Enchanted by The Lord (Historical Victorian Romance) (8 page)

              “You’re new to the West, Miss Louisa. It wouldn’t be proper for us to allow you to do such a thing, not right away at least. Please do us this kindness.”

              She nodded. “As you say, then. I’m ever so grateful.”

              As Ann got up to clear away the table, Louisa joined her. Though her hostess tried to stop her, Louisa explained, “I don’t mind being a guest, but if you’ll allow me to be of some use it’d be very fine with me. I’ve been cooped up on a train for so long, a touch of work would be welcome.”

              Ann consented and they took the dishes for washing up. As Louisa dried and Ann washed, she thought it best to say as little as possible. It was Ann who broke the silence.

              “It’s been peaceful here for a long time. The war passed us by, praise God.” Ann said quietly.

              “That’s good.” Louisa suggested.

              “Yes, it was. But it couldn’t last, of course. Nothing good ever does.” Ann bitterly complained.

              “Don’t say that. It’s not so.”

              “It is. We were a quiet town until the saloon opened up. Frank Durant brought in gambling, dancing, a brothel, and a criminal element. My brother was trying to do something about it, until he was gunned down.”

              Until then, the family hadn’t revealed the way in which Louisa’s suitor had died. Her breath caught at this revelation.

              “I’m so sorry.” She said. Ann patted her hand.

              “Nothing to be done about it. He stood up to Durant and he and his ilk killed him. I’d warned him, begged him not to confront him. Of course, we can’t prove it was Durant. Thomas was found dead on the road, alone; his horse had run off.

              The Bradfords lived on a small horse and sheep ranch only a mile outside of town. Louisa had been brought back to their home by horse and cart.

              After they’d finished the work, Louisa went to the front room, where she found Big Jim reading a Bible. “You’re an industrious sort, Louisa. Thank you for helping Ann.”

              “It was nothing, really.”

              “I’m afraid we’re short on entertainment. Jeb is a passable fiddle player and…” he hesitated. “I was about to say Thomas can play banjo very well. Could, of course. I suppose the habit of saying he’s with us will take some time to pass. At any rate, Jeb is out checking up on the stock.”

              “No matter. I have a few books I’ve brought with me for reading.” She settled in to a chair and soon Ann joined them. “I was just hearing about Thomas. From his letters, he was a wonderful man. I really am so sorry.”

              Jim looked uncomfortable. “I’ve a small confession to make there. You see, Thomas never wrote those letters.”

              This came as a shock. “What? What are you saying?”

              The older man sighed. “Thomas wasn’t very keen on taking a wife. But I didn’t think it was right for him to be alone, so I asked that the letters be written for him. It’s not as though he was a very good writer anyway. Well- Jeb was the one who did the writing, I’m afraid.”

              This was all too much for her. She found herself shaking from upset. “All of this time, I’ve been talking to someone completely different. It was nothing but a trick, and I’ve been meant as the punchline!”

              “Not at all!” Jim protested. “It was an honorable intention. You must believe, Thomas was a good man. I am sure given time, you two would have gotten on very well.”

              She stood up. Louisa was upset, but she hadn’t forgotten the family had just lost one of their own. “I’d like to be shown my room. I thank you for the hospitality, but tomorrow I’ll need to secure my own room in town, if you don’t mind.”

              “Of course. Ann, would you take her to the guest room?”

              It was getting dark, so Ann lit a lamp and took the young woman upstairs. “Please don’t be too cross. Uncle meant well. I didn’t approve, but.. Thomas was the eldest among us and it was getting on time.”

              “Let’s say no more about it. Thank you.” Louisa said stiffly, as she was taken to her room. When the door closed behind her and she was sure she was alone, she fell onto the big feather bed, finally allowing herself to cry.

*****

              The town of Oak Ridge had very little to offer a single woman. Once she had settled into the Napier Boarding House, Louisa found herself with nothing much to do but look for work.

              This was an unexpected turn of events. She had come to Colorado Territory with enough emergency money to last her through a month of hardship, though that wasn’t the intended purpose of the money. It had primarily been meant for the purchase of a wedding dress and other necessary finery for a ceremony of such life-changing importance. It was fortunate she hadn’t bought a dress in Baltimore as she had originally intended. She’d feared that the long journey might cause some mishap to ruin the dress, so she’d decided to delay purchase until arrival. It also offered her a measure of protection in case Thomas had proven to be a cad.

              The largest building in town, by far, was the Lucky Star. Serving as the social center of the community, it had been built practically overnight, surpassing the church on the other end of town as the biggest edifice until then. She smiled to herself, feeling there was a statement that could be made there, and not a very good one.

              Though she’d had breakfast already with the Bradfords, she felt it might be nice to have a cup of coffee before working on her correspondence. Letters would need to be written to both father and Rebecca, after which she’d start looking for work.

              She quickly found that there were only two places in town where a person could eat. One was the Lucky Star, which was open 24 hours, 7 days a week. The other option was the Daisy, a small restaurant that served breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She found the Daisy tucked away on the only side street and was surprised to find it almost completely empty.

              “What’ll it be, hon?” Asked the proprietress. The large-framed woman was friendly, but seemed nervous about serving her for some reason. Her eyes kept darting to the door.

              “Just a cup of coffee, if you’d be so kind.”

              “Can’t interest you in bacon and eggs?” The woman sounded sad, and she was tempted to buy just to offer her the business.

              “Tomorrow would be lovely. Today, only the coffee, thank you.”

