by Rye Hart
Both of the boys' faces broke out in huge grins. "Yes," they answered eagerly.
"Could you fetch him for me? Let him know that Ms. Wellington needs his service."
"Sure," they both said in unison before they both took off running.
Marianna watched as they bounded off in search of James. Marianna knew that she needed some help to sort the house out, and while she appreciated the enthusiasm of the two children, she would need a bit of a stronger hand in the cleaning tasks.
As she turned to go back inside, she suddenly felt a sickening chill run down her spine. She quickly turned around, but saw nothing.
"How odd," she said to herself. Marianna still wasn't sure about this place. Although Larsen and his children made her feel comfortable and welcomed, she still couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. Perhaps almost being crushed by a burning building less than an hour upon arrival was an omen, or maybe she was just being homesick. Either way, Marianna was still hesitant about committing to her new home just yet.
Chapter Six
"James, not like that!" Marianna moved to instruct the young man in how to properly scrub the floors.
James grunted reluctantly, but abided by her instructions with silent patience. Marianna wasn’t yet sold on making Texas her new home, but she wasn’t one to stand still when work needed to be done around her.
"Now, Marshal and Elijah," she moved toward the eldest Dover boy. "Since the loft is your playroom, it is your responsibility to keep it tidy." She instructed the boys on how to put away their toys and then assigned them the task of dusting the small area. They hurried off to do their assigned tasks with excitement. They were keen on trying out the "cleaning thing" as they put it, which made Marianna giggle. Georgina and Amelia had never been so willing to attend to their chores. A wave of sadness brushed over her as she thought of her sisters. However, she pushed it to the back of her mind and chose to focus on removing the layer of soot and grime that covered the cost-iron stove.
Marianna became so focused on cleaning as a way of keeping her mind busy, she barely noticed when the front door swung open.
"James, what are you doing and why are you wearing an apron?" bellowed Larsen Dover in his deep voice.
"Ummmm," James was at a loss for words.
Marianna peeked her head out from under the stove where she had been cleaning up piles of cobwebs and dirt. "I'm having him help me clean this house," she explained.
"Well I need him to help the other men sort through the rubble from the barn now that it has finally stopped burning," he said in an exasperated tone.
"Yes sir," James quickly wiped his hands on the apron, tossed it over a chair and darted outside.
"Now wait just a minute," she protested. She advanced toward Larsen, "I can't clean this whole house by myself."
"I'm sorry, but I need every able hand to clean up the rubble," he stated apologetically before turning to follow James outside.
"Look, Mr. Dover," she reached for his arm. As her fingers brushed his skin, a burst of energy shot through her at contact. She obviously wasn't the only one who had felt the jolt as Larsen's gaze met hers with a fierce intensity.
They stood like that for a few beats, connected by her light touch and their full gazes.
Larsen was the first to break the silence. "I have to get back," he moved and broke the contact between them.
The moment her hand was no longer on him, her senses returned. She had no idea what it was that had caused such an intense shock of energy between them, but she sure wasn't going to touch him again to find out if it was just a fluke or not.
"Look Larsen," she said a bit softer this time. He turned back to look at her, his face a mask of impassivity. "I know that your barn may seem like a priority at the moment, but so are your children." She lowered her voice as she continued; she did not want little ears to hear too much. "Your children cannot live in a dirty house, and I am willing to try and fix that, but I can't do it on my own." She hoped her plea reached his senses.
He looked at her for a long, silent moment. "You won't have to," he said firmly. "When my men are done with salvaging the wreckage, I will send several of them to come up here and help you remedy the house, including myself."
"Thank you," she said. She glanced behind Larsen and noticed that the sun had already begun to set on what had been an eventful day. "You don't need to send anyone today, we can finish it tomorrow," she answered softly.
"Alright," he nodded gruffly before turning quickly away.
Marianna stood and watched Larsen Dover as he headed back toward the barn, which was still a pile of smoking rubble off in the distance. Already her mind began to race with questions about this strange, handsome, enigmatic man. How had he been a single parent for so long? She thought that it must have been difficult for him to run both a ranch and a household.
She turned back toward the house and saw two little faces watching her from the loft above. Those two little boys had already seen so much in their short lives that her heart ached for them. She knew that, even if she didn't choose to stay on as their mother, she needed to help as much as she could in the short time that she was here.
Chapter Seven
True to his word, Larsen provided the help Marianna needed to reorganize the house. The men that he sent were all very kind and eager to help. Marianna felt at ease with them, or at least most of them.
Marcus Maine was an entirely different creature. The man that had stopped Larsen as he was carrying her from the burning rubble had been obvious in expressing his displeasure of her. Marianna wasn't sure what she had done to warrant such negative attention, but she tried to move past it. For the most part, he simply ignored her and kept his distance, at least when others were watching.
One afternoon, when she was coming back from refilling her cleaning bucket at the well, she had accidently run into Marcus.
"Oh, I’m sorry," she said as water sloshed onto the ranch manager's leather pants.
"You better watch yourself," he said in a menacing tone. His eyes gleamed viciously as his gaze took stock of her.
