The Brides of Chance Collection

by Kelly Eileen Hake,Cathy Marie Hake,Tracey V. Bateman

  Tempy lifted her head from the pillow. “You trying to beat the rooster on coaxing the sun up?”

  “There’s no time like dawn to take a bit of a walk. It’s good for the soul to spend time appreciatin’ what God made and gave. You gals hop to. Don’t take too long sprucin’ up, because these folks could be chasing me for the rooster’s job.” She left them and headed for the main house, sure she could lend a hand there.

  Miriam answered her knock. “Good morning.”

  Before Lovejoy could respond, the door on the nearest cabin banged open. Delilah dashed out and around the corner.

  “What was that all about?” Miriam wondered aloud.

  “Don’t rightly know.” Lovejoy held a suspicion, but it wasn’t for her to voice such a thing.

  Miriam’s brows furrowed. “I wonder….” Her voice dropped to a mere whisper. “You’d be able to tell, wouldn’t you? Eunice said you’re a midwife.”

  Lovejoy avoided the topic. “Menfolk are gonna be hungry. I’m happy to holp make breakfast.” She walked into the house, went over to the stove, and stoked it. Her first order of business was to start two big pots of coffee while Miriam began to mix up a batch of biscuits.

  Bryce toted in a big basket of eggs.

  “Now looky there! You must have plenty of fine layin’ hens to have so many eggs.”

  “Got us five dozen,” he declared proudly.

  “And he’s named every last one,” Logan tacked on as he brought in a brimming milk can. Daniel and the girls followed in right after him.

  Lovejoy started cracking eggs into a big, green-striped earthenware bowl. “You men eat one egg or two at breakfast?”

  “Four apiece, ma’am.”

  Shocked at his answer, she smashed the egg on the bowl’s rim and felt the goo rush out over her fingers. “Four?”

  “Well, the gals don’t eat that much,” Logan mused.

  “Miriam?” Gideon sauntered out of the bedroom with a baby on his shoulder. “Caleb’s got a rash.”

  Lovejoy wiped her hands on a dishcloth. “What kind of rash?”

  “He’s prone to diaper rash.”

  She tugged the baby from Gideon and cuddled him. “I’ll be happy to scorch some flour. Got any zinc?”

  “Zinc?”

  “If we add it to the flour, it makes the rash heal faster.” Titus scooted past Daniel and headed to a wooden box on top of the pie safe. “I don’t know about zinc. I’m just hoping we’ve got Barne’s Remedy in here.”

  “I have some in my satchel if you don’t.” Lovejoy held baby Caleb in one arm and started cracking more eggs. These men looked hungry, and Miriam was the only one here who seemed to have any idea as to what needed to be done to get a meal on the table. “Your belly givin’ you fits?”

  “Not mine. Alisa’s.”

  “She oughtn’t have Barne’s. It’s got rye malt. If the rye is harvested moist, it cain have ergot that’ll put her into early labor. I’ll make her soda biscuits and ginger tea.”

  Gideon poured himself a mug of coffee. “I wish we would have known that for Miriam.”

  Miriam nodded. “My first few months with Caleb were rough.”

  Tempy, Lois, and Eunice arrived. They jumped right in and helped set the table, make gravy, and scramble eggs. Freed up, Lovejoy got water to boiling for tea. She turned as Delilah came in. No one seemed to mind the gimpy, brown-spotted white kitten that dodged at her hem.

  Lovejoy took one look at how pale Delilah was and suggested, “How ’bout you having a sit-down?”

  “That’s a good idea,” Miriam chimed in as she led Delilah to a chair in the corner. “Lovejoy, why don’t you bring Caleb over to her?”

  Lovejoy caught Miriam’s wink.

  “I don’t know what got into me,” Delilah said vaguely as Lovejoy approached.

  Lovejoy tucked Caleb into her arms and murmured under her breath, “Green as you are, I’d venture you got a baby into you.”

  Delilah gave her a flummoxed look. “I thought it must be something I ate.”

  “Alisa’s belly’s tipsy today, too.” Miriam smiled at her sister-in-law and tacked on, “But everyone ate the same meal last night.”

  “No one else is sick,” Delilah said. Her eyes widened, and her face flushed. She looked around the bustling room.

