ROMANCE: Mail Order Bride: A Sheriff's Bride (A Clean Christian Inspirational Historical Western Romance) (New Adult Short Stories)

by Nathan Adams

  Anne gasped and spun around at the sound of Maggie’s voice. Maggie was the oldest woman in the caravan. She was a rough woman with tanned skin and gray hair that sat atop her head in a graceful braid. She wore men’s clothing and cursed just as much as her male counterparts. She was tough and unapologetic, but she was a fair woman and the only person in the wagon train that hadn’t hassled Anne.

  “Maggie, you scared us,” the youngest woman said..

  “Good. You deserve it for trying to strand this poor girl in the river with nothing but a slip!”

  “We were just playing a game,” one of the other woman said.

  “I’ve seen how you treat that girl,” Maggie said, motioning a crooked finger toward Anne. “This wasn’t no game to you,” she snapped, stealing the clothes back from the girl who held them.

  The women grumbled and walked away, casting glowering looks at Maggie and Anne. After she was sure they were gone, Anne stepped out of the water and walked over to Maggie. “Thank you,” she said, blushing and taking the clothes out of the old woman’s hands.

  “You need to watch your back, Anne. Those girls have it out for you,” she grumbled, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between her lips.

  “I know, I’m just not used to having to watch my back,” she said, tucking some hair behind her ear.

  “You need to get used to it,” Maggie said, her thick Midwestern accent coming out.

  Anne looked down and nodded. “Of course. Thank you for stopping them,” Anne said.

  “Now, now. Don’t hang your head like that,” she said, putting a hand on Anne’s shoulder. “I’m not a soft woman. You should know that by now.”

  “I’ve caught on to it,” Anne said.

  Maggie chuckled and nodded. “Good, good.” She stubbed her cigarette out. “I don’t have many friends in this wagon train, either. Maybe you and I can partner up and watch each other’s backs. How does that sound?”

  Hope fluttered in Anne’s chest for the first time in a long time. “That sounds perfect,” she said.

  “Good. Now, let’s head back. You don’t want to get left behind in this head. You would last a minute.”

  Anne couldn’t help but smile. It felt good to have someone looking out for her again. It was the first time since she’d left Pikeville that she felt hopeful.

  Chapter Six

  The nights were beginning to get cold. Winter was a few months away, but fall was just around the corner. Anne didn’t mind the cold so much. It was nice to be free of the stifling heat.

  They made their way into Missouri and found themselves in hostile territory. They hadn’t come across any natives or outlaws yet, and everyone kept their fingers crossed that it stayed that way.

  When night fell, the wagon train was forced to stop. Traveling in the darkness was treacherous, and they avoided it whenever possible. Everyone started to turn in for the night, but Anne found it nearly impossible to sleep. She sat at the edge of the campfire, watching the last of the coals burn out. Her bare feet were as close as she dared, searching for some warmth.

  The only other person still up was a man who seemed just as nervous and frightened as Anne. He was younger than she was by a few years, and she felt bad for the poor kid. He’d hardly started his life, and he was already being thrown into this vast wilderness.

  Anne broke away from the circle of wagons. She knew it probably wasn’t the safest thing to do, but she needed to get away for a moment and breathe. The cool night air kissed her skin as she walked off into the darkness but paused when she heard a strange sound.

  The wailing was a good 10 yards from the wagon train, but it was distinct and terrified. It sounded like a sick or injured animal. Anne’s heart was too big for her own good, and she knew she couldn’t leave some poor creature out in the woods to die. She made her way toward the sound. Her eyes adjusted to the dark as crossed the flat plains, following a path illuminated by the moonlight. As she came upon the creature making the sound her heart stopped.

  Scattered around the flat plains was a small group of Native Americans. Their dark skin was stained with blood, and it became clear that some type of battle or massacre took place here. A mass wrapped in blankets squirmed in one of the women’s arms, and Anne ran forward and grabbed the sobbing child from its mother’s cold grip. She pulled the child to her chest, not bothering to unwrap it from its blankets just yet. Whatever happened here happened not too long ago, and it was the last place that Anne wanted to be.