Marianna was taken aback by the severity of his reaction. She had only spilled a little bit of water on his clothing, yet he acted as if she had personally assaulted him. "I'm very sorry, do you have a second pair? I can clean them for you if they —"
"I can't be bothered," he spat on his last word, the spittle landing rather close to Marianna's shoes.
She stepped back in response. "Again, I'm very sorry," she repeated herself.
Marcus took a threatening step toward her, slowly closing the distance between them.
Marianna instinctively stepped back. "Sir, I think you should leave," she held her head high and injected a sense of authority in her tone of voice.
"Perhaps it is not me who should leave," he said vaguely.
Marianna gaped.
"Is something wrong?" Larsen's commanding voice broke through the tension of the moment.
Marianna felt her breath ease as she turned to see Larsen strolling toward them.
"Everything is fine boss," Marcus's face changed into a cool mask; a far cry from the menacing features he had revealed to Marianna. "Just bumped into the lady by accident and spilled some of her water," he played it off.
"Right," Marianna said hesitantly. She didn't want to make an enemy of Larsen's trusted ranch manager.
"Well it was nice chatting with you ma'am," Marcus said lightly. "I will see you later boss," he said has he strolled away, all while whistling a low tune.
How odd, Marianna thought. She didn't know why Marcus disliked her so much, but she hoped that he wouldn’t try to approach her again. She decided to try and push the disturbing encounter to the back of her mind and focus on the more interesting man in front of her.
"Good evening Mr. Dover," she said cheerfully.
"Please," he spoke warmly, "just call me Larsen."
"Larsen," Marianna let his name roll of the tongue. She like
d the way it sounded and, judging by Larsen's reaction, he preferred her to use his given name.
"How is the house coming along?" he inquired about her efforts in reorganizing his neglected home.
"Very well, actually," she smiled up at him. "Would you like to come in and see?" she asked.
"No, that is quite alright," he looked past her at the setting sun. "I have a few things to attend to before it gets late,"
"Oh, ok," she disappointedly. She had been hoping to have a moment alone with him, but every time she tried to extend their conversation, he would be pulled away by his ranch duties.
Larsen studied her for a moment. "I will walk you back to the house," he stated.
"Thank you," she said softly. She bent to pick up the bucket of water she had been carrying with her.
"Allow me." Larsen moved forward to take the heavy load away from her. He lifted it with ease, as if it weighed nothing.
Marianna admired his calm strength. She also noticed he slowed his strides to match her shorter pace.
"What do you think of Texas?" he asked in an attempt to make small talk.
"Well … it is a lot different from Valley Springs," she said mildly. She wasn't sure what else to say. She had only been in Texas for a few short days, and yet it felt like it had been a lifetime since she left her home. She knew it was normal to expect an adjustment period, but she still wasn't sure if it was homesickness or her gut that kept her from feeling at home.
They reached the front porch to the house and Larsen set the bucket down for her.
"I don't want to keep you here if you are unhappy," he confessed.
In that moment, Marianna got a glimpse into the man before her. She saw how the strain of losing his wife had taken a toll on him and she wished to comfort him "How long ago did you lose her?" she asked softly.
"Three years ago to influenza," he said. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed absently.
Marianna saw that, even after all these years, the loss of his wife still pained him. "I lost my fiancé to a carriage accident." She hoped that by offering him a glimpse into her own struggles, he might not feel so alone in the ache that comes from missing a loved one.
He nodded. "Mrs. Cavanaugh said as much. I'm very sorry," he offered.
They stood in silence for a moment, neither one knowing the right words to say after such an intimate moment.
Larsen was the first to speak. He chuckled slightly, breaking the awkwardness of the moment. "Yet here we are, still standing despite it all," he said with strained amusement.
Marianna felt the corner of her mouth turn up into a faint smile. She covered her eyes from the glare of the setting sun and looked up at Larsen. "That is one way you could put it," she agreed.
"Well," Larsen said a little too quickly, "I best head off. You let me know if there is anything you need."
"I will," Marianna promised.
As Marianna watched Larsen walk away, she couldn't help but compare the man to her late fiancé, Kevin.
Kevin had been a soft-spoken intellectual that had come from an upper-class family. Larsen, on the other hand, was a bit rough looking, with a thick beard and a deep voice. His occupation as a ranch owner in Texas was the exact opposite of Kevin's safe job in an attorney's office. Marianna knew that it wasn't fair to compare Larsen to her deceased fiancé, but Kevin had passed away less than two months ago and his memory was still fresh in her mind.
Yet, the difference between the two men wasn't what held her back from fully committing to marrying Larsen Dover. She was struggling with the isolation that came with choosing to come out west. Back in Valley Springs, she had her sisters and a few friends to help her through the difficult loss. Here in Texas, she had no one. She craved the intimacy that came from friendship, but on a ranch full of men, she had yet to make a single friend.