  Miriam whispered, “Want to step outside with Lovejoy for a minute? I’ll keep the men busy in here.”

  Delilah nodded. As soon as they were on the front porch, she whispered, “I can scarce believe….Could I ask you a few questions?”

  “You go on ahead.”

  It wasn’t but a few moments later that Delilah let out a weak laugh. “I’d better get out a needle and thread. Paul’s going to pop every button off his shirt. We’ve only been married six weeks.”

  Paul exited the house and shut the door. Concern lined his face, and he wrapped his arm around his wife’s shoulders. “You okay, sweetheart?”

  Lovejoy swiped Caleb and walked back inside. Some moments were meant just for two. A quick glance as she shut the door showed Paul enveloping Delilah in a hug and smiling like a coon in a henhouse. If Mike treats Tempy half this good, Lord, I’ll be eternally thankful.

  During breakfast, Polly and Ginny Mae’s coughs left Daniel frowning. The only thing Miriam had that the kids could safely take was horehound, and that hadn’t helped one bit. Lovejoy knew the right stuff for Caleb’s rash, had nixed letting Alisa use Barne’s Remedy, and got both Alisa and Delilah’s stomachs settled enough that neither gal looked quite so green.

  “Those young’uns of yourn have a case of the barks, don’t they?” one of the redheaded gals across the table asked.

  “Lovejoy’s good with yarbs and such,” the other redhead said. “She could fix you up right quick with something.”

  One last look at Polly made his resolve crumble. Daniel cleared his throat. “Mrs. Spencer brewed something for them earlier, but it was too hot.”

  “It smelled pretty.” Polly’s eyes lit up at the realization that she might get some.

  “Would you mind if I fetched it now?” Lovejoy asked the question without the smallest hint of gloating.

  Daniel nodded.

  A few minutes later she reappeared with a pale pinkish liquid in the bottom of a canning jar. Each girl drank her share, then the healer reached into the pocket of her apron and handed Daniel a tube.

  He broke out in a cold sweat. “Nitroglycerin?”

  Chapter 4

  No need to get riled. It’s the cough elixir. That there’s enough for each of your lassies to have another dose.”

  “This glass vial—”

  “Oh, they don’t use ’em for the nitroglycerin anymore. Onc’t that man in-vented his dynomite, the mine stopped using blast juice. Asa Pleasant back home said he knew a company that had a heap of these glass tubes. He got me two crates, and they’re right useful.”

  “You emptied them?” Titus asked the question, but he’d stolen the words out of Daniel’s mouth.

  She looked at him like he’d taken leave of his senses. “They wasn’t never used. I got ’em afore they ever held a drop of anything.”

  Miriam patted Lovejoy’s arm. “You’ll have to forgive them. The Chance men are protective.”

  “Ma’am, seems to me you’re blessed as cain be to have such a fine passel of men as kin.”

  “Speaking of kin…” Paul covered Delilah’s hand. “We suspect the family’s due to see another addition.”

  “Already?” Bryce blurted out.

  Daniel left the table and headed straight for the barn. Five years ago he and Hannah had made that announcement. It had been one of the best days of his life. The day they’d revealed they’d be blessed with a second child was just as sweet. What kind of brother am I? Paul’s thrilled, and I’m slinking away, licking my wounds. But it hurt—seeing the wedded bliss his brothers enjoyed when he’d been robbed of his beloved wife.

  Let them all celebrate. I’ll hitch up the wagon and take those s
trange women to the MacPhersons. The horse snorted, and Daniel let out a rueful laugh. “Just what I was thinking.”

  As neighbors went, the MacPhersons were solid men. Honest. Hardworking. But odd! The hillbilly gals back in the house would be good matches for them.

  It took little time to hitch the buckboard and lead the horse out to the yard. Daniel went to Bryce and Logan’s cabin. They’d slept out in the barn last night so the women could have warm beds. Knowing he shouldn’t barge in, he knocked. When no one answered, he tentatively pushed open the door.

  The compact cabin hadn’t looked this tidy since Logan and Bryce first moved in. Miriam, Alisa, and Delilah didn’t brave it. Logan and Bryce set out their laundry on wash day and picked it up at the main house that evening. Bone tired as those backwoods women had been, they’d come in and swept the logs from roof to floor, dusted the surfaces, and made the beds. Instead of the normal jumble of items on the floor, his brothers’ stray clothes, a harness, and the razor strop now hung neatly on hooks and pegs.

