Tully's Faith (Grooms with Honor Book 11)
Page 11
“Why are you here? Does your grandmother know you’re not in Chicago at boarding school?” Isaac asked as the rest of the group stood silently in shock.
“You’re bein’ a poor host, Uncle. How about making introductions and invitin’ me in?”
Isaac sighed, but continued “You’ve met the Wilerson brothers.” He turned to take Cate’s hand to pull her out of the porch swing, but she ignored his offer. “Cate, this is my step-brother’s daughter, Faye Longoria. Faye, this is Cate Wilerson, the mother of the men who brought you here.”
Rusty looked at Cate and saw shock and fear in her eyes as she stared at the young woman.
“What’s wrong, Cate?” was all Isaac got out before Cate shoved out of the swing and ran through the front door, slamming it behind her.
Isaac turned to look at the brothers for a clue about their mother’s behavior. They looked ready to hang Isaac from ranch yard’s cottonwood tree, using the ranch kids’ swing as his noose rope.
The silence was broken with a baby’s pitiful cry, coming from the back of the wagon.
Adam turned to stare at Faye, but she ignored him and the fussing baby.
“Oh, I forgot, Uncle. I brought ya a present,” Faye’s smile didn’t reach her eyes.
“Isaac, what happened?” Sarah called as she stepped out on the porch, “Why’s Mama so upset?”
Rusty watched Sarah look at Isaac, then to the wagon occupants. Isaac barely caught her under her arms as she stumbled. Rusty couldn’t imagine the shock of seeing one’s face on another person.
“Why didn’t someone tell me I had a twin?!” shrieked Faye. Then she started laughing like it was a joke. “So, father’s ‘harlot’ had twins and ya kept one, Uncle?”
The baby whimpered louder, and Faye rolled her eyes but didn’t look back at it. “That thing is so annoying,” Faye scoffed.
“You have a baby in the back who you’re ignoring?!” Sarah pushed Isaac’s hand away, stiffened her spine, marched down the steps and pushed Jacob’s horse, Duncan, out of the way when Jacob didn’t rein him away fast enough.
Before anyone could react, Sarah looked over the wagon side and tried to reach a box which must have been tucked under the wagon seat. She stared at Faye, who did nothing but stare back. “Pick up that child and comfort it, or get out of my way,” Sarah said to Faye through gritted teeth.
“You can have it,” Faye stated as she rolled her eyes.
Sarah reached up and tried to yank Faye off the seat, which caused Faye to scream and slap at Sarah. Jacob jumped off his horse to grab Sarah while Adam tried to keep the surprised horse team from bolting. Rusty ran into the ruckus to grab the team’s bridles to keep them from running away.
“That’s enough!” roared Isaac and pointed a stiff arm toward the house. “Faye, pick up that baby and get in the house. You too, Sarah and Adam. Rusty, Jacob, and Noah put the horses in the barn and join us. We’ve got some serious talking to do.”
In the years Rusty had worked for Isaac, he’d never seen Isaac this mad. Who was this woman who looked like Sarah Wilerson Brenner, and why were Cate and Isaac so upset?
Rusty walked into the parlor with Jacob and Noah, noting the stance of the people already in the room. Sarah, and her husband, Marcus, stood by the settee, staring at Faye across the room as she held her baby like a sack of potatoes against her hip. Cate and Isaac made a third triangle facing the other two.
“I’m sorry, Ma, but after seeing Miss Longoria at the train depot, I felt I had to tell Adam and Noah and bring them along,” Jacob confessed. “Do you want us to leave so you can talk to Sarah alone, or do you want us to stay?”
Rusty looked at Sarah, who looked upset and furious at the same time. Did Sarah know this Faye and didn’t like her, or was she upset by the way Faye was handling her baby? Sarah had turned into a mama bear with her new family.
Rusty noticed both the new mother and infant hadn’t had enough to eat. The very low neckline on Faye’s soiled red satin gown revealed her bony collarbone. Anyone within ten feet of the baby knew it needed its diaper changed, plus it didn’t have a shirt on its thin torso. Even though the infant looked to be only a month or two old by its weight, it had to be at least three months old by the way it was trying to hold its head up. Rusty had ten siblings, eight younger than himself, so he’d helped care of babies growing up.
Cate looked up at those standing around the room and cleared her throat, about three times, before beginning to speak “I only want to say this once, so everyone, please stay until everything has been said. And no questions until I’m done.
“Faye, how old are you?” Cate asked Faye, who was clearly trying to act defiant when she was clearly shaking in her worn-out shoes.