At least Elijah and Marshal were sweet. The boys had taken it upon their small shoulders to make sure Marianna was comfortable in her new home. Every morning they asked her how she was and whether or not there was anything they could do for her. In a way, it almost broke Marianna's heart that they were already so attached to her — and her to them. A part of her wanted to stay just for them. But instead of making her decision easy, it only made it that much harder. She felt torn between her affection for the two children and the family she had left behind.
However, she knew that the deciding factor behind her choice, would be whether or not she could marry Larsen Dover. And at the moment, she was running out of time to get to know him. Soon she would have to make a decision, but she didn't want to do that before she was comfortable in the knowledge that she was making an informed choice. But to do that, she would need to spend more than just a few fleeting moments with the man.
Over the next few days, Marianna decided to seek out any opportunity to have some time alone with Larsen. However, at each turn, he was called away. She knew that he was very busy, but she wasn't about to make a life changing decision without at least trying to get to know him first.
A few days later, an opportunity to get quality time with Larsen came when she overheard him planning on making a trip into town to order the supplies for the new barn. She hoped she could convince him to take her into town with him. She had written a few letters for her sisters that she needed to mail, and figured she could use it as an excuse to tag along.
"Marcus?" Larsen called out to his ranch manager, "I'm going to head into town and put in an order for the supplies. I'll be back by sundown."
Marianna knew that this was her chance; she doubted that she would get another opportunity to have quality time with Larsen. She quickly grabbed her letters and ran out the door, hoping that she could catch him in time before he left. She was in luck, as she stepped off the front porch she saw Larsen saddling his horse.
"Larsen!" she called out to him.
At first he didn't turn around and Marianna worried that he hadn't heard her. With a surprising burst of energy she shot after him, and abruptly tripped over her long city skirt and landed in the dust with a loud thud.
She groaned as she rolled over, her eyes staring up into the blue sky. Her body ached and her hands stung with fresh scrapes. She silently prayed that Larsen hadn't seen her fall.
A shadow cast over her as Larsen leaned over her crumpled body. She looked up into his face, while her own turned hot red with embarrassment.
Larsen knelt down to her level and offered his hand to help. "Are you alright?" he asked as concern spread across his face.
"I think so," Marianna muttered shyly.
"Here," Larsen helped her get up. "What had you in such a hurry?" he asked in teasing voice.
Marianna’s blush deepened and she averted her eyes out of embarrassment. "I was hoping to catch up to you," she reached for her pocket and withdrew two folded envelopes. "I have a few letters I would like to mail to my family." As she spoke, she raised her eyes back up to meet his and their gazes locked.
Larsen smiled. "Sure thing," he said as he reached for the small stack in Marianna's hands.
"Wait," she pulled back slightly.
Larsen gave her a confused look.
"I want do drop them off myself. I was hoping you could take me with you?" she asked nervously.
Larsen cleared his throat roughly. "I don't know, it is a bit of a journey and —"
"Please," she said pleadingly. "I wouldn't mind a trip into town, I didn't get a chance to see it when I first arrived."
Larsen looked at her for a long moment before replying.
"Ok," he gave in.
Marianna's face broke out into a huge grin. It was the first time she had truly smiled in months. "Thank you," she beamed. She quickly stood up and dusted off the dirt that covered her skirt.
Larsen looked amused by her. "Can you ride?" he asked.
Marianna hesitated. She had taken lessons as a young girl, but hadn't ridden a horse in recent years. "A little," she explained.
Larsen raised a curious eyebrow. "We
ll then, if we are going to do such a long trip into town, it might be best if we ride together." He moved toward his horse and beckoned Marianna to follow.
Marianna suddenly felt hesitant about being that close to Larsen for the whole journey. Her fingers tingled every time Larsen touched her hand, now her stomach did somersaults as she thought of climbing behind him and wrapping her arms around his solid waist.
The sound of Larsen clearing his throat broke her train of thought. She blushed as she looked up and saw him watching her from where he stood next to the horse. This was going to be an interesting trip.
Chapter Eight
As they rode into town, Marianna made every attempt to keep conversation going. However, Larsen didn't make this easy.
"So why did you choose Texas to start a ranch?" she asked several miles into their ride.
He grunted and shrugged his shoulders. "Heard good things about this place."
"And?" she pressed further.
"That's it."
"Oh," Marianna said, slightly disappointed. She wondered how she would ever crack the hard shell that was Larsen Dover.
They reverted back to silence for most of the trip. The only sound was of the horse's heavy breathing and the rhythmic pounding of his hooves as they beat the hard ground. Marianna took the time to admire the gorgeous scenery. She hadn't realized how beautiful the land was. Although it was quite different from the familiarity of her quaint town of Valley Springs. Texas held a certain untamable mystique that intrigued her, much like the enigmatic man she was accompanying.
As the ranch behind them disappeared on the horizon, Marianna was sure that the rest of their journey would continue in silence. And in that moment, she made a silent plea to the heavens that something would happen to crack the wall that Larsen had built around himself.
Her wish was answered, although not in the way she had expected, when the sound of a gunshot startled the horse and caused the animal to almost throw both of them. Before Marianna had time to register what had just happened, Larsen had already spurred the horse into a full gallop.