              After the woman left, she took out her ink, quill, and paper from a small bag she was carrying with her and began to write. She was so engrossed, she didn’t notice she was soon the only person left dining when a trio of men walked in.

              “Well, well. See what we have here.” A burly man in a thick beard said. He was grinning nastily at Louisa as they walked in, with a look that made her very nervous.

              “Not now, Curly.” The man in the lead ordered, removing his flat-top, broad-brimmed hat. “Gertie! Get on out here Gertie. Time we had another little talk.” The other men chuckled, as though he’d told a particularly good joke.

              The heavy-set woman who had served Louisa came out of the kitchen and put her hands on her hips. “What is it now, Frank? You know I’ve still got a customer.”

              “Seems like that’s part of the problem, isn’t it.” The man took a chair from a table and sat down in it in the middle of the restaurant. His two companions idly strolled around as though looking for something to break, Louisa mused. “You’ve still got a customer. A very pretty one, by the look of her. But that shouldn’t be any more, now should it? I offered you a nice little bit of money to clear on out and yet here you are and here we are.”

              “And who are you?” Louisa asked, suddenly feeling very cross. She packed up her letter and things in a hurry, just in case things became nasty.

              But Frank simply ignored her. “You need to get on out of here Gertie. Take the money today. When I make you an offer, you’d best take it. The other option… well, you’re not going to like the other option. The boys might, won’t you?”

              The man with the beard reached over casually and overturned one of the tables. “I would, Frank.”

              Gertie cried out and began to wave her fists angrily. “Frank Durant, you get out of my restaurant before I call the sheriff!”

              “Sheriff Tate? He doesn’t care much what I do.” Frank yawned. “We have us an understanding, don’t you know? I’m an upright business owner, bring in a lot of business for this town. You… business ain’t so good anyhow.”

              Gertie huffed and returned to the kitchen.

              “Well, that sounds like a no, boys. That’s too bad. You may want to leave here, Miss.” He said, standing up. “Hate for you to see things get ugly.”

              “I will not.” Louisa folded her arms. She had no great loyalty to this place, but she’d made up her mind about Durant. “Someone needs to stand up to you bullies, and I intend to bear witness…”

              “Witness?” Durant snickered, grabbed his chair, and flung it across the room. Louisa flinched. “Girl, you get on over to the Lucky Star and get yourself a job as a dancer. Or get on out of town. My girls don’t need competition from a pretty face like your own.”

              She felt her fear rising, but stood her ground. “I’m going nowhere.”

              When she’d made her declaration, she looked to the door which swung up at that moment. Jeb Bradford strolled in, holding a pair of six-shooters. “Seems to be a bit of ruckus here. Y’all raisin’ a ruckus?”

              Frank Durant scowled. “This ain’t your affair, Jeb. You go poking your nose in another man’s business you’re going to be sorry. Or…” and here he smiled slightly. “You already forget what happened to that brother of yours?”

              Jeb cocked the safety on each weapon. “You sure you want to raise that point with a gun pointed at your head, Frank?”

              Durant put his hat back on his blonde head and grinned. “Good point. I’d hate to give Sheriff Tate a reason to hang you and miss out on all the fun. We’ll be back. You can’t save Gertie from all her problems, Jeb.”

              Jeb stepped aside from the path of the doorway and waved. Frank and his pals left, casting menacing glances as they passed the man. “High-stakes game you’re playing, Jeb. Hope it’s worth it.”

              Once they’d left, Gertie came out carrying a rifle she pointed towards the door. “Thanks, Jeb.” She offered with a smile. “Fetch you a coffee and bacon? On the house.”

              He nodded. “Happy to pay my way, Gertie. And I don’t mind the company.”

              Louisa stood up. She thought the man brave, but was still stinging a touch from the wrong her family had done to her. “I appreciate the sentiment and your earlier gallantry, Mr. Bradford. I’ll be heading back to my rooms. Then I need to sincerely get about looking for work.”

              Gertie set the rifle on the counter and raised a finger to her lips. “Things are pretty slow here, and I can only pay you a little bit every week until things pick up, but, I could use a serving girl. Could have you start as soon as tomorrow morning, if you like. You think you’d be up to waiting tables, Miss…”

              “Louisa Forest.” She strolled over to the proprietress and held out her hand. “It would be my pleasure.”

*****

              Ann Bradford stepped out onto the back porch of the Bradford home and rang the triangle. She hoped her brother wasn’t too far out to hear; it was impossible to say. They had a fairly large ranch, with plenty or property to keep an eye out on.

              As it happened, Jeb was nearby and practically ran up to the house. Ann smiled as she saw him. “Nellie finally calve?”

              “Yeah, that old girl had her calf this morning. It’s a heifer, thank God.”

              “That is good news!” She affirmed as the man kicked his boots clean by the steps. There was a small tub of water she had filled earlier, and he took the opportunity to wash his hands, neck, and face.

              “You go into town like you said you would?”

              “Sure did.” He quickly gave his sister the highlights of the confrontation with Frank Durant and his goons. She blanched at the mention of the name.

              “I wish you had shot him dead, Jeb. It pains me that man is still walking around after what he did to Thomas.”

              “Can’t prove it, and I’d be just as dead. Sheriff would see to that, like Frank said. I guess some little good came of it,” he added, noting that Louisa had found work. As he finished his discourse, the siblings went back into the house where lunch was waiting.

              They sat at the table, where Ann had provided a generous meal. Their uncle was absent, having gone into town on his own on some business. While Frank cut into a small roast to make a sandwich, he saw that his sister wore a troubled look on her face. “What now, Ann?”