[2016] My True Love

by Christian Michael

  Trinity had no idea what Mrs. Graham had been talking about, but she nodded anyway. A smile broke across Mrs. Graham’s face, and she clicked her tongue once more.

  “I’d say that’s enough of that for now. Tell you what. Here is a letter I needed mailed today… would you mind doing that for me?”

  Trinity muffed a sigh inside herself, and forced a smile in return. She nodded and rose to take the letter, thinking once again that there had to be more to life than this.

  Chapter 2 – A Walk About Town

  “Trinity! Trinity, Trinity!”

  Trinity stopped to see who was calling her name, and to her delight she saw her good friend Olga running her way. Olga had been one of Trinity’s closest friends growing up, perhaps it was because Olga’s parents had moved to America from Slovakia, and Olga had always felt like an outsider around the American children at school.

  “Olga! How are you? I’ve been thinking I ought to call on you one of these days.”

  Trinity slowed her pace so her friend could keep up with her. Olga had been born with a foot deformity, and always walked with a minor limp. It wasn’t enough to stop her from getting around easily, but it was enough for the other children to poke fun at her. This is part of the reason she and Trinity had become such good friends.

  “I have been well. Looking all over for a job, but nobody is hiring right now. I’m getting along well enough for now, but I’m going to need something a little better before the snow flies. How is old Mrs. Cranky?”

  “Mrs. Graham is doing quite well herself, thank you.”

  Trinity replied, but she had to stifle a laugh.

  There were few people Trinity knew that she could relate to. All of them were in such awe of Mrs. Graham, few actually realized how difficult of a woman she really was. Always making promised she could never keep, and following those promises she would either back out completely, or make Trinity fulfill them. Yet everyone in town spoke of how kind and giving Mrs. Graham was.

  “I’m sure she is going to continue to do quite well so long as she has you around to do her bidding. Is she even paying you enough to keep all of her promises for her?”

  Olga’s face blushed red after she asked the question, and she put her hand over her mouth.

  “Sorry, it’s not my place to ask what you are making, but I still doubt she is paying you enough to be her slave as well as her seamstress.”

  “It’s ok. I wish I could say I made a lot more for my work, but I have to remember that I do owe her and her brother a great deal of kindness. They practically raised me, after all.”

  “Oh pish posh! The whole town raised you, and they get the glory. If I were you, I’d-“

  Olga was cut off in the middle of her sentence by a laugh, and the two girls turned to see Ashley and her friends walking towards them. They were all dressed in fine dresses, and carrying umbrellas to keep the sun off of them. Each of them also carried a small fan, and giggled to each other as they stopped next to Trinity and Olga.

  “Oh, we’re sorry, we didn’t see you here.”

  Ashley spoke with a false sweetness, and her friends erupted with laughter.

  “I don’t get what’s so funny, but don’t you ladies have other places to be?”

  Trinity didn’t have time for their games, but her comment caused the smiled to vanish off of Ashley’s face. She strode over, swinging her hips as she did, and holding out her gloved hand. A diamond ring glinted in the sunlight on her finger, and Olga gasped. Trinity didn’t look at all interested.

  “Didn’t you hear? I have become engaged to Mr. Collins, and we are on our way to the train station. I am paying to take all of my friends with me to pick out the finest dress in New York. I must look good for the wedding.”

  “You’re going all the way to New York for a wedding gown?”

  Olga’s eyes widened with amazement.

  “Yes, they don’t carry anything fancy enough around here. You must be quite speechless.”

  “Actually, I was thinking that is quite a waste.”

  Trinity was blunt in her reply and Ashley’s jaw dropped, but Olga burst out laughing. Fire flashed through Ashley’s eyes, and she leaned in close to Trinity.

  “I’ll have you know, when I am married, I am going to be the wealthiest woman in the state. I will want for nothing ever again, and you… what will you have? A sewing job. That’s it. You have no parents, no family, and no husband, and I say it’s a no wonder!”

  Her friends’ giggles filled the air, and Trinity could feel her cheeks burn. She opened her mouth to reply, but Ashley turned and waltzed away before anything came out. Trinity could feel her eyes fill with tears of fury, but she brushed them away.

  “Don’t let her get to you. You know how Mr. Collins is. I wouldn’t marry him even if he asked me to!” Olga scrunched up her face at the thought, and Trinity smiled.

  “She’s right though. I don’t have a family of any kind. At least you have your mother and your father, and I am sure things are going to progress between you and Peter one of these days.”

  Olga blushed at the mention of the boy she liked and she tried to change the subject.

  “You’re special, Trin… that means you are going to need a special kind of husband. One that is as wild and free as you are. You know, like a cowboy!”

  Trinity agreed, but Olga said she had to be moving along. She gave Trinity a hug and told her to keep her chin up, as things were sure to work out as they always had. Trinity forced a smile and assured her friend she was happy.

  As Olga limped away, Trinity’s mind raced. The fact of the matter was that she wasn’t happy here, and she couldn’t keep doing this over and over. She knew it wouldn’t be long before Olga was engaged as well, then her time would be spent elsewhere.

