“Just let me lock it up,” Susan said. “Then we can go meet Michael.”
Jessie took a few steps as if wanting to head to the smithy already. Then he paused and waited for her to join him.
“We’ve still got a few hours of sunlight,” Jessie said. “I think we can get a lot more work done on your house.”
“I hope so,” Susan said. She couldn’t wait until the boarding house was done. Though it would still be a few months, and she’d probably have the baby before the boarding house.
It had taken a while to get all the permits and permission and convince the mayor and others in the town that building a boarding house would be in the best interest of the town of Birch Creek. Once that was finally taken care of, she and Michael had made a trip to Oakley to talk to the brick makers and the lumber mill where they could get the supplies they needed.
While in Oakley, Susan had made sure to find out where Charlotte and her new husband ended up and it was amazing to talk to someone who knew exactly what she had gone through. And holding that precious baby had given Susan courage to dare giving motherhood a chance.
As Susan looked at the small town and thought of everything she’d seen, she still couldn’t believe it was all working out. She walked with Jessie the short distance to Michael’s smithy and at the lack of hammering, she knew he’d be ready to go work on the boarding house.
“Susan,” Michael said as they stepped into the shop. “You just can’t stay away from me, can you?”
“What can I say,” Susan said. “I’m using you for your muscles. I want you back over there working on my building.”
Michael laughed and Jessie just shook his head. He seemed to have gotten used to her oddity and didn’t question anything she said. Susan wrapped her arms around Michael’s shoulders and kissed him before tucking her head against his chest.
“How are you feeling?” Michael asked. “The school’s not wearing you out too much is it?”
“No,” Susan said. “I’m fine, but growing a baby is hard work. Not as muscle defining as your work though.” She ran her hand down his arm and squeezed. “And speaking of muscles, let’s get yours busy again on that house.”
Michael laughed and hugged her again. “Anything for you, Susan. But only because I love you.”
“I know you do. I see it in everything you do for me.”
“However,” Michael said. “I’m not sure these muscles can take a lot more work without some sustenance.”
“No problems there,” Susan said adjusting her bag and pulling out some bread and cheese. “And after you get some more work done, I’ll make you a real dinner.”
“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Michael said.
“You’d manage,” Susan said. “Because you are amazing.”
“I wouldn’t want to manage alone,” Michael said. “You are the best decision I made in my life. And I thank you for taking the chance on me.”
“Thank you for the man you are. I knew things would work out when I decided to come marry you, but I had no idea how much I would grow to love you.”
***
A sneak peek at
The Clerk’s Bride
Annabelle stared at the door of the post office. Could she actually do this? If she didn’t, her only hope would be to continue working at miserable jobs like the factory she’d just been released from. And with the rumors going around among the other girls living at the boarding house, Annabelle really didn’t want to go speak with Mr. Staley and ask to be hired on at his factory.
When Susan had announced she had decided to move to Birch Creek Idaho to become a bride to some blacksmith out there, Annabelle had thought the girl crazy. Who in their right mind would want to go marry some complete stranger and live in the west with all the things going on out there?
Annabelle looked at the outgoing letter in her hand then pulled out the folded one she’d had in her apron and opened it once more to read Susan’s letter.
Dearest Annabelle,
I know you have been worried about me so I thought it would be wise to send you this letter to let you know how things have gone with me. I arrived in Birch Creek with only a small problem when the train was delayed by weather. The storms in Kansas caused us to be late by a day. I did worry Michael would be upset. My concerns were unfounded and I have been welcomed to Birch Creek with kindness and excitement.
We were married the day I arrived and the whole town was here to celebrate with us. I can’t believe how kind and welcoming everyone is. Now I am discovering I truly love my new home and my husband. Any fear I had of marrying a stranger was completely unfounded. Michael has been a wonderful and very kind man to me. I do believe I can safely say I am in love.
If you ever do want to leave New York and all the heart-ache that is there, then don’t be afraid to look at answering the advertisements like the one Michael sent. And if you come out to Birch Creek as well, you’ll always know you’ll have an old friend here already. I’m working on getting a boarding house built up for the chance to help women come out west and have a place to stay. Unfortunately, it will take a while before it’s ready. I’d love to hear from you. I hope you are doing well.
With all my love,
Susan
Annabelle smiled at the thought of her dear friend so happy. It gave her courage to make her next move. Tucking Susan’s letter back in her apron pocket, Annabelle took the last few steps up to the post office and opened the door. She smiled at the man behind the counter and handed over her own letter with the few coins required to post it before she could change her mind.
If Lester hadn’t already found a bride and still wanted her after she sent him the letter, she’d be able to go find Susan in Birch Creek in the Idaho territory herself.
