by Betty Bolte
“I keep hoping those above us will find a way to win this war.” Frank’s shoulders jerked in a severe shiver as snowflakes drifted lazily to land on his black cloak. “Then we can look forward to the next day without dread.”
“There’s no end in sight at the moment, I’m afraid.” Jedediah kept his eyes open and aware as they approached General Greene’s headquarters near the town square. He didn’t expect any loyalists to attack, especially not in such a patriot stronghold, but he would stay alert. The patriot forces residing in the town were preparing to attack the British from their temporary home. Home. He glanced at Frank. Should he even mention how his thoughts continually strayed to home? To Elizabeth? After Frank’s nudge about his feelings toward the pretty woman, she hadn’t left his musings.
They rode for a minute in silence. People of the town went about their daily activities, hurrying through the streets, dodging horses and conveyances of every kind. Dogs trotted about or sniffed along the ground, tracking an intriguing scent. The town had been returned to their hands after the British had abandoned camp months previous. A resulting sense of relief permeated the very air he breathed. He longed for home every moment of every day. Yet his duty remained with his fellow soldiers and to the cause for which they all fought.
“Frank, I must confess to you how much I wish this war would conclude.” Jedediah followed Frank as he turned down a side street toward the brick home where Greene had established his headquarters.
Frank reined up, stopping in the lane to wait for Jedediah to join him. “Thinking about a certain lady?”
Jedediah blinked and shook his head. “It’s uncanny how you read my thoughts. Yes, as a matter of fact, I have been thinking of her often.”
A smile spread on his brother’s lips as he nodded. “I thought so. What exactly have your thoughts been with regard to Miss Elizabeth?”
He searched his mind for a way to convey how his heart had been wrestling with his mind over his next moves, much like playing chess with emotions prevailing. “When I have completed my enlistment, I believe I want to marry her and keep her in a fine fashion. I believe we will make each other happy.”
“The truth shall see you married.” Frank chuckled. “That’s a play on words, in case you missed it.”
“You’re right.” Jedediah shifted in the saddle, and his horse stepped forward. He halted him again and then regarded his brother. The allusion to the bible verse put emphasis on his desire to be wed by the minister. “You mentioned before about a truth and only recently did I comprehend your meaning. I desire to be bound to Elizabeth for eternity. She will not only be a fine wife and mother, but a steady companion through hard and easy times.”
“Perhaps one day I’ll follow your lead.” Frank grinned at him, his gray eyes filled with mirth. “I have found Emily to be quite tantalizing and engaging.”
“I’ve noticed your interest in her and applaud the idea of your asking for her hand.” Indeed, Jedediah had dragged Frank along with him to the Sullivans for frequent dinners for the express purpose of keeping Emily’s agreeable person before Frank. His brother would benefit from having someone look out for his wellbeing and Emily had a good education like his Elizabeth. His? Not yet, but he was going to make that a priority. “I have an idea.”
“Should I be worried given that conspiratorial grin you’re exhibiting?”
“Probably. What if we surprise the ladies on Twelfth Night for their annual dinner party?” His thoughts were flying as he contemplated the permissions and plans involved in making his wild thought a reality. How would he convince his commander to permit them leave? Sneak into the enemy-held town without being seen? He didn’t know, but he’d figure it out. “Then I could ask her father and her at the same time.”
“Ask her to marry you?” Frank frowned and shook his head slowly. “You still have months before you’re finished with your commitment.”
“I’m well aware of my pledge and will maintain it. But I need to know if she’ll be waiting for me when September finds me free to pursue my own destiny.”
“If you’re sure you want to become betrothed…” Frank shrugged as he regarded Jedediah with wide eyes. “I’m willing to accompany you if only for a couple of days. After all, you need someone to have your back.”
“With the fighting concluded for the winter, we should be able to obtain a pass to visit our family, but we’ll need to find a way to sneak into town without discovery.”