  Trinity had to make a change, and soon.

  Chapter 3 – The Idea

  Trinity’s thoughts were jumping from one topic to another as she made her way to the post office. She wondered how she was going to get out West, and what she was going to do when she got there. Surely there were people out there that needed their clothes mended, but then again, surely there were people out there that could mend their clothes.

  She knew the West was no place for a woman to be alone. There were all kinds of tales of outlaws and Indians, and scoundrels of all kinds, all preying upon the unsuspecting female traveler. No, if she was going out West, she needed to have a rough idea of what to expect when she got out there.

  Suddenly, she bumped into a tall, skinny man standing at the foot of the stairway leading up to the post office. Trinity didn’t know where he had come from. One minute she hadn’t seen anyone there, and the next, she had run into a complete stranger that just seemed to appear out of nowhere.

  “Excuse me, Sir, I didn’t see you.”

  “Are you here for the ad?”

  The man’s question took Trinity by surprise. What ad?

  “I’m sorry?”

  “The mail order bride ad? You know… I was supposed to meet a group of young women here, all headed out to Oregon in reply to some ads that were posted. Evidently you aren’t one of them so excuse me while I find them.”

  He pulled away, but Trinity was intrigued. She had heard of the concept of a mail order bride, but she hadn’t met anyone that had actually gone through with it. The idea seemed so foreign… yet so thrilling to her. She couldn’t just walk away.

  “Suppose I want to join in on the group? I am looking for a reason to move out West, and this seems as good a reason as any.”

  The man looked at her in surprise, looking her from head to toe and back again. He looked up and down the street, as though he feared this to be some kind of trap. Then he sighed. He reached deep into his pocket, and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

  “Here, take a look at this, most of the ads have been replied to, but the few that have the pen marks on them have not. If you want to answer any of those, or head out on the train tomorrow afternoon, you can find me here th
e same time tomorrow. If you are going, be ready, I’m not waiting around here like this again.”

  Trinity took the piece of paper and thanked him, uncertain as to whether he was telling her the truth. Surely, if there was a group of young women going out west, she would have heard about it. That seemed like a big deal for her small Vermont town. Then again, she didn’t get out much.

  Trinity mailed the letter for Mrs. Graham, then headed home. Suddenly, it felt as though she had some direction in her life, and this was her chance to make a change. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she felt excited… happy, even.

  The sun shone through the curtains, but Trinity was already up and dressed. She had carefully read the ads on the paper, picking apart each one, and trying to picture the kind of man that would have penned them. For part of the night she would favor one, then she would change her mind.

  Eventually she settled on Emmett Crow. His ad as short, sweet, and to the point. He was a widower that was looking for a wife once again. Someone that knew what it was like to lose something, and someone that was open to becoming a family.

  Although Trinity had been left when she was too young to remember her parents, she still felt she had something in common with this man. There was a kindness in the way he wrote that made her wish to know him more, and there was a neat kind of style in the words he chose that gave off the impression he had been educated.

  Trinity wasn’t too picky about what she was looking for, because all she really wanted was a change, and if this man could give her that change, and give her a new life at the same time, she was all for it. Trinity had spent the rest of the night packing her things, and writing letters to those she wanted to say goodbye to.

  She explained everything to Pastor Davis in one letter, and in another letter she thanked the families in the congregation for what they had done for her. Mrs. Graham also got a letter, as did Olga. Trinity planned to give Olga the letters to spread to each recipient, and spend the day with her friend before she left on the train.

  Olga was happy for Trinity, and made her promise to write often, which Trinity assured her she would. Olga even walked with her to the train station, where they met the same man Trinity had met the day before. There were still no other women on the journey, but Trinity had her mind made up.

  Scary or not, this was an adventure, and that was just what she wanted. She hugged her friend and gave her the letters, then she purchased her ticket and boarded the train. Trinity’s stomach fluttered as the train lurched and slowly pulled out of the station.

  Ready or not, her journey was started.

  Chapter 4 – Traveling with Thomas

  “I don’t believe I formerly introduced myself yesterday. My name is Thomas LeRoy Jacobs, but I greatly prefer being called simply Thomas alone. What is yours?”

  “Trinity.”

  “Just Trinity?”

  “Yes.”

  “I like that. A woman of few words is a wonderful woman indeed. You have no idea how many different kinds of women I have met, and boy do they like to talk!”

  Trinity looked at her escort inquisitively. She was intrigued by this man, though something inside her told her she was better off keeping her distance. He was lean, and dressed much like the ring master from a circus. He had a sharp, black mustache and goatee, with angular features that seemed to match his facial hair.

  “Do you do this kind of thing often?”

  “What? Escort brides? Yes, indeed. You see, there are a great many more ranchers and miners out West than there are brides to marry them, so sending out for brides has become something quite commonplace. Now, nobody wants their bride to be coming all that way alone… how is she to know where to go, after all?”