  Daniel hefted the women’s trunk, carried it out, and dropped it onto the buckboard with a satisfying thump. Satchels and a valise went on his next trip. Wanting to be sure he’d gotten everything they brought, Daniel went back to check. He almost missed the gunnysack. It barely peeped out from beneath Bryce’s bed. One quick tug, and the bulging sack Mrs. Spencer had when she’d been in his daughter’s cabin slid right out. Fragrances rose from it—pine, flowers, leaves—almost like a bouquet.

  Hannah loved flowers.

  “Mr. Chance.”

  He wheeled around and stared at Lovejoy.

  She smiled. “The peace out here’s extry sweet after all the mornin’ ruckus, ain’t it? ’Tis a blessing to have a big, loving family, but the noise cain be a bit much. ’Tis my habit to rise up of a mornin’ and have some time to myself.”

  He nodded. Odd how she seemed to share that quirk of his.

  “I come to tell you, when you give the lasses the elixir, they need to drink more water.”

  “Fine. I’ll see to it.”

  She didn’t fill the momentary silence with inane chatter. Instead, she stepped forward to claim the gunnysack. He shook his head in a silent refusal. It wasn’t heavy, but he wasn’t about to have a woman carry something.

  “Thankee for loading up the wagon. My charges are eager to go meet their intendeds.”

  Intendeds. The word seemed so ungainly. Awkward. Not that charges was any better. The word lilted off her tongue as if she were some old governess doting over toddlers instead of a vibrant young woman.

  Her smile faltered. “It’s been nigh unto a year since I seen the MacPhersons. They had plenty to commend them back then.”

  She hadn’t posed him the question, but Daniel answered it the best he knew how. “They’re good to my girls.”

  Those few words drained the tension out of her jaw and shoulders. She beamed at him. “No one could deny what wondrous fine daughters you got.”

  He hefted the gunnysack over his shoulder. “What do I owe you?”

  Lovejoy shook her head. “Nary a thing. You and your kin put us up for the night and practically killed the fatted calf for those feasts.”

  “You exaggerate.”

  Lovejoy’s steady gaze held his. “If ’n your family always eats like that, mister, this must be the promised land.”

  He hadn’t paid much attention to what they’d eaten. Then, too, he hadn’t paid much attention to this woman. Last night had been dark, and this morning he’d been worried about his daughters. Daniel took a closer look at Lovejoy. Had she been gaunt, he’d have spotted it right off, but now that he studied her, little things took on new significance. Her high cheekbones were a tad too prominent, her dress a mite baggy. She had narrow shoulders and delicate wrists. What he’d taken for being a slightly built woman was really someone who’d known lean times. It bothered him to think she’d gone hungry.

  “Could be your lassies were croupy from the night fog; but if ’n they don’t shake their cough, you let me know. I’ll fix ’em up more of that elixir.”

  “Lovejoy!” someone called.

  “Here!” She turned in the open doorway, and Daniel caught a glimpse of just how narrow her waist was. Women often cinched themselves in for vanity’s sake, but he knew Lovejoy owed her shape to a shortage of food. He wanted to haul her back into the house and feed her a big platter of steak and eggs.

  Oblivious to his consternation, she headed toward the buckboard. Delilah’s kitten, Shortstack, crossed her path, and Lovejoy scooped her up and absently stroked her. “Just look how blessed we are, girls. Mr. Chance hitched his wagon and loaded our goods so’s you cain go see your grooms.”

  “Daddy, I wanna go see brooms, too.”

  He fought back his scowl. “No, Ginny.”

  “She’s not coughing anymore,” one of the redheads said. “Lovejoy’s elixir worked in a trice.”

  “Mayhap you cain come callin’ after we’ve settled in,” Lovejoy said. She leaned down and tapped Ginny Mae’s nose. “But for today, best you listen to your pa and stay put. Here. This little kitty’s a-wantin’ a sweet lass like you to pet her.”

  Twice now Lovejoy had reinforced his authority. For all her strange ways, she had a level head on her shoulders. Odd as she was, he admitted she displayed a pleasant blend of kindness and common sense. Another man, he told himself, might find her likable.

