by Lee Savino
Carrie pressed forward. "Oh yes, you must."
Susannah glanced at Jesse, who nodded. "Of course. Go with Carrie; Miles and I have some business."
The two women made for the cabin. Once inside her home, little Mary calmed enough to play on the floor as Susannah helped Carrie prepare the meal, chattering nonstop.
At one point, Carrie looked up from shelling peas.
"Susannah, I must say, I'm glad you're here, but I was very surprised to hear of the marriage. Calum MacDonnell came around last night and told us."
Susannah nodded, making a note that the wild Scot wasn't so isolated as he seemed.
"It's not my place to question you, but... Jesse Wilder? I don't mean to pry... it's just, he's very rough."
"Yes." Susannah flushed, remembering just how rough her new husband could be, and how much she enjoyed it.
Judging from Carrie's raised eyebrows, her friend could guess exactly what she was thinking.
"Well, well," Carrie said, sounding very wise.
"It's not been easy," Susannah hastened to say.
"That's to be expected." Carrie shrugged. "It took some time for Miles and me to come to an understanding."
"Is he a good husband?"
"The best." Carrie's voice softened.
"He seems very stern," Susannah said.
Carrie flushed. "He is. But he's gentle, too. And when I first came here, I needed someone strong to take me in hand. In the end, his rules made me feel protected, and loved. He's everything I need."
"I'm glad you have that. I don't think Jesse cares much for rules."
"That might be good for you. You certainly had a lot of them growing up, too many, if you ask me. I mean, I'm a mother now, and I want my Mary to be safe, but also to feel loved. You know?"
"I know." Susannah watched Mary playing on a blanket on the floor with one of her mother's clean cooking pots, and her heart ached a little for the tender childhood she never had.
Leaning forward, Carrie put her hand on her friend's. "Jesse loves you. Anyone can see it, after a moment. I don't know what sort of man he is, but I think, for you, he'll become a better one."
Susannah nodded.
"It's good to have you here, Susannah," Carrie said.
"It's good to be here," Susannah said, and meant it with all her heart.
At lunch, Susannah finally got to hold Mary, as long as Carrie didn't stray too far. She fed the baby peas.
"Looks like your wife will make a great mother," Miles remarked to Jesse. Susannah glanced at her husband, who looked uncomfortable at the thought.
"So, Susannah," Miles scooted closer to her and wiped his baby's mouth with his handkerchief, "you came all the way from Boston? That's very brave of you."
"Thank you, Mr. Donovan." She handed over Mary when the toddler reached for her father. Miles cradled his daughter's little body, then set her on his muscled legs and bounced her until she let out baby giggles. Susannah tried to hide her shock as Miles' whole face broke into a smile.
Scooting closer to Jesse, she tucked her arm in his. "Do you want children?"
Jesse looked a little panicked. "Perhaps one or two. In a few years. You?"
"Seven to ten," Susannah said, and giggled at her husband's expression. "A whole schoolroom."
"Baggage," he said weakly.
"Don't worry, perhaps they'll be all girls. You can braid their hair and make them dolls."
"And worry myself grey when they grow up to be as beautiful as you. I'll have to sleep on the porch with all my guns, to fend off their suitors."
"You'll teach them to shoot," Susannah said, and Jesse perked up at that idea.
She turned back to her friends, feeling satisfied.
Carrie was nursing Mary, a shawl draped over her shoulder.
Miles served the coffee, and sat back to regard Susannah. "So, Mrs. Wilder. Do you find this land very different from your home?"
"Very different. But it has its own rugged charm." She smiled at her scruffy husband as she said it. "Jesse has been very good about showing me what's beautiful."
"It'll be good for my wife to have a friend so close."
"I'm glad as well," Susannah said, feeling another swell of love for her husband, that he'd bring her to a place where she already had a good friend.
"So you have a wife now, Jesse." Miles turned his attention to Susannah's husband, and there was something critical in his gaze that she didn't like. "That's a lot of responsibility. You finally going to settle down?"