***
The train ride to Idaho would take about a week and Annabelle knew she couldn’t change her mind. She’d made an agreement with Lester and he’d sent the details about what ticket she’d need to buy. He’d sent a small amount of money that she’d use for food on the long trip. Annabelle turned around and hugged her friend one last time.
“I can’t believe you’re going.” Grace held her tight and whispered the words into her ear.
“I know,” Annabelle said. “I thought Susan was foolish to do it, but she’s there, and things worked out well for her.”
“You keep in touch,” Grace said.
“You could come with me,” Annabelle said. “Susan would have a place for us.”
“I can’t.” Grace shook her head. “Who would watch the boys if I left?”
Annabelle nodded. “Maybe when I get out there, and things are more settled, I can find a place where you and your brother can come. Susan said there is a lot of land out there. You could become farmers.”
Grace laughed. “I don’t know a thing about farming. And neither do you.”
“I know,” Annabelle said. “But I can learn. Besides, I’m going to be there to cook and clean and keep house for him. He’s not a farmer. He works for a businessman out there.”
The whistle on the train blew and Annabelle turned to look at the doorway she would be entering.
“I wish you all the best,” Grace said. “Be careful and make sure you write.”
“Tell your brother and the boys goodbye for me.”
“Will do.” Grace waved and stepped back, leaving Annabelle nothing else to do but board the train and look toward her future. She said a prayer that things would turn out well. Anything was better than putting up with the snide remarks and inappropriate touches or disgusting offers from Mr. Staley.
She could be a wife to a man out in the west. As long as he didn’t abuse her, she could handle most anything else.
***
Colten could practically smell the man the moment he walked in the door. Though there wasn’t a saloon here in Birch Creek, Lester Olsen was able to find any source of liquor and pour it down his gullet.
“Need me something.” Lester’s words were
slurred enough to prove he’d found some already today
Colten didn’t want to even venture a guess at what the man wanted this time so he waited as patiently as he could for the cogs in Lester’s brain to begin turning.
“I got someone coming and I need to get her something purty.”
“Who’s coming?” Colten asked.
“Don’t know. Just coming today. Said she wants a place.”
Colten looked at the man, wondering if he was so intoxicated that he was imagining things. “What kind a place?”
“A place. Not a factory.”
Colten shook his head. “Lester, you’re drunk. You should go home and sleep it off.”
“Nah,” Lester shook his head, then grabbed it as if it pained him. “Coming today. I gotta get something purty.”
“What kind of thing?” Colten decided to just go along with it and try to get rid of the man. It was doubtful Lester had any money anyway. Not with the way he smelled right now.
“Purty. Like a woman. Flowers!” Lester shouted.
“There are some flowers, right outside.” Colten took his arm and turned him around, then gently pushed his shoulder to get him to move back toward the door. He’d hoped there would still be a few wildflowers to send the man to.
“Good.” Lester moved over and bent to pick a flower, but missed and had to adjust his feet before trying again. The poor flower he grabbed was crushed in his hand and Colten nodded in mock support when Lester held it up high. “Perfect. Now to find her.”
Colten laughed under his breath at the antics of the drunk. He pitied the poor woman Lester would try to woo. Of course, any woman in her right mind would steer clear of Lester. As Lester staggered away toward the edge of town near where the train station lay, Colten returned to the store and picked up where he’d left off when Lester arrived.
A few minutes later, Colten looked up at the sound of the mercantile door opening, dreading the possibility of Lester again. But instead he was pleased to see who’d arrived. “Good morning, Susan. How are things coming with your building?” He still wasn’t sure why she was so adamant about the need for a boarding house. It’s not like all that many people wanted to come out to Birch Creek and live in the town itself. Most of the new residents of the valley were here to set up farms and even do some ranching with either sheep or the occasional beef herd.
“It is almost to the point we could live in it. Though there is still a lot to be done.”
“Glad to hear it’s getting closer. And how are things with you?”
Susan placed a protective hand on her belly. “Same as yesterday. This baby is still not ready enough.”
“What can I help you with today?”
“I was wondering if there was any mail?”
“Nothing’s arrived yet, but the stage coach hasn’t reached us yet either. Are you waiting for something?”
“Nothing particular. I had hoped to hear from a friend of mine. She’s not written back yet. It’s too bad the letters aren’t as regular as what I’m used to.”
“Maybe it’ll be on the train coming later today. You ever think of sending her a telegram?”
“I should look into it I guess.” Susan moved over to the counter and pulled out one of the hard candies. “Could you put this on our tab?”
Colten smiled. “Sure thing. Want to take one for Jessie and Michael?”