“Let me handle that. I’m good at comings and goings that are undetected.” He smiled openly at Jedediah. “After all, that is why the general wants me to start spying instead of soldiering.”
The sound of horses’ hooves approaching at a good pace made Jedediah turn. Three men, all wide-shouldered, brawny, and with matching dark hair, cantered toward them. He peered at them as they drew closer and then saluted, which drew their attention. The lead man raised a hand, and all three slowed to a trot and then stopped by Jedediah and Frank.
“Ethan Sullivan? Is that you?” Jedediah inclined his head briefly in greeting. “And, of course, Bill and Luke. What brings you all here?”
“Greetings, Jedediah. I’m pleased to see you and Frank both hale and hearty after the battles this year.” Ethan, Elizabeth’s oldest brother, had a booming voice which drew the attention of passersby. “We’ve been assigned to serve under Brigadier General Daniel Morgan when he ventures into the back-country to wipe out the loyalist nests.”
“I can’t wait to ride out there and show them how mistaken they were to side with the British,” Bill asserted. “Time for this terrible war to end.”
“We were saying the same thing,” Frank said, addressing each of the brothers. “Home never sounded so good, especially as the holiday season looms.”
The youngest of the Sullivan brothers, Luke, agreed as he calmed his horse with a hand on its withers. “Unfortunately, General Morgan has orders for us to head for the back-country of South Carolina within the next few weeks, so home will not see our faces for some time.”
“We have not received our orders yet, but they should come soon.” Then they’d figure out if they could indeed slip home for a brief but important visit at the Sullivan home. As long as those orders didn’t take them farther afield, they might be able to arrange things to their advantage. “You all take care and return to your family in due course.”
Ethan nodded slowly, gathering his reins to continue on their way. “You two, as well.”
The three men rode off at a canter, a dust cloud rising to mingle with the flurries.
“Come on, Jedediah; we need to report and find out which of those log huts we’ll be sleeping in tonight.”
“Lead on.” He trotted after his brother, knowing in his heart that he had settled on a path to his future. But how circuitous a path would it be?
Chapter 5
Charles Town, South Carolina – January 5, 1781
The Twelfth Night feast did not live up to its name. Elizabeth had gathered what she could find, which ended up being a paltry assortment of dried fruits, nuts, and a single apple cake to be divided among the guests. Not that there would be many guests either. Tensions in the town ran high. Father had even requested that she and Emily only go outside when necessary. An idea that rankled deep inside her heart. The very idea that she was not free to walk the streets of her own town. Appalling. She sauntered through the house, checking each room to ensure everything was straightened up and ready.
Emily came down the stairs; a pale yellow gown draped over one arm. She paused in the passage, waiting for Elizabeth to stop in front of her. “I need your opinion.”
“If it’s about your sewing, all I can say is that you’re amazing with a needle.” Elizabeth fingered the satin, savoring the smooth texture as well as liking the pretty color. “What did you need?”
“I know it’s premature, but I had this idea for a dress to wear in the event I should ever marry. Which of course looks doubtful at this late point in my life.”
“We’re not that old, Em. We’re only in our mid-twenties after all. But I see you’re serious.” Elizabeth chuckled as she crossed her arms over her chest. “What did you need?”
Emily indicated the dress on her arm. “I thought I might add seed pearls in rays from the bodice to the skirts. Do you think that would look pretty or is it too much?”
She cocked her head, trying to imagine the changes to the gown. “I think that would be lovely.”
A knock sounded at the door and Jasmine hurried to answer it. Her long, plain brown skirts swished and shushed as she slipped past the sisters with a grin for them. Her dark hair was pulled into a severe bun tied with a bit of green ribbon. Elizabeth returned the smile, knowing the woman had a fondness for them. Jasmine had been a part of their lives since before the war began and had become a trusted confidante.
“Go put your dress away as our guests have begun to arrive.” Elizabeth shooed Emily up the stairs with a wave of her hands. “Hurry back, though.”