  She turned from the carnage and quickly walked back toward the wagon train. She didn’t want to wake any of the others and cause a stir. She wasn’t sure how they would react to the baby, either, given its origins. Anne stayed just outside of the circle of wagons while she looked down at the whimpering child in her arms. She gently uncovered its face to reveal a beautiful with wide, brown eyes. Its lips were trembling, and the little girl let out soft cry.

  Anne’s heart swelled, and she brought the child to her chest, supporting the back of its head and bouncing it gently. “Shh” she whispered. “You’re safe now, child. I have you.”

  It was impossible to tell exactly how old the child was, but Anne guessed about six months old. The child hiccupped and reached her tiny fingers into Anne’s hair. Anne smiled and stroked the girl’s reddened cheeks. The baby seemed to calm, and she smiled.

  “That’s right, you’re safe now.” She settled into the dirt with the child. “I’m a long way from home, too, you know. I don’t think I’m ever going to see my family again. It’s not all bad, though, right? We can be each other’s family. But first, you need a name,” she said.

  Anne thought for a long moment about what she was going to call her little miracle. A smile spread across her face. She leaned down, her golden locks falling in the little girl’s face and tickling her dark skin. “You know, it was by the grace of God that I found you, so how about Grace?”

  The small child let out a happy giggle. Anne smiled and lifted Grace into her arms, bringing her close so their foreheads rested together. “Grace it is then.”

  It occurred to Anne that she should be terrified of this child. She didn’t know what it was like to be a mother. She’d taken care of her younger sisters, but an infant was something entirely different. She wasn’t sure how to care for Grace, but she was going to do everything she could to help the baby grow big and strong.

  As she cradled the baby close, Levi’s words echoed in her mind. “God has a plan for everything.” If this was God’s plan, then Anne would accept the responsibility with open arms.

  Chapter Seven

  Anne returned to the group with the baby in her arms and curled up on a blanket, tucking Grace between her own body and a satchel. She wanted the child hidden for now. She would have to think up a way to bring it up to the others.

  When the sun rose, Anne opened her eyes. She felt awful, like she hadn’t slept at all. She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, suddenly remembering what happened the night before: She’d found Grace.

  A smile fluttered across her lips, and she glanced down at the spot where she’d left the baby. A feeling of dread filled her entire being when she realized the spot she’d left Grace in was empty. The child was gone. Tears came to Anne’s eyes, and she jumped up, darting around camp. It was still early and most everyone was asleep.

  Her breathing became erratic, and soft sobs escaped her lips. Who took her baby? Was it the women who’d so often played cruel jokes on her? She didn’t know but she needed to find her baby. She was in tears by the time she came around the side of one of the wagons and saw Maggie leaned against it, a dark-haired baby cradled in her arms. She held a makeshift bottle and was feeding little Grace.

  “She started crying, and I figured you wouldn’t want the camp to find out that way,” Maggie said.

  “No, thank you, Maggie,” Anne whispered softly.

  Maggie smiled gently and looked down at the child. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

  “She is. I
just couldn’t leave her out there alone. Her family was dead,” Anne explained.

  “Don’t get yourself in a fit over this. It happens more often than you’d think. This isn’t the first Native baby this train has taken in.”

  “It isn’t?”

  “No, it happens from time to time. There seems to be this silent agreement that children are exempt from the horrors of war,” Maggie explained. “The Natives have been known to take in our children, too, you know.” She looked up at Anne. “This is a brutal world, but children don’t deserve to die.”

  Anne nodded and walked over to Maggie. “You reckon they’ll say anything?”

  “Most likely not, but I didn’t want you to wake in a panic.”

  Anne was thankful for the reassurance. She was even more thankful that Maggie was right. She earned a few strange looks from the other mothers, but no one said anything about the child. Grace was welcomed and was immune to any kind of judgement or retaliation, which Anne was more than thankful for.