Susan laughed. “No. It wouldn’t make it that far. I have absolutely no willpower when it comes to butterscotch.” She turned around and headed back to the door. “Thanks, Colten. Tell your mom hello for me.”
“Will do.” Colten glanced in the back room where his mother was going through the inventory. They’d need to request a larger order of supplies in the next week or so in order to have everything restocked before the winter season hit. She was much better at keeping all the details organized and Colten was happy to let her write it all down. When the train arrived later, he’d be the one to take the wagon and pick up the crates that had been shipped to them.
As if thinking about it made it appear, Colten heard the familiar whistle of the train, still a few miles out but done as an alert to the people in town. Those who were expecting something, or just curious to see who might be arriving left their homes or shops and headed to the station.
“Mother, you in a place you could watch the front? I’ll go get the wagon hooked up.”
“I’ll keep an eye out. Thank you, Son.”
Colten left the store and headed around to the stable. “Hey, Pa. I’m going to head to the station. How’s the colt doing?”
“He’s on the mend. I’ve almost got the fence repaired as well. Sure hope the wire I ordered was sent this time. If not, it’ll be another two weeks before the next train arrives.”
“If it didn’t come, someone might have some they’d be willing to part with.”
His father chuckled. “Yes, I’m sure they would, but when you’re the owner of the mercantile, you should have everything everyone needs.”
“True,” Colten said with a smile. “I’ll be back soon.”
Once the horse was harnessed to the wagon, Colten climbed atop and allowed the horse to move at its own slow pace toward the station. The people would exit the train first. Since they were delivering a load of supplies, the passengers on the train would have a few minutes to stretch their legs and get some fresh air. It would take close to a quarter hour to unload the boxes for the store and whatever other things they had. Michael and Susan had sent for some things to help with their boarding house when it was finished. Colten might even be able to take their items as well.
He pulled the wagon up to the station platform just moments after the train came to a complete stop. The doors hadn’t opened yet so Colten remained sitting on his wagon bench.
“Where is she?” Lester yelled, the poor flower still held tightly in his fist.
Colten shook his head. He hoped Lester wouldn’t antagonize any of the poor passengers who might get off to move around a bit. Debating for a moment on whether he should go try to move Lester along again, Colten wasn’t sure he really wanted to deal with the man. He would watch from the wagon and if things got rough when the passengers got out, Colten would act then. There was no use riling up the drunk any more than he already was. He was mostly harmless until he got a hornet up his nose.
Lester dropped the flower and bent to pick it up, then lost his balance and fell. He got up enough to turn around and sit with his legs bent in around him and watched. Colten chuckled again. That would keep him out of the way for now.
When the doors of the train opened. Three young ladies and an older woman stepped off the train onto the stool that was placed for them by the conductor. Lester struggled to stand and Colten knew he’d have to get up there and stop him before any embarrassment occurred.
“Which one of you is mine?” Lester asked and Colten jumped off his wagon and ran to the stairs of the platform, taking the steps two at a time.
The women turned around in confusion and stared open mouthed at Lester. Colten tried to apologize to the women but Lester just shouted again. “Danged if I can’t remember yer name. It’s a pretty one. Sounds like a bell. Or something.”
The women hurried away in the other direction and Lester tried to follow them. Colten stepped in front of him but Lester tried to push him out of the way. If the man hadn’t been drunk, he might have been able to do something, but as it was, Lester merely knocked himself off balance.
“Now Lester,” Colten said, trying to calm the man. “Let’s think about this for a moment.”
Lester stopped trying to get past Colten and just shook the busted flower in his face. “Don’t need to think about it. I already paid for her. She’s coming today.”
Colten stared at the man, trying to understand what he was talking about. “Paid for her?” The only women who got paid for weren’t the kinds of women like the three Lester had tried to get to. Colten turned around just enough to look behind him while still keeping
Lester on the other side away from the passengers still leaving the train.
“That might be her!” Lester tried to push his way past Colten, but Colten kept hold of the man’s shoulder. “Honey! Are you my bride?”
The little thing that stood in the center of the platform away from the others had a look of horror on her face. Colten turned back to Lester, trying to get the man to quiet down, but instead Lester took a swing at Colten and managed to place a solid strike to the jaw.
Colten lost his hold on Lester and the man tore past him right for the girl in the dark blue dress. She placed her hands over her mouth as if trying to draw in closer to herself and when Lester was ten feet away, she began shaking her head.
“Oh no. It can’t be.” She took a few steps to the side away from the train as if trying to look for something else. Lester’s direction changed, but he didn’t manage to correct his steps enough to head toward her anymore. Instead, with the momentum he had, and his unsteady gait, Lester managed to walk right off the edge of the platform and fell flat on his face in the dirt four feet below.
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