"We're staying with my brother for now, but will probably rent a house in town until we build."
Miles nodded, and again Susannah felt that the stern homesteader was judging her Jesse. She moved closer to her husband, threading her arm with his and smiling up at him. "Wherever Jesse decides we shall live, I'll gladly go. In a house, in a cabin, in a teepee on the plain; it doesn't matter, as long as I'm with him."
Smiling up at Jesse, she could practically see her husband's chest swell. "Thank you, darling." He raised her hand and kissed it. A part of her missed being called 'baggage'.
"Well, Mrs. Wilder. You're made of stronger stuff than most," Miles said, and Susannah met his intense gaze.
"I am. I won't deny my marriage had a rough start." Susannah squeezed Jesse's hand. "I can't imagine how it could be otherwise. I think every couple must find their own way. What matters is that we love each other."
Miles met her bold stare with his tawny one, a blank expression on his face. Then he raised his cup in mock toast to Jesse. "Sweet with a core of steel. To East Coast women."
"Stop talking about us like we're not here," Carrie scolded, turning back to the table, a sleepy Mary in her arms. "And stop pestering Mr. Wilder about his marriage."
"All right, wife," Miles said. "Just want to make sure Susannah knows she has friends looking out for her." He nodded to the blonde wife.
Susannah looked straight back at him. "Thank you, Mr. Donovan. It's nice to know that, along with a wonderful husband, I have excellent friends. I truly am a woman blessed." She raised her own cup in a toast, and thought she caught a smile before Miles drank to her.
"All right, enough," Carrie said. "Let me put Mary down for a nap, and then we'll show Susannah her wedding present."
While Carrie laid Mary down, Miles busied himself in the stables, and Jesse took his bride for a walk around the homestead. Susannah admired the gardens, but inwardly, she was still fuming at Miles' insinuation.
"Jesse, why didn't you stand up to Miles? And last night to your brother?" she asked. "They think you're some sort of... unruly boy at best. A vagabond criminal at worst."
"Aren't I?"
"You know what I mean." She swatted him.
Jesse sighed. "What does it matter what they think about me?"
"But, all your plans and work to keep Doyle away... you didn't even mention everything you've been doing to help them." Her eyes widened as realization dawned. "They don't know, do they? That you've been working this whole time to keep them safe. Using Rosie May as a distraction, and Lord Chivington to drain Doyle's resources. The robberies, the time spent with the Royal Mountain Gang to infiltrate Doyle's defenses... Lyle and Rose have no idea you've been doing all this."
"Nope."
"But all this time and planning—you did it for them, right?"
"Just want my family to be safe." His face was carefully blank.
She stood on tiptoe, leaning forward with her hands gripping his forearms. "They should know everything you've done, what you've sacrificed."
He tipped his head, a tender look in his eyes. "They don't need to know. They deserve to live free, without any threat hanging over their head."
Susannah shook her head. The thought of her family and friends so misjudging her husband rankled, though she understood. Her Jesse would protect his loved ones, even from worrying about him.
She sighed. "You're a good man, Jesse Wilder."
"Thank you, baggage." He stepped closer and hugged her
. "I must say, I never thought I'd see a woman stand up to Miles Donovan the way you did. You're a spitting wildcat when you're roused."
"Thank you."
"Sweet as Carrie, sharp as Rose, right in between. You're just right."
The two broke apart as Donovan came around the hill with Carrie, leading a little painted mare. Susannah couldn't stop herself from hurrying to meet them.
"Here she is," Donovan said with a touch of pride. "Your wedding present."
"I love it." Under Miles' instruction, she stepped forward and pet the pretty mare.
"She's good stock," Carrie said.
Susannah smiled at her friend. "Since when do you know horses?"
Carrie laughed. "Since marrying him." She nodded to her husband who was tightening up the reins and stirrups to fit Susannah. "Horses are like family. We call this one Lily. She's very sweet."
"She's perfect. It's almost too much."
"It's not from us, though Miles trained her. This is your husband's gift to you. Saddle and all." Carrie said.