  Trinity felt inclined to believe him, but there was still something about him she didn’t trust. There was something that almost made him seem like a con man, though she wasn’t sure what it was. Pastor Davis often told her not to be suspicious, and certainly not to judge anyone, but Mrs. Graham was suspicious of and judged everyone.

  “You must know Emmett Crow personally then? Tell me what he’s like.”

  Thomas looked at her for a moment, as though he was deciding whether or not that was a good idea. Finally, he shrugged and simply said that Emmett was a soft spoken man.

  “He works hard, and he takes care of what he has. I’ve never heard a bad thing said about the man. What else is there to know? You will have to see for yourself when you get there.”

  Trinity was slightly offended by the statement, but she didn’t say anything else. There was nothing more to say, beyond pressing Thomas for more information, but she didn’t get the impression that he wanted to give any more information. This caused her to think of him as a con man all the more, but she told herself not to worry about it.

  As soon as you get to Oregon, you won’t have anything to worry about. Just keep an eye on your trunk and make sure he stays out of it, and you will be fine.

  The two had to change from train to stagecoach, making their journey slower and a lot less comfortable. Trinity had heard rumors that they would soon connect the railroad from one end of the country to the other, but she hadn’t been so lucky as to see that with her own eyes.

  Not just yet anyway.

  She had slept for several hours on the train, so now she was wide awake, watching the scenery rumble past out her window. The stagecoach felt rickety and dangerous compared to the train, but Trinity told herself that was simply because she had never ridden in either one before, and of course the train would feel safer.

  Thomas was asleep on the seat opposite her, and she was glad. It was getting difficult for the two of them to think of things to talk about, and the silences were growing longer and more awkward, not to mention more frequent. They had been on their way for nearly a week now, and Trinity was tired of the travel.

  She tried to think about Emmett as they bounced along, but she had little to go on for her imagination to work with. Part of her thought it would be a bad idea to imagine, in case she were to imagine someone a lot more charming and better looking than Emmett really was, but part of her wanted something to look forward to, and a reason to keep pressing onward.

  Towns came, and towns went, each one looking much the same was the one before, but the scenery was changing. Where the flat prairies had stretched on and on, now mountains rose and took their place. There were rivers and ravines now, not to mention all kinds of pine trees. Thomas chattered on mindlessly now, giving Trinity hope they were almost to their destination.

  “We will be there before the day is out. I hope you are ready.”

  “Will Emmett be there to meet me?”

  “Yes, I sent a wire ahead the morning we left, so he knows your coming. I’m sure he is looking forward to it, and has made all necessary arrangements.”

  Trinity looked at Thomas with questioning eyes. He was looking out the window, but when he turned to her, he raised his eyebrows and replied.

  “The preacher isn’t often in town, and I’m sure you will want to get the ceremony out of the way right away. Emmett will get that lined up, not to mention getting the house ready. It’s quite an adjustment adding an entire new person into the house, I’m sure.”

  “Oh.”

  Trinity didn’t know what else to say, so she turned her attention back out the window. She hadn’t thought of it before, but today was going to be her wedding day. Of course she knew she was going to be marrying Emmett, after all, that was the whole reason she came out west, but she hadn’t really thought about the wedding ceremony until now.

  As a child, she had always thought she would get married, but she never thought it was going to be like this. Then again, Trinity wasn’t sure what she had thought it was going to be like. Growing up, all the girls had listened to Ashley plan her wedding, but few of them ever really thought of their own.

  I suppose Ashley would turn red with jealousy if she knew I was going to be married before she is. And I had to come all
the way to Oregon for my wedding dress… and my entire wedding.

  Chapter 5 – Emmett Crow

  As the stagecoach pulled into town, Trinity craned her neck to see the people gathered around. She had no idea what Emmett looked like, besides the fact he was short with brown hair. Trinity glanced over the crowd, but she didn’t see anyone she thought to be remarkably short.

  “That’s him. That’s Emmett.”

  Thomas pointed to a man that was near the side of the platform. Trinity was relieved at how normal and kind he looked. She was somewhat nervous after meeting Thomas that she was being taken away to some kind of circus, but the sight of Emmett melted her fears away.

  Her parting with Thomas was short and to the point. Emmett thanked him for accompanying his bride, and paid him what Thomas said was due, then Thomas made an elaborate bow to the both of them, and took his leave. Once they were alone, Trinity suddenly felt nervous.

  “You aren’t what I expected you to be… in a good way, of course.”

  She felt embarrassed right after she said it, but Emmett laughed.

  “I don’t know what you were expecting, but I am glad to exceed your expectations. In a good way, of course.”

  He mimicked the same way she had phrased it, and Trinity laughed along with him. It felt good to laugh, and he held his arm out to her. They were making their way to the church, to meet the preacher. The more they chatted, the more Trinity felt she could be at home here. There was an instant connection she felt to Emmett, and that was something that was rare for her.

  By the time they had gotten to the church, Emmett had explained to her how he had set up her own room for her, across the house from his own. He hoped that didn’t make her feel unwelcome, but there was simply no other place to put her for now. He also described to her the animals he owned, as well as the basic chores he hoped she could do around the house.