Emily nodded once and trotted up the stairs and out of sight. Elizabeth turned to greet her cousin Amy. Behind her, Aunt Lucille and Uncle Richard stepped into the house, snow flurries rushing in on the breeze. She caught a glimpse of two British soldiers lounging outside before Jasmine snugged the door closed. Since her father had signed the oath of allegiance to the crown, the soldiers had taken to keeping a watch out front of the house so they could partake of their meager offerings whenever it suited them. After all, her father had agreed to support their cause, at least on paper. Shaken by their presence, but determined to hide her reaction, Elizabeth embraced Amy, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before greeting her aunt and uncle.
“I’m so happy you’ve arrived. While we don’t have a great deal to offer, being with you makes the holidays complete.” She motioned to Jasmine to collect their coats and cloaks and then led the way to the dining room where the food was laid out on the table.
“Nobody would expect to have much merrymaking in an occupied city.” Richard slowly shook his head as he picked up a nut and popped it into his mouth. “I’ve been told the British are celebrating their occupation by throwing lavish balls and dinners.”
Lucille nodded, then paused, listening. She strode over to the window to peer outside into the dark. She remained motionless for several moments and then glanced over her shoulder at the group. “Did you hear something?”
“Come away from the window, my dear.” Richard waved at his wife, beckoning her to return to the center of the room. “If there is someone out there, we do not know their intentions.”
“What did you hear?” Elizabeth strode over to join Lucille, looking through the imperfect window pane.
“Voices. Of men. Perhaps more of your guests?” Lucille aimed a querying look at Elizabeth. “Why would they not have come to the front door like decent folk?”
Joshua and Emily strode into the room together, drawing Elizabeth’s attention. Her father appeared on edge, his gaze darting from person to person and then settling upon Elizabeth. She hesitated to query him regarding the possibility of someone behind the house, but if there was anything amiss, then he should be informed.
“Father, Aunt Lucille heard some men outside the window. It may simply be some of the hands.” She walked over to stand with her father, glancing at Emily’s concerned expression. “Will you send someone to check it out, please?”
“Indeed I shall.” He spun on one heel and left the room, calling to Solomon as he disappeared.
“While Father investigates, let’s have some blackberry wine we managed to hide away for this special occasion.” Elizabeth stifled the impulse to follow her parent as she crossed to the sideboard and lifted the cut-glass decanter.
“Sounds like a fine idea.” Amy joined her, helping to hand out the filled glasses.
The back door opened, and the sound of booted feet halted Elizabeth in the act of pouring the wine. She turned to stare at the door, her actions mirrored by the others. Male voices, low and urgent, sent a chill down her spine. The door closed, softly, as though to avoid announcing the fact that someone had entered the house. She set down the glass decanter and swallowed hard. Who had her father discovered hiding behind the house?
“Look who I found.” Joshua’s booming voice startled her, making her jump. “Elizabeth, come here.”
When she saw who was behind him, joy swept through her. “Jedediah!”
Jedediah darted around Joshua and hurried to her, clasping both her hands in his as a huge smile settled onto his lips. “Hello, Elizabeth.”
“What are you doing here?” She squeezed his fingers as she searched his expression. Fear warred with the joy at seeing him safe and sound. She noted Frank’s arrival in the open door and realized the danger they both faced. If the soldiers out front learned of their presence, they would be arrested. Elizabeth trembled as she gazed into Jedediah’s eyes. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“I told you I’d return to you.” He glanced at her father who nodded once, an answering smile on his face. “We do not have long, my sweet. I have something I must ask you.”
She waited, seeing him preparing to say something important. Loving the sight of him. The touch of his hands on hers. The memory of his kiss. She smiled at him, encouraging him to speak his mind.
“Elizabeth, I have missed you more than I can say. I have come to realize that I do not wish to live my life without you with me. I’ve come here, on this very special night, to ask you to give me your hand in marriage.”