Susannah looked for Jesse, but he'd gone to get his own stallion.
"Ready?" Miles laced his fingers to boost her onto her new mount. With a final hug for Carrie, Susannah allowed her friend's husband to help her up. Settling into the saddle, she accepted the reins.
"Thank you for everything," she whispered, feeling overcome.
Carrie smiled, and Miles patted Lily's rump. "Go to your husband."
Jesse was waiting on the edge of the clearing with an excited Jordan. The two horses greeted each other with whinnies and tossing heads.
"Thank you," Susannah told Jesse.
"A wife of mine needs a horse. Next, a gun." He grinned and Susannah smiled back. "You'll be quite the pioneer woman. Then a house, so I won't be grilled so often at meals about whether I'm taking proper care of you."
Susannah's heart went out to him. "Don't worry. I'll defend you."
"I know you will, wife." The look of love in Jesse's eye made her catch her breath. His grin turned rueful. "They're all wondering what you're doing with me."
Tears pricked her eyes. Guiding Lily closer, she reached her hand out and gripped his. "I'm honored to be your wife, Jesse Oberon."
"Oberon Wilder," he corrected.
"Whatever." She squeezed his hand.
"All right, Titania. Let me show you your new home."
They took off riding, Jesse leading the way on Jordan with her following on the little mare. Once they found a trail, Susannah could tell that both stallion and rider were hanging back, waiting for her on the mare.
With a mischievous grin, she spurred her new mount forward, sticking out her tongue at her husband as she passed him. With a shout to Jordan, Jesse gave chase.
She didn't care when her braid came undone, her blonde hair bouncing around her shoulders.
She didn't care that mud splattered her skirts and her bonnet didn't match, and someone might see and judge her. She didn't have to be prim and proper Susannah any more, coifed and perfect so she might please everyone. Breathless and laughing as her new horse cantered down the trail, her husband whooping and pretending to chase her; she was simply Susannah, wild and alive. For the first time in her life, she was free.
She especially didn't mind when her new husband stopped to refill his water, and pulled her down off the mare, and made love to her in the open, beside a stream. He laid her down on his coat, spread her legs and dove under her skirts.
"Call out for me," he said, his mouth between her legs and her hands gripping his thick hair, and for once, she didn't care if anyone heard. Her cries bounced off the mountains.
Then he flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees on his coat, so he could thrust in and out of her, one hand gripping her breasts. His body forced hers down, and his teeth sank into her shoulder, a slight bite, but enough to mark her lightly. The possessive pain sent her over the edge, and Jesse finished inside her as she screamed and clawed the ground.
They rode back to the cabin slowly.
Rose took one look at Susannah's glowing face, and Jesse's satisfied smirk, and turned away to hide a laugh.
Dinner was a loud, happy affair.
"So what are your plans for the rest of the summer?" Lyle asked over the coffee.
"Find a house, settle down. I'll hunt and trade with Calum to have enough stores for the winter, and let Susannah get her feet under her here."
"I'll help with the baby when she's born," Susannah said to Rose.
"When he's born," Lyle corrected with a grin. "Once we're ready for winter, we can start panning for gold."
"Have you found gold?" Susannah perked up.
"Jesse didn't tell you? I would think that would be the first thing he'd mention to hook a bride," Lyle teased.
"No," Susannah said. "His pretty writing was enough."
"How did you learn to write?" Rose asked Jesse.
He shrugged. "You don't want to know." Taking Susannah's hand, he kissed it. "But it wasn't my writing was it, bag— darling? It was the picture of me I sent."
"Ah yes." Susannah rolled her eyes. "One look at your picture, and I booked my fare west."
Lyle laughed out loud at her sarcasm, and punched his brother in the arm. "That's how Wilder men get it done."
"Well, that's how you were introduced in the first place, isn't it?" Rose asked. "Carrie had Susannah's picture and letter; you saw it and asked for an introduction?"
"Something like that," Jesse said, and kissed his wife's hand again to hide his mischievous grin.