  Days passed without incident, and Anne fell in love with the giggling child. Of course, Grace wasn’t her child by blood, but she could tell that she would easily come to love the child as if she were. The fact that Anne was now a mother seemed to change the other mothers’ opinion of her. The women were much more welcoming now and eager to help Anne adjust to being a mother. All she could think was that it was some kind of bond all mothers had.

  Although having a baby in the group seemed to lift everyone’s mood, a silent fear crept into everyone’s minds. They were coming into enemy territory, though it wasn’t the Natives they were worried about.

  The people of the last town they’d stopped in a few days before warned them of a roaming band of gunmen who often overran wagon trains and stole all their supplies. They would either kill the members of the wagon train or leave them for dead. It would be a lie to say the story didn’t scare Anne, though she was trying to keep a brave face.

  As they settled in for the evening, however, that bravery began to fade and turn into a fear that gnawed at the back of her mind. It was hard to ignore the danger when it seemed so close. She sighed and curled up under a blanket, closing her eyes and holding Grace close to her body. She always slept with Grace tucked close, but tonight she kept the child even closer than normal.

  She slept through most the night, though she awoke to see the moon high in the sky. She scooped Grace up and decided to feed the child. Anne fetched one of the makeshift bottles and settled behind one of the wagons. Grace was a very loud sucker, and Anne didn’t want to wake anyone up. There were going to push hard the next day and try to make it out of this wild, dangerous country. No one wanted to sleep with one eye open, but it was the only way to make it in a place like this.

  Just as she settled down to feed Grace, she heard the sound of hoofs. She peaked around the wagon, wondering if the ox were getting antsy, but it wasn’t the ox at all. Instead she caught a glimpse of a group of men on horseback. None of the looked familiar or friendly.

  Her heart jumped into her throat, and for a moment she considered calling out to the group. The longer she considered that the worse it sounded. If she alerted her group, the bandits might just kill them all, including her.

  She pressed her back against the wagon and squeezed her eyes closed, praying for guidance. One word came to mind. It was as if someone was whispering in her ear. “Run.”

  It seemed so wrong to abandon her friends, but she knew she needed to listen. Staying here meant certain death. She pushed away from the wagon and took off into the darkness, disappearing before the bandits even caught wind of her.

  She ran blindly trough the darkness, clutching Grace tightly to her chest. The little girl was silent, and that was a blessing all on its own. As they made their way through the darkness, Anne’s mind began to spin. What was she going to do now?

  Before she could come up with an answer, a hand shot out of the darkness and clamped over her mouth, muffling the desperate scream that pushed its way out of her.

  Chapter Eight

  Anne screamed wildly and thrashed about, making sure to keep one arm around Grace. She fought against the person holding her, clawing and biting in an attempt to get away. Her heart was beating so hard in her chest that it was all she could hear.

  “Anne! Anne!!”

  The voice in the darkness broke her from her panic. Who was this? How did they know her name? After a moment, the man holding her spun her around. She could have wept with joy at the sight of Levi’s face. “Levi?”

  “Yes,” he smiled and gently stroked her cheek.

  As much as she wanted to enjoy the reunion, she knew there were bigger matters at hand. “What are you doing out here alone?”

  “I’m not alone. I came out here with another wagon train so that I could find you,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “Why are you out here?”

  “Bandits attacked my train. I was feeding Grace, and I knew I needed to run. I don’t know how, but I knew I needed to run.”

  It was clear that Levi was curious about the child in her arms, but that wasn’t the focus right now. “We need to go back and get my train. We’ll help you. It’s OK. It’s all right, Anne,” he said.

  She leaned against him, forcing herself to relax. He pulled away and tugged her toward his wagon train. She followed in a blur. It was all happening so fast, and she couldn’t keep her mind from racing. They woke Levi’s caravan and headed out, their guns ready and loaded. The sheer size of the wagon train gave Anne hope. She knew that they would outnumber those bandits easily.

