniforms, raced down the dusty road to the church and galloped straight for the burial sight with total disregard for the graves they thundered across.

The widow began to cry in fear. Karlee placed her arm around the little woman, holding her upright. The twins ran to Karlee’s skirt and wiggled into its folds.

“Hold up, Reverend!” a young lieutenant shouted.
“We’ve got a few questions before you Rebs try to pull your Dixie wool over our eyes.”

Daniel slowly closed his Bible and drew himself to full military stance. All he had to do was speak to prove his side of the Mason-Dixon line, but Daniel let the officer have more rope. He’d heard about Lieutenant Logan for a month now. The man must have missed his ration of fighting during the war and was looking for it in Jefferson.

“Bunch of lying traitors, the lot of you,” the lieutenant mumbled. He dismounted without noticing he’d stepped on newly planted flowers. “You all should have had the sense to run to Mexico in sixty-five like your governor Murrah.”

Daniel waited. The widow’s cries were more of pain than sorrow, but the Union officer didn’t notice. Karlee pulled both girls against her sides and tried to move the widow backward.

Logan unfolded a paper from his pocket with great ceremony. “I’ve got orders to arrest Jesse Blair, and this fake funeral isn’t going to stop me.” He signaled. His troops lifted their rifles. “No one will stop me. Jesse Blair is no hero but only a common criminal.”

Daniel stepped away from the open grave but didn’t lower his gaze.

The lieutenant glared at him for a moment, resenting Daniel’s lack of respect but unsure what to do about it. He motioned two of his men to pull up the coffin. “If this box is empty, as I suspect, I swear it will be full before sundown.”

AmyAnn Blair cried out in pain and gripped her middle, but the lieutenant paid no heed. As the coffin reached ground level, he raised his Colt and fired three shots through the center of the pine. “Just in case Blair’s playing possum.” Logan laughed.

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