She blinked as tears pushed for release, one drop sliding slowly along her cheek. She glanced at her father, saw his nod and grin, and then gazed up at Jedediah’s serious countenance. She swallowed and nodded.
“Is that a yes?” Jedediah’s mouth opened slightly, waiting for her confirmation.
“Yes, Jedediah, I’ll marry you.” She smiled at him through her tears of joy. “I promise that I’ll be a good wife to you and always care for you for as long as I live.”
Frank cleared his throat and then clapped, leading the others to join in for a moment or two. “Best tidings on a long and happy life together.”
Elizabeth smiled at Frank and then her sister. “Emily, you see, it can happen, even at our advanced age.”
Frank looked sharply at Elizabeth, making her chuckle, then turned his eyes to regard Emily’s happy expression. He opened his mouth as if to say something and then snapped his lips together. Curious.
“Does this mean you two are betrothed?” Emily asked.
Elizabeth smiled, swiping away the tears from her cheeks. “Yes, it does.”
“I must complete my commitment to the army first, so we’ll need to wait until autumn. Will that suit?”
Anything. As long as she knew he was hers and would come home to her. “I’ll wait as long as it takes, Jedediah. I understand how important your word and your duty are to you, and I wouldn’t change that about you.”
“Thank you. You are one special woman.”
Jedediah lowered his head to press his lips to hers. She closed her eyes at the touch and the sweeping sensation spreading through her core. Her family erupted in “huzzas” and clapping.
Jedediah gazed at her, giving her hands a squeeze and then pulled her closer to him. “I love you.”
“I love you.” Elizabeth’s heart filled and then overflowed with happiness. But somehow she could only wonder if love was enough. What more did she desire?
Chapter 6
Charles Town, South Carolina – February 1781
“Elizabeth, a special delivery for you.” Emily carried something in her hand as she approached her sister.
“What is it?” Elizabeth waited where she sat knitting a sock to ward off the cold of the winter on her toes. A hunting dog curled up by her feet, lifting his head to blink at the interruption to his nap.
A fire blazed in the large firebox; red, orange, and blue flames licking the sides of the logs piled upon one another. The pops and hisses accompanie
d the sound of Emily’s satin slippers on the wood floor. Elizabeth studied the smiling features on her sister’s face as she handed a letter to her, a pink ribbon wrapped around it and tied into a bow.
Elizabeth held the paper, folded neatly to conceal the message inside. She looked up at her sister. “Who do you think it’s from?”
“One guess.” Emily crossed her arms and grinned. “Is it for Valentine’s Day?”
A thrill rushed through her as she slowly tugged on the ribbon to untie the pretty bow. She fingered the smooth material, imagining Jedediah’s fingers touching the same ribbon when he attached it to the missive. She gazed at the strip of cloth, wondering at his ability to procure such an item in the middle of a war. Leave it to his ingenuity. Laying the ribbon in her lap, she unfolded the page and quickly read his words. Words that conveyed his longing to be with her, of the determination to succeed in the cause of independence in spite of the severe hardships faced by the men. A frown settled onto her brows as she looked up at Emily.
“He is fine. I’m so relieved.” After the news of the frequent skirmishes in the back-country between Morgan’s forces and the loyalists, her brothers were at risk. She didn’t know where her love might be as he was assigned to Greene’s forces, so she prayed for his and Frank’s safety constantly. “He says our brothers are also fine, despite the ferocious fighting at Cowpens recently.”
“That’s wonderful news.” Emily sank onto a nearby chair and laid her hands in her lap, fingers interlocked and relaxed. “I worry about them as much as the Thomson brothers.”
Elizabeth glanced at the letter from Jedediah, where he’d signed it as from her Valentine, a little heart inscribed next to his signature. She smiled at his declaration of love and then read again the paragraph depicting the horrific fighting their brothers had endured. “Apparently Bill got mixed up in something that upset him, but he survived the battle.”