  Eager to meet the MacPhersons, the women scrambled into the buckboard without a bit of help. With his brothers there, it would have been natural enough for the women to be assisted. They’re barely civilized, Daniel thought.

  Daniel drove toward the MacPherson ranch, not knowing what lay ahead. He and his brothers had been on their spread for nine years; the MacPhersons had arrived in the dead of winter just this year. From experience he knew it took about five years to firmly establish a spread. Sven Gilder had tried to make a go of that sector and failed after two years, so the MacPhersons didn’t need a barn raising. They’d shown up, gotten the land, and tended their own business.

  Sven slept in his barn. Are the MacPherson men doing the same? We offered to help them knock together a cabin, and they refused. Daniel tried to ignore the mail-order brides’ excited chatter. Maybe the MacPhersons will have a tent. Plenty of folks live in a tent for a year or so. Even with it being summer, these scrawny women’ll freeze at night.

  Fencing. Every rancher worth his salt kept his fences in good repair. From the looks of things, the MacPhersons were doing a fair job of that. No cattle in sight yet, but they might be in a different pasture. Ground here would sustain a sizable herd.

  “I wondered if the plants would be different from back home,” Lovejoy said from beside him. “Plenty of what I’m spying is familiar.”

  Daniel shrugged.

  “Rich soil. Looky there at how much it supports. The garden your womenfolk tend near burst through the fence, it was so bountiful. Do the MacPhersons have much of a garden put in?”

  He shrugged again. Daniel had more than enough to tend without sticking his nose in on other men’s business. The MacPhersons showed up for worship and lent a hand to others. They’d not been here but a week before they picked up the bad habit many other men in the region displayed of “dropping by” at mealtime.

  “We brung seeds, didn’t we, Lois?”

  “Gracious plenty. We’ll set to gardening straight off, Eunice. I reckon with this much property, the men ain’t had much time to plant beans and such.”

  Daniel followed a bend in the road and sucked in a sharp breath. Lovejoy did the same.

  His stomach lurched. He’d hoped things would be better than this.

  “Lord be praised.” The words spilled out of Lovejoy.

  “That barn’s twice as big as the Peasleys’.” Tempy’s voice held nothing short of awe.

  Eunice started laughing like a loon. “Good thing I filled the trunk with all my stuff. Look at the house!”

  “Yoo-hoo! Anybody ta home?”
Lois cupped her hands over her mouth and repeated, “Yoo-hoo!”

  A cabin just like the one they’d slept in last night sat not far from the barn. Lovejoy nodded approvingly. “Square-built.”

  “It’s got glass winders,” Eunice squealed.

  “Whoa.” Daniel halted the buckboard as Mike MacPherson came out of the house. “These women belong to you?”

  Mike let out a hoot and dashed toward the wagon. “They’re here!”

  Tempy half-dove into his arms. He swung her ’round and ’round, and Lovejoy hoped with all her heart her sister had fallen into the keeping of the man God wanted for her.

  “Temperance Spencer,” Mike declared as he set her on her feet, “you are a sight for sore eyes!”

  “Temperance Linden,” she corrected. “Lovejoy’s a widow woman.”

  He hugged her again. “Soon as I get the parson, it’ll be Temperance MacPherson.”

  Daniel had hopped out of the buckboard and swept Lovejoy down to earth. “Thankee,” she stammered. She couldn’t recall anyone helping her in or out of anything—ever.

  Ignoring her, he pivoted and assisted Eunice and Lois out of the wagon. “I have their belongings here.”

  Mike pulled away from Temperance. An unrepentant grin split his face. “We’ll tote them inside.”

  Lovejoy held up a hand. “Hold it there. These gals move in; you MacPherson bucks move out.”

  “Wouldn’t have it otherwise.” Mike grabbed the satchels and valise. “Y’all come on inside and make yourself to home.”

  The girls flocked around him and squealed delightedly as they stepped inside the cabin. Lovejoy lagged back. She walked alongside Daniel, who toted the trunk as if it didn’t weigh more than a fistful of cattails. “Thankee, Daniel Chance. We’re grateful for all you done.”

  He grunted, entered the cabin, and plunked the trunk against a wall. Squinting as he straightened up, he judged, “Cabin’s well-chinked.”