"To answer your first question, Susannah," Lyle said. "I have found gold, but the river is too deep and fast for panning to work. If we search for the source, though, and get the right tools... we'll make our fortune. There's a rich seam somewhere; I just know it."
Rose reached for her husband's hand, and he took it.
"It's there, brother. We'll find it," Jesse said, and Susannah squeezed his hand.
The two brothers' gaze met across the table, blue and green eyes lit with excitement and determination. Watching them, Susannah thought the brothers had never looked more alike.
Later that night, Jesse was a few minutes late crawling into bed. He'd left a small carven box safe in his brother's house, and now he opened it, searching for the dull gleam before drawing out the small gold ring. He turned it in his hands, studying the old and battered shape. They'd both been through a lot.
If anyone had asked him a year ago, he'd said he was destined to ride his stallion working odd jobs and sleeping on his bedroll, his skin suntanned and leathery. He was a drifter, a vagabond.
But now he was married.
He saw the way they looked at him with her, Lyle and Miles especially. Both had given him warnings, if not spoken, then implied. Hurt Susannah, and they would hurt him. What they didn't seem to understand was that he'd walk over broken glass for her. He'd cut off his hand before harming her. With her he felt like he could lasso the moon.
Of course, half the time he wanted to tie her up and do bad things to her until she screamed out his name in pain and pleasure. But the other half he wanted to hold and comfort her, and throw his coat across her path so she wouldn't muddy her boots.
He didn't deserve her. But even now, tiptoeing into their tiny, dark room, raising the candle up so he could see her beautiful form on the bed, he couldn't imagine life without her.
She lay with head pillowed on her hands, eyes closed, but still on top of the covers. Waiting for him.
Sometimes he felt so lucky, it hurt.
"Susannah." He tugged her hair lightly, admiring the shining gold haloed around her flawless face.
"Yes?" She raised her head.
Leaning over her, Jesse took her hand. She came awake and sat up in bed, facing him, her eyes on the treasure in front of her.
"This is for you. I would've given it to you earlier, but I kept it safe here." He tried the ring on one finger, and then another, until it slid home on her ring finger. He swallowed
hard. On her finger, even the old, ugly ring looked beautiful.
"Jesse." His wife turned shining eyes onto him, filled with a look of love that made his chest tighten. "It's beautiful," she whispered. In the candlelight, her face seemed to glow. Craning her neck, she kissed him.
"There's an inscription," he told her, and she pulled the ring off to read it. "As endless is my love."
"This looks like Old English. Where did you get it?" She twirled it in her fingers, reading the inscription again before putting it back on with a satisfied smile.
Jesse settled back onto the bed beside her, feeling not a little relief that she seemed to like it. "You don't want to know."
She swatted his chest with her right hand, and he caught and kissed it before reaching for her other hand.
"Let me see it?"
Cuddling close to him, she splayed her fingers.
"It looks good."
"It's perfect." His wife turned her hand this way and that, admiring the ring like it was the finest gold in the world.
Jesse felt a pang. She was so beautiful and the ring looked so rough and battered on her delicate finger.
He swallowed hard. "I'm sure other men would give you prettier baubles." His voice came out gruff. "But my mother gave it to me."
"No gold or jewel could compare."
He tugged her hair to hide his embarrassment. "I'm sure your old fiancé gave you those fine things."
A little wrinkle creased between her eyes as she looked down at the ring. "It's true, Roger was the son of a wealthy man. He lacked for nothing. I'm sure he buys his new wife whatever she wishes."
It was Jesse's turn to frown. "So your fiancé is alive then? You wrote Carrie that he'd died."
She shook her head, cheeks coloring a little. "It was easier to think of him that way. He broke off the engagement, and married another."
Jesse felt a surge of anger at the pain in his bride's voice. "He did that?"
"He did. And everyone knew I'd been discarded. That's why I wanted to get away. I was in disgrace." There were tears shining in her eyes, and all Jesse could think about was leaping out of bed, riding to Boston, and beating the arrogant fop into the dirt.