“Uh, eighteen, why?” Faye answered, looking confused as to why that had anything to do with what Cate was trying to say.
“Sarah is twenty-one, so this happened before you were born, Faye.” Cate wiped tears from her face.
What was wrong here?
Cate cleared her throat and looked at Sarah.
“Sarah, one day when your father wasn’t home, a man forced his way into our house. He was drunk, belligerent, and I was scared he’d hurt your brothers, who were quite young. I sent the boys out to look for some new kittens, which I don’t think we had at the time and told them not to come back to the house until they found them.
“The man attacked me but left before the boys came back into the house because they had been out a long time looking for those kittens.” Cate squeezed her eyes tight, probably trying to forget the memory of that day.
“Sarah, we always considered Moses, your father—and I always will—because he raised and loved you until his dying day.” She took a long breath before continuing. “But after meeting Faye, I’m guessing you two have the same father, as it was Felix Longoria who attacked me that day.”
Oh. My. Word. There was complete silence in the parlor as everyone absorbed the story.
“My stepbrother attacked you? Why didn’t you tell me, Cate!” Isaac hissed as he staggered back against the wall.
Sarah collapsed on the settee, covered her face with her hands, and started rocking back and forth, sobbing uncontrollably. Marcus sat down beside Sarah, pulling her to his chest as she cried.
Faye’s bravado vanished when she realized how Cate’s story affected her. “I have a sister? You mean she’s been living in this rich house, while I’ve been living upstairs in saloons?!”
Isaac rounded on her, pointing his finger and shouting, “What do you mean living in saloons?! I sent plenty of money to your grandmother, so you could have a nice life—even though I didn’t have to!”
“Why not? My grandmother was married to your father...”
“For thirteen days before he died, and besides that, her name was not listed in his will! Your parents should have raised and provided for you instead of me!”
Everyone watched in shock as the two faced each other.
“I never got a cent of that money—if you sent it to grandmother! She tossed me back into the house my mother ‘worked in’ right after you left Illinois!”
Isaac’s face turned ashen as the girl’s words penetrated his anger. “You mean to tell me you’ve been living in brothels the past eight years?”
“Look at me! Do I look like a prim debutante, schooled in one of best finishing schools? Then my mother left one night without telling me where she was going, and I’ve been working on my back for the past four years to survive!” Faye wailed in exasperation.
Cate sniffed back her grief and quietly said, “It’s good you came to Kansas to get out of your bad situation then. How did you know where to find your uncle?”
Faye stared at the floor, not looking at Cate when she answered. “I’ve always kept a first letter he sent to Illinois, telling us where he settled in Kansas.”
“Why did you come now, and how’d you get the money for the train ticket?”
Tears trickled down the poor girl’s eyes as
she looked up at Cate. “The um ‘house’ owner was going to take my baby away from me, so I stole money from one of my customers’ wallets while he was sleeping after we...and I grabbed my baby where she was stashed for the night and took off.”
Cate walked closer to the girl but didn’t touch her, afraid she’d bolt like a scared rabbit. “Do you know where your father is now?” Rusty saw Sarah sit up to hear Faye’s answer.
“No. I saw him now and then when I first lived with my grandma, but I haven’t seen him years,” Faye said looking first at Cate, then Isaac.
“Isaac, when’s the last time you saw or heard from your stepbrother?” Cate asked him, but Isaac shook his head as if he didn’t want to say.
“Where is he, Isaac? I want to know where my father is,” Sarah glared at him with her swollen red eyes.
Isaac looked at the floor when he softly said, “Last I knew, he was in prison for a robbery and waiting for his sentence, which was probably to hang.”
“My papa’s…dead?” Faye sounded like a young girl who just lost her father.
Cate walked forward and wrapped her arms around Faye, holding her tight while young woman sobbed for the loss of her father.
Sarah stood, staring hard at her mother for giving comfort to this intruder, before running out of the living room and up the stairs. Marcus sighed and followed her. It was going to be a rough night for the couple.
Rusty slipped out the parlor door, knowing the family needed to talk among themselves about Cate’s revelation. Cate and Sarah’s worlds had just been shattered by the arrival of a half-sister neither knew existed.
Isaac felt responsible for the mess even though he hadn’t known what all had happened to everyone.
And then there was Faye Longoria. A desperate young woman with a baby, trying to escape her terrible life. Rusty felt the urge to help her, even though he now knew of her past.
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Contents
Tully and Violet
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16