  They rode through the night as quiet as possible, and as they came upon the endangered wagon train, Levi’s much larger train was able to sneak around. Each man and women drew their guns, waiting for the perfect moment.

  The bandits gathered everyone in a circle, and some of the women were holding their children to their chests and pleading with the bandits to let them go. One bandit walked over to a young woman named Marie and stroked her cheek with an evil snicker. “What are you going to do if we don’t let you go, huh? Gonna fight?” He let out a cruel laugh.

  Maggie, who was in the middle of the group with a bloody lip, threw sand up into the man’s face. “Leave that girl alone! She has a baby!”

  The man cursed and wiped the sand off his uniform, turning to her and glaring as he pulled his gun out of the holster and put it to Maggie’s head. “You want to try that again?” he hissed. He cocked the hammer back.

  “Leave Maggie alone,” Anne screamed, bursting through the ring of wagons.

  Maggie’s eyes widened. Anne stood before the group of bandits with Grace curled in her arms. The man who held a gun to Maggie’s head stepped forward and smirked. “Are you going to sacrifice yourself for her then?” Anne closed her eyes and tried to take a step back, but the man caught her by the arm and yanked her back. “I asked you a question, and I expect an answer,” he hissed. Anne swallowed and turned her head away. The man shook her violent, causing Grace to cry out. “What are you going to do?” he snapped again.

  After a long moment of silence, Anne looked up at him, offering a wicked smile that spread from ear to ear. “Whoso diggeth a pit shall fall therein, and he that rolleth a stone, it will return upon him.”

  “What? What does that mean?” the man grunted.

  “Are you not a God-fearing man?” Anne asked, her voice strong with conviction.

  The sound of guns cocking echoed through the wagon train, and the barrel of a pistol pressed against the back of the bandit leader’s head.

  “It means you reap what you sow,” Levi said.

  They’d managed to sneak in during Anne’s altercation with the leader and had them all at gun point.

  “Put your hands up,” Levi demanded.

  The leader’s eyes widened, as he slowly raised his hands. The rest of the bandits followed suit. They dropped their weapons and fell to their knees with their hands behind their heads. A few of the men were grumbling angrily, cursing und
er their breaths as members of the two wagon trains tied them up.

  By the time the sun began to rise, all five of the bandits were tied up and cursing, scattered between the two wagon trains. Levi’s train agreed to ride with Anne’s, and they’d go to the next town together where they would turn the criminals in and collect a handsome ransom.

  Maggie was packing up the last of their things and glanced back at Anne. “You coming, girl?”

  Anne paused and glanced back at Levi’s wagon train and smiled softly. “I think I’m going to ride with them.”

  Maggie offered a knowing smile and went back to work before hoping into one of the wagons. Anne glanced back as Levi hopped up on one of the wagon seats, grabbing the reins. Anne walked over to him and smiled. “Got room for two more?”

  Levi smiled and scooted over, patting the seat beside him. “I’m sure we can find you a seat.”

  Anne clambered onto the seat and settled in, rocking Grace back and forth slowly. The wagon trains took off, and Anne glanced at Levi as the handsome man spoke. “It seems we have a lot to talk about.”

  Chapter Nine

  That was the understatement of the year. There was so much to talk about. She opened her eyes slowly and glanced up at Levi, biting her bottom lip.

  “I know. Who goes first?” she asked with a little laugh.

  Levi nodded toward the baby. “I believe it’s safe to assume that you did not give birth while you’ve been away these past few months.”

  Anne blushed and shook her head. “No, Grace is my little miracle. I found her.” Levi glanced at Anne curiously. “I left camp one night because I heard crying. I wasn’t sure what it was, so I went out and I found her. She was alone, and her mother was dead. I knew I couldn’t leave her out there, so I brought her back to the train.”

  “No one seemed upset?”

  “No, Maggie explained to me that it happens sometimes, and that no one seems too bothered by it.” A long moment of silence passed between them, and Anne looked up at Levi. “And you? Why are